Chapter 102 Killing the suspense

Boom!

All the Brown Bears fans cheered loudly, and the passion released in an instant roared mightily. The whole stadium erupted with incredible energy, and cheers, shouts, and roars all intertwined together, like rolling thunder, and the red faces and bulging veins were everywhere in the field of vision.

"pretty!"

Sofar couldn't help but applaud, and a smile bloomed on the corner of his mouth.

"Gawain's route layout and attack selection were really beautiful! The most important thing was that step forward! He took a big step forward to grab a rising point, breaking the balance in an instant. Sacramento's subsequent reaction obviously did not keep up, and he was unable to recover in just two beats."

"pretty!"

"At the critical moment, Gao Wen showed his big heart. He dared to think and act. He acted decisively and quickly!"

"Now, Gao Wen has brought out the first match point of the game."

Sampras had already clenched his fist to cheer for Gawain, and the bright light in his eyes clearly showed his inner excitement and joy.

It was not only because of Gao Wen, but more because of tennis. A wonderful match reminded him of those glorious years again.

"After the break point, Gao Wen was highly focused, calmed down quickly, identified the cause of his mistake, and found a solution to the problem. Both of his shots showed a well-thought-out overall layout and clean and decisive shots. This quality is really rare."

"Often for young players, the more nervous they are, the more likely they are to be clumsy, and the more clumsy they are, the more nervous they become. They may make a series of mistakes and cannot stop."

"This was the case in the 2007 Wimbledon women's singles final. Sabine-Lisicki, who reached the Grand Slam final for the first time in her career, was sleepwalking throughout the game. She knew she was nervous, she knew she needed to control herself and calm down, she knew she needed to get into the state, but she just couldn't do it, and finally lost the game in a daze."

"Gawain was nervous, but he controlled himself, and that's the most rare thing."

"Now the pressure is on Sacramento."

Sofar and Sampras were commentating passionately, expressing similar views at the same time, which contrasted with the joy of the fans on the scene.

Instead, the two players on the court were the calmest, because they both knew that the game was not over yet.

"Go! Brown bear! Go!"

"We are Trojans!"

The cheers of fans from both sides burst out with incredible energy, the powerful collision set off a huge wave, golden heat waves exploded in the air, and the rumbling roar burned on the surface of the skin, as if being in the crater of an erupting volcano.

The love-hate relationship between the sworn enemies in the same city reached its peak at this moment. No one was willing to submit to the other and no one was willing to admit defeat.

Gurgling.

Gurgling.

"Silence, ladies and gentlemen. Silence, please."

The referee has to maintain order on the scene - the most special thing about tennis is that the referee needs to serve as the order maintenance officer on the scene, control the atmosphere and rhythm of the scene, and their job is definitely not just to report the scores.

"Gentlemen and ladies, the two players are ready. Please remain quiet. Thank you for your cooperation."

The referee continued to control the situation, and the Bruins fans finally quieted down when they saw Gawain standing at the baseline ready to serve; the Trojan fans continued to make noise, and even after most of the fans quieted down, there were still sporadic noises causing interference.

"Come on, Ray!"

"Victory is to the Trojans!"

The referee had to emphasize again, "Please keep quiet, thank you. Thank you!"

Buzz buzz buzz.

Buzz buzz buzz.

The scene finally quieted down, but the interval between each minute was quite long, which slightly affected the concentration of Gawain and Sacramento.

huff huff.

Gawain took deep breaths, adjusted his mood, and deliberately slowed down his pace to make sure he could regain his concentration. He carefully felt the rhythm of his heartbeat, then bounced the ball to clear his mind and redeploy his tactics.

Push off the ground. Toss the ball. Turn. Swing the racket.

Bang! Instead of hitting his serve flat, Gawain cuts an inside corner, aiming for Sacramento's forehand.

Because he did not use his full strength and instead focused on control, Gao Wen had to land the ball very accurately, at the T-point where the two serving areas meet.

Saramento took a sharp step sideways, raised his hand and swung the racket, habitually moving the tennis ball back to the center - in the last game, this tactic worked repeatedly.

But now the situation has changed slightly.

For one thing, Sacramento was under great pressure, and his return control was slightly off. It was not completely in the middle, but a little higher in the middle, and the landing point was a little shallow.

Secondly, Gao Wen had already made preparations in advance and it was impossible for him to be fooled again and again.

Thus, we can see that Gao Wen has arrived in place in advance, and he takes small steps to adjust his position. His two-handed backhand is set up like a cannon. The whole swing is very complete and full, just like a fully drawn bowstring.

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Oops!

Sacramento immediately cried out that something was wrong, realizing that Gawain might launch another abnormal attack. He reflexively moved his feet to his right side, ready to defend against Gawain's backhand straight line! Whoosh.

Whoosh.

Sacramento was running at full speed, and the wind was howling.

Bang! Gao Wen's swing was very full, his whole body followed the swing forward, and then the tennis ball was hit out firmly.

Whoosh! The tennis ball flew at high speed, and time seemed to slow down ten or a hundred times at this moment. One could even clearly see the trajectory of the tennis ball's rapid rotation.

Saramento was still moving sideways, but he was the first to realize that the situation was not good with his peripheral vision fixed on the tennis ball.

Something is wrong! Why do I seem to have...run too far? Sacramento's sight has been pulled to the back of his shoulder by the tennis ball, and he was half a beat late to realize: this is not a straight line, but a small diagonal line! To be precise, Gawain was not aiming at Sacramento's forehand blind spot to hit the backhand straight line, but aimed at the middle of Sacramento's court to hit the repeated line, and hit Sacramento's return ball back with a faster speed and a deeper landing point.

There is no tearing angle at all.

Damn it!

Saramento realized that he had overrun, and he made an emergency brake with his right leg and tried to push off the ground to rush back, but the power in his feet was a little weak, and he was unable to push off. In the end, only his upper body rushed out eagerly, made a diving movement, and directly threw the ball out.

No matter what, I always hope to touch the tennis ball.

The world seemed to have stopped at this moment. The cheers, shouts, and expressions were all frozen in a millisecond.

But...it's still too late.

Sacramento watched the tennis ball fly over his head and towards the baseline board. The slowed time returned to normal and his body felt the pull of gravity again. He fell heavily and the ground was filled with gold.

The referee's voice came to my ears.

"Game, great!"

It's over, all suspense is killed.

(End of this chapter)