Chapter 1071 Pure Joy

Ferrer is bouncing the ball, and Gawain is preparing to receive the serve.

Ferrer is not a traditional serve cannon. His serve is mainly based on placement and rotation, and then he starts to maneuver around the baseline. Doubles is no exception.

But just like his nickname "Stable Man", Ferrer has no obvious weaknesses, including in the serve, with continuous and stable output and rarely any flaws.

This also means that it is very difficult and risky to break the balance directly when receiving the serve, especially at the end of the game.

Gao Wen gently swayed his body from side to side, watching Ferrer's serve.

Inner corner!

With a keen prediction, his calf pushed off the ground and his body reflexively rushed in the forehand direction.

One step! It was a big stride, without any more adjustments to the steps, the body stretched out completely like a roc spreading its wings, the forehand pushed up, and the wrist flicked barely perceptibly.

Bang! Snap! Back and forth.

Although the posture was a bit awkward, the hitting effect was very good, almost like hitting a wall. The tennis ball just flew over and immediately hit back.

Slash!

No surprises.

Gawain responded with a slash as usual and chose not to take any risks.

Verdasco took small steps to adjust his body center of gravity, trying to move sideways to the right to grab the net. He watched Gawain's return, looking for an opportunity.

Tap. Tap.

When hitting the ball at the net, everything happens in a flash. Hesitation is the worst thing to do. You have to either step forward or get out of the way. You have to be quick and decisive.

A push and a rush.

Verdasco had already rushed out directly because Gawain's return line did not completely avoid the middle line, which meant he could grab the net.

but!

Oops!

He had just taken a step forward when he realized in the next second that there was a slight deviation in his judgment.

It was a diagonal line, indeed, but Gawain's wrist control was so subtle that it was impossible to see, and he hit a return shot that went over the net and dropped sharply.

As the name implies, the parabola will not be fully extended, but will begin to fall rapidly after crossing the net. This is an advanced technique specifically used to deal with the net.

For example, serve and volley, or follow the ball to the volley.

Hitting the ball in this way can often send the tennis ball back to the opponent's feet, destroying the center of gravity and the swing space, making it more difficult for the opponent to return the ball.

At this moment, very suddenly and unexpectedly, when Gao Wen returned the serve, he hit a sharp drop shot over the net.

Obviously, this is a trap.

Gawain deliberately returned the ball at a diagonal line, and the angle was not completely changed, which lured Verdasco to rush to the net.

But what if Verdasco hadn't netted?

Gawain suffered no loss either, because his return ball would fall sharply over the net, past Verdasco and into Ferrer, and Ferrer would most likely return diagonally to Gawain's side, and the two sides would engage in a confrontation at the baseline.

but--

Verdasco hits the net.

So, what is the difference? Originally, the normal hitting position should be near the shoulder, and Verdasco had already raised the racket high; now, noticing the rapid drop of the tennis ball, Verdasco quickly lowered the racket and was forced to complete the hit near the waist.

The whole body movement was very awkward.

The elbow cannot be fully stretched, it hits the body and cannot move; then the upper body bends to the left like a bean, let alone exerting force.

Block it hastily.

The racket face was slightly lacking in control, and the tennis ball's parabola was already rising. This return was obviously not Verdasco's plan.

Immediately afterwards, a figure in white clothes flew over, raised the racket high, and pressed down with his stretched arms as if he was dunking.

White crane spreads its wings!

It's Dimitrov.

Take off!

Flying!

soar!

Relying solely on the strength of his wrist, Dimitrov pressed down hard, hitting a heavy smash and a smash, and the tennis ball actually had the texture of badminton.

Fall to the ground and bloom.

Bang! It fell heavily and rose high.

Verdasco and Ferrer reflexively tried to continue chasing, but just as they took a step, they stopped in despair: the tennis ball, with wings, flew towards the audience stands, and in the blink of an eye it disappeared in the golden sunlight, turning into a shooting star.

Match point!

"9:7".

Match point has arrived.

In the situation of trailing 5:7, Gao Wen and Dimitrov quickly scored four points in a row to reverse the situation and get the match point first.

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The whole audience was boiling.

"Wow!"

Dimitrov couldn't believe his eyes. He had just landed when he jumped high up again, with his white jersey fluttering in the wind.

After landing, Dimitrov turned around, looked at Gawain with joy on his face, opened his arms, and trotted towards Gawain.

“It worked!”

“It really worked!”

Then, the two of them jumped high at the same time, raised their right hands, collided head-on, and high-fived at the commanding height, with smiles blooming in the depths of their eyes.

Long time no see.

Dimitrov hadn't felt such pure happiness and joy for a long time, not even when he achieved his career breakthrough at Wimbledon last year.

He almost forgot that tennis is not a burden, a pressure, a confusion, a struggle, or an anxiety; at the beginning of all stories, tennis is a kind of unknown, an exploration, and an attempt. Standing on the tennis ball and learning to swing the racket and hit the ball is a pure joy.

Before sports become competitions, they should first be a way to release oneself, pursue challenges, and break through limits. The pleasure of sweating and the excitement of blood boiling should be immersed in every run, every swing, and every confrontation, and one can feel the heartbeat vividly and lively.

Just like now.

At this moment, what Dimitrov was thinking about was not victory, but jumping, swinging the racket, timing, and hitting the ball. It was that simple.

A bold but subtle change from Gawain upset the balance, and then, the plan worked.

At the moment he leaped high, Dimitrov felt free again.

Joy, surging and colliding in my chest.

"So, how are you going to play the next point?" Dimitrov asked with a smile on his face, with a hint of anticipation.

Gao Wen did not answer, but asked in return, "You are responsible for receiving the serve, how do you want to play?"

Match point, but it was still Ferrer's serve, how should they deal with it? Dimitrov's smile froze slightly, and the pressure seemed to come back again. Once the brain started working, complicated thoughts came flooding in.

Gawain didn't say much, but just gave Dimitrov an encouraging look.

After a slight hesitation, Dimitrov finally spoke. Although his words were a little hesitant and not very confident, he finally began to express his thoughts.

"Why not..."

After saying this, Dimitrov was not sure, and raised his eyes to look at Gawain, as if asking for Gawain's opinion.

Gao Wen smiled and nodded slightly to show his affirmation.

No words are needed, a look or an expression is enough.

Then, Gawain raised his racket and gestured to Dimitrov. Dimitrov subconsciously raised his racket as well, and the two men bumped their rackets together.

It's like when the two sides touch the tips of their swords before a fencing match begins.

After finishing, Gawain turned and trotted towards the net. Dimitrov looked at Gawain's back and relaxed his nervous mood: no matter what, he still has teammates to rely on, right? (End of this chapter)