Just after touching the ball, from the corner of his vision, he could see a tall and strong figure coming towards him like a dark cloud pressing down on the village.
Serve to the net?
Kyrgios actually chose to serve and hit the net?
No wonder Kyrgios would choose to hit the inside corner, because he was determined to go to the net to create physical pressure. No matter what Gawain returned the ball, Kyrgios only needed to make up one shot. The advantage in front of the net was very obvious.
Gawain guessed where Kyrgios' serve would land, but he didn't guess Kyrgios' tactics. After all, in today's game, Kyrgios hit the net a lot but not served and hit the net a lot.
Where will Kyrgios volley?
Can't guess.
Gawain couldn't guess the wild thoughts in Kyrgios's head. The only thing he could do was to create a trap to gain some advantage for himself.
Kick the ground! Step forward!
Gawain took a step laterally towards his backhand position, but immediately kicked off his left foot, pushed his body to the right, and then sprinted towards the forehand position at full speed.
That swaying fake move was intended to interfere with Kyrgios's judgment and lure Kyrgios to hit the ball towards his forehand position.
It's very cumbersome to describe, but in fact things in the game are constantly changing. Kyrgios's footsteps have already reached the net early, turning sideways and pushing forward.
Kyrgios's advantage is very obvious. He can have countless choices, any hitting method, any hitting angle. Then a figure moving towards his right quickly passed across his pupil retina, as if he had predicted his own situation again.
As for the intention of hitting the ball, he made a conditioned reflex instinctive judgment in a flash and chose a very expressive one-handed backhand cutting push——
This is Federer's classic volley move at the net.
Chic and calm.
Kyrgios doesn't have Federer's coolness, but he maintains his composure in front of the net.
Then, Kyrgios cut the tennis ball light and thin, removed all the power attached to it, and made a diagonal volley that split the bottom corner.
point.
The sound of the tennis ball falling to the ground was silent. It was like the first footprint falling on the snow. It sank gently and landed in the triangle area of the bottom line of Gawain's forehand position.
trap!
Guessed it!
As expected, Kyrgios hit the ball towards his forehand position, but at this time Gawain had no time to chuckle.
Kyrgios's volley is very smart, discharging the power and splitting the ball long, which also means that the tennis ball has almost no bounce after landing, and the flight path after the rebound will challenge the limit of Gawain's hitting range.
Deng Deng Deng.
Deng Deng Deng.
Gawain's sprint speed has reached the extreme, one big stride! Two big strides!
You can clearly feel the strong force coming back from the soles of your feet. The extremely tight muscles are continuously releasing force, so that the body begins to vibrate continuously.
Almost!
Still a little short of it!
Gawain's eyes were fixed on the tennis ball that was spinning at high speed and falling slowly, footsteps! Here it is!
Tread! Tread! Tread!
Following the inertia of forward motion, Gawain had no room to move, so he could only use his right hand to swing quickly in a small range. When he could not exert any force at all, he used the power of forward motion to drive the attack.
He pushed the ball forcefully with his forearm, using his strength to hit it back.
The next second, the bent knees straightened like this, and the whole person jumped up forcefully following the power movement, trying to complete the swing as much as possible.
line?
Gawain no longer had the energy to look at Kyrgios's position. He just followed the swing path and increased his speed to the extreme, hitting a small diagonal line across the racket.
Shake! Use force!
The power of the forearms is unreservedly released in the high-speed swing, and the entire body movements show tension smoothly, as if you can clearly see the trajectory of sweat beads flying away from the hair.
Immediately afterwards, Gao Wen quickly adjusted in small steps and rushed forward. If Kyrgios can complete the return, then the high probability event should be a small ball in front of the net. He needs to quickly catch up and prepare for the next shot.
Then Gawain could see Kyrgios flying out to the other side, diving to save the ball, trying to intercept Gawain's return ball.
But the tennis ball turned into a streamline, and in the blink of an eye it was out of the control of Kyrgios' racket, and in the blink of an eye it broke through the blockade.
Whoosh! Bang!
Everyone, hold your breath.
"6:6."
The referee's voice announcing the score had already come, officially ending the score.
"ah!"
"Ahhh!"
"Ah!"
On the live broadcast screen, there was only screams in the barrage, and netizens were completely crazy——
Three set points, Gao Wen saved three set points, and he still used three winning points to snatch these three set points from Kyrgios forcefully and domineeringly. His unparalleled performance made the entire audience stunned.
All fell into a frenzy.
On the court, Gawain's emotions finally found an outlet. He clenched his fists with both hands and hammered his chest hard like a diamond, making a wolf howl.
"Ouch!"
He did it! He did it after all!
In an extremely passive situation, he did not give up. He still did not give up after all. He fought hard to get a glimmer of hope, gave it a try with an absolutely tough and proactive attitude, and turned this glimmer of hope into a real score. This was the tie-break.
Back to the same starting line.
The whole place was boiling.
A tsunami of heat wave swept across the entire stadium, and the entire Arthur Ashe Stadium exploded, but the most exciting moment came next.
Every point may be an inventory.
In a daze, the memory once again traveled back to Gauvin's first round match against Isner. It was the third set, the tie-break, and the edge of the cliff again.
Gurgling.
Not only Arthur Ashe Stadium and the Media Center, but also the spectators watching the game on the other side of the Pacific are already excited.
Kyrgios didn't pay attention to Gawain's celebration. He made a diving save at the last moment but failed. He fell to the ground in an awkward state. He simply crawled on the ground depressedly and struggled for a while, then got up depressedly and shook his head.
Staggering back to the bottom line, it was difficult to tell whether the raging emotions in my chest were mostly anger or shame.
The real problem is that he is holding his breath and wants to release it, but can't find an exit.
Frustrated.
Take a deep breath, keep taking deep breaths, Kyrgios muttered to try to focus.
"Very good, very good, very good."
"Since you want violence, let's see who is stronger and who can have the last laugh. I will crush you to death, just like crushing an ant."
The tennis court is not a boxing ring. They have no way to fight with their fists. Their only weapon is the racket in their hands.
Snap.
After the "6:6" draw, the two players exchanged court. Less than thirty seconds later, Kyrgios was already ready for his first serve. The rhythm of shooting the ball was obviously faster, as if he couldn't wait to get it.
