Chapter 1070: Thrilling
Ha! Hahaha!
The whole audience laughed.
A group of joy.
Not to mention Dimitrov, even Verdasco and Ferrer on the other side of the net were amused and both laughed, and the tense atmosphere of the game instantly dissipated.
Dimitrov quickly trotted to the net, patted Gao Wen on the shoulder, and comforted him, "It's okay, it's just a mistake. This is going to happen."
Gawain straightened his body slightly, but still kept his head down. He moved slightly closer to Dimitrov and asked quietly, "Is everyone still staring at us?"
Dimitrov: ...
When the game is going on, the audience must look at the court. Otherwise, where should they look? At the sky? Looking at Gawain, who was upset because of his mistakes and ashamed because of his embarrassment, I remembered that Gawain, who was so powerful on the court, was actually only 19 years old.
Usually in singles matches, Gao Wen always gives people the impression of being determined and high-spirited. Only in doubles matches can we see a different side of him.
Dimitrov suppressed the upward curve of his lips and said, "Don't worry about it. Everyone can make mistakes. There's no need to dwell on a single mistake. Really."
At this moment——
Gawain raised his head and gave Dimitrov a faint smile. "Yes, the truth is so simple. It applies to me, but why doesn't it apply to you? You should also understand the same principle."
The smile rose lightly, without any trace of the frustration and shame that just appeared.
Sichuan Opera face changing is not that magical, right?
Dimitrov: ...
stunned.
Dumbfounded.
"Wait, Gawain, so was I just tricked?" Dimitrov felt as if he couldn't keep up with the pace.
Gawain said nothing, but smiled brilliantly, with a mouthful of neat, white teeth, just like a shark.
Dimitrov: ...Can he swear?
Gao Wen patted Dimitrov on the shoulder and said, "Focus! Focus! The game is not over yet. Next up are two serves from your opponent."
Dimitrov: #%&@#*! …
He couldn't believe that Gawain could actually play a prank during the game? What kind of unique structure was in that guy's head? However, he felt relieved for no reason. What was going on?
Silently, the heavy burden on my shoulders seemed to be lightened a little. Even though I didn't have time to think carefully because the game was still going on, I could feel my mind becoming more open, as if... as if I could feel joy and happiness in the game.
The thought flashed through my mind.
Then Dimitrov gathered his thoughts and refocused on the game.
"3:4".
The combination of Gao Wen and Dimitrov suffered a mini break first and fell behind in the tiebreak.
Next, the game remained tense.
First, Ferrer saved his two serve points, and then Gao Wen also saved his two serve points, and the score gap did not widen.
Then--
ACE!
Verdasco hit an inside corner ace at 196 kilometers per hour.
Bang! With the dull sound of the tennis ball hitting the advertising board at the baseline, Verdasco raised his arms high and cheered to celebrate the victory of the game.
"5:7".
Buzz buzz buzz.
The heat was rolling in Court No. 2. The sound of discussion mixed with cheers, whistles, screams, and shouts was intertwined. The air was so hot that it was distorted, and it seemed as if a mirage could be seen.
Ferrer turned around and saw Verdasco, who was about to step forward for a post-match handshake, and he spread his hands and gave a quick explanation in Spanish.
You don’t even need to understand Spanish to guess what the words mean: “Ten!”
"Fernando, it's a tiebreaker!"
Decisive set, not tie-break.
Ferrer and Verdasco scored seven points first, but there are still three points to win the game, so it is not time to celebrate yet.
Verdasco has a lot of question marks over his head.
In the hot and water-scarce desert environment, his brain worked a little slowly. He looked at Ferrer in a daze, without reacting, so he looked at the referee.
"Puchi", Ferrer burst into laughter, looking at Verdasco's back, feeling helpless and amused.
In fact, Gawain and Dimitrov were also a little confused. After all, they had participated in doubles for too little time and were a beat late before they reacted.
“Is this considered a close call?”
"I'm not sure either. Anyway, it means the game isn't over yet. Why not give it a try?"
On the other side, after the referee's call, Verdasco finally reacted, knocked his head with his racket, and then raised his hand in the direction of Gawain and the others.
"Sorry, I'm a little confused."
Roar, roar, roar! Boom, boom, boom! The entire audience burst into laughter. The tense atmosphere at the end of the game became cheerful again. Applause and whistles rose one after another. They all sent out signals with their actions:
I haven't enjoyed this game enough yet.
The game continues.
It's still Verdasco serving.
The first serve went into the net, seemingly affected by what had just happened, so much so that Verdasco didn't have time to regain his focus, and his serve was too hard.
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Second serve.
Dimitrov was ready to receive the serve. His calf muscles were fully tensed and he pushed off the ground continuously to fully activate his body's center of gravity.
move!
Attack!
Then……
"Out of bounds!"
Before Dimitrov touched the ball, the sound came, not from the baseline judge, but from the baseline judge in the serving area, making a firm gesture.
There was a sudden thunderclap and the ground exploded.
Verdasco was stunned.
Gawain and Ferrer were also stunned.
Dimitrov reflexively hit the ball with a forehand, sending the tennis ball back diagonally.
The next second——
Boom! Laughter, applause, whistles, cheers, and shouts all intertwined together, making the place extremely lively.
Verdasco finally came to his senses, scratched his head, stood there, hands on his hips, and for a moment, he looked like a lost child standing at a crossroads.
Double fault!
An ace and a double fault.
Verdasco's two serve points were also clean and neat.
Just as no one expected Gawain's low-level high-pressure error to give away the first service point in the tiebreak, no one expected Verdasco to return the favor in such a way.
So, is this a new interpretation of reciprocity? “6:7”.
After ten games, both sides returned to the same starting line.
As Dimitrov walked towards Gawain, he could hear Gawain's voice coming on the breeze, "I guess, maybe we still have a chance." The light words were a little teasing and joking, but without any gloating sarcasm, which made Dimitrov smile.
Then——
An ACE, “7:7”.
A serve went straight in, “8:7”.
The Gao Wen combination overtook the score.
After Dimitrov relaxed, he regained his long-lost serve power, and the two serve points were extremely easy and were pocketed without any effort.
His footsteps became lighter and lighter silently. Dimitrov took the initiative to walk towards Gawain, raised his right hand high, and the two of them high-fived to celebrate.
"So, how should we play the next point?"
Dimitrov took the initiative to ask questions, because the next point was Ferrer serving and Gawain receiving, so he asked about Gawain's tactical layout.
After a long time, he regained the joy of standing on the court.
(End of this chapter)