Chapter 1009: Very Polite
Tap, tap, tap!
The footsteps are running wildly.
Although embarrassed, he was not panicked. After the baptism of Melbourne Park, his ability to deal with crises and emergencies has been improved. "You always need to be one more beat prepared."
Running back and forth from left to right and then from right to left was not a problem for Gawain. His light footsteps almost blended into the strong wind.
Sprint!
Sprint!
Another sprint! And then, here we are.
The left leg makes an emergency brake, and the muscles of the whole body are instantly tensed to the extreme. The two-handed backhand shot is completed early, and the racket is swung with the body turned away.
One push and one push.
The racket is swung in a small range to complete a quick roll, the tense muscles fully release their strength, a solid hit explodes instantly, and a counterattack is made during passive defense.
Bang! Slash.
Deep area.
Flat hit.
In a gust of wind, the tennis ball rushed towards Cilic's backhand like a falling meteor. The blazing flame dragged out a dazzling tail, rolled up large waves of air, and the air began to boil.
Land!
Heavy hammer!
Roaring and rolling.
One shot, just one shot, and the advantage that Cilic had not yet had time to build was destroyed, and Cilic was pushed into an embarrassing position.
Cilic realized at the first moment that the quality of his two-handed backhand diagonal return might not be good enough, which would give Gawain an opportunity to continue his attack.
If he wants to break the deadlock, what should he do? Brake! Stop! Cut gear!
Everything happened so fast and at such high speed that when Coric's shot left the racket, the audience exclaimed in surprise.
Small ball!
Cilic, who continued to fight at the baseline, couldn't bear it anymore and chose to cut the ball to break the deadlock.
Then, both players were mobilized.
Gawain was sprinting forward.
Coric also entered the baseline.
The situation suddenly changes!
The stable and powerful tug-of-war in the baseline round suddenly changed, and the whole rhythm and atmosphere became turbulent.
Tap, tap, tap! Gao Wen was sprinting at full speed. Cilic cut a diagonal ball, and the landing point was still on his backhand, so the movement of his feet was not a problem.
The key lies in your choice of return route.
With a quick glance, Gawain was observing Cilic's position.
At this time, it can be seen that Cilic is young and immature. Although choosing a small ball is a good tactic to break the stalemate, Cilic obviously did not think clearly about the subsequent layout, so his steps were a little hesitant.
Although he reached the baseline, his feet did not follow up quickly and rush to the net.
If it were Djokovic or Nadal, they would have already stood in front of the net to form a confrontation, but Cilic's awareness of the net is still in its infancy. Unless Gawain mobilized Cilic to go to the net, Cilic's concept of fighting in front of the net is still very vague.
So, how should Gao Wen handle it? He hits the ball backhand with both hands, holding it all the way, and it looks like he is preparing to hit the ball back. The key is, straight line or diagonal line?
Coric also noticed the way Gawain held the racket, and slowed down a little before finally starting to move and rushing quickly towards the net.
Then, Gawain's steps were already in place -
Although Cilic's short ball was of good quality, with controlled landing point and line, and good force-relieving effect, Gao Wen remained vigilant at all times, always preparing one more beat, so his steps started and arrived in place very timely.
Not only did he grab the position, but he also had enough time to observe, judge, and choose, and then make the shot! He deliberately slowed down a little during the braking time, using the inertia and power of the forward rush to complete the push, and changed the grip at the last moment with a two-handed backhand.
A chop.
Long term!
Instead of cutting and replaying the small ball, chop and cut the long ball, that is, aim for the deep area!
Cilic, who was moving forward, was shocked! Damn!
He paused in his hurried steps and subconsciously used both hands to block the ball. It was all a conditioned reflex and an instinctive reaction.
Blocked! Almost at the moment when he was about to step forward, Cilic's racket could already feel the impact of the tennis ball, but his body had been stretched to the limit, leaving him no room for adjustment or control, and he blocked the ball very roughly and clumsily.
Pop.
Tennis ball, bounces straight back.
Well done! He finished the shot anyway!
This point is not over yet! Before Cilic's excitement and excitement could burst, his eyes followed the tennis ball flying back, and he first saw Gao Wen flying sideways to intercept, and then he saw the dull sound of the tennis ball hitting the net.
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White web waves, rolling waves.
Cilic's return went straight into the net, and there was no need for Gawain to hit the ball again. The point was over.
Buzz.
There was a buzzing in Cilic's ears, and a breath of hot air was stuck in his chest. He stood there like a fool, unable to react.
Boom! The audience stood up and applauded, cheering and whistling. At this moment, they could really feel Gawain's excellence.
Obviously, Cilic's changes had taken him ahead twice, but Gawain still seized the opportunity, turned the situation around, and broke the serve again.
"4:1".
Gao Wen continued to expand his lead. After Cilic saved his first serve with a "love-game" at the beginning, Gao Wen had won four games in a row.
Unstoppable!
And, more importantly—
So far in this game, Coric has not got any break points; while Gao Wen has the advantage with a 100% break success rate.
As long as Gawain gets a break point, Cilic will not be able to hold on to his serve. The difference in performance on the key points is immediately apparent.
huff.
huff.
Cilic was breathing heavily, his eyes were blank, the focus of his pupils slowly spread out, and his head was full of question marks that were about to explode:
What's going on?
Cilic didn't understand and didn't comprehend. He had already played to his full potential, and all the trump cards in his arsenal had been displayed, but how could Gawain resolve the crisis so easily and score?
At the crucial point, Cilic did not show any mercy and even made bold attempts, but all his attempts seemed to be hitting a wall and did not yield any results. Instead, he lost the score with great ease, making his useless efforts look particularly stupid.
Everything happened so fast that Coric couldn't understand it.
Looking up, Cilic could see Gawain retreating at a glance. He didn't clench his fists, cheer, or celebrate, but just had a smile on his face.
Sweating profusely, cheeks flushed, the boldness and vigor of youth are proudly blooming.
The corners of her mouth lifted up lightly, that smile was so brilliant and so simple, a joy overflowed from the inside out, like the aroma of lemon mixed with mint, lingering under the wings of her nose, the heat and scorching heat of the desert melted away, and it seemed that even the air became sweet.
It was a pure enjoyment. It was obvious that Gawain was really enjoying the game, just like...
Cilic wasn't sure if it was his illusion or the huge score gap was too much of an impact, but Gawain in front of him seemed like a cat playing with a mouse.
Cilic: ??? Are you so polite? (End of this chapter)