Chapter 1134: Emotional
"AD: 40".
Game point for Gawain.
The air in the stadium was boiling. Although the game had just begun, there was a stalemate in two consecutive rounds. The two players quickly got into the game, and the confrontation between them became so tense that the spectators who had not had time to get into the game were also caught in the storm.
This game had lasted for more than six minutes before Gao Wen got the second game point and won the chance to save his serve again.
Only by keeping the serve can we realize the advantage of breaking serve at the beginning and widen the score gap.
At this time, spectators have just arrived at the stadium. If it were a Grand Slam tournament, this situation would not occur because security guards would be stationed at each entrance to control the crowd during the game and ask spectators to enter during the break between games or sets as much as possible.
Of course, the order maintenance at the Masters is top-notch, but don’t forget, this is North America, and the audience here is always so... willful and reckless.
On one hand, the atmosphere of the game was tense and intense.
On the other hand, the atmosphere of watching the game is casual and relaxed.
Then, the air began to surge slightly, and the whole atmosphere seemed a little weird.
Originally, Gawain was ready to serve, but Zverev stood up and stopped him, signaling to the referee that there were people moving in the stands.
Gao Wen also had to stand up straight and wait for the audience to take their seats.
Both Zverev and Gowen were a little distracted at this moment, or to be more precise, their attention was not so focused.
The confrontation in the previous minute was too intense and too tense. The brain was temporarily deprived of oxygen, so that attention was inevitably scattered. Even if it was only 99% concentrated, it was different from 100%. If you take a short breath, the 99% may continue to decline, and the blood loss rate is fast and fleeting.
The laxity of the audience in the stands made the situation even worse.
This is also a feature of North American competitions, which will not be experienced in the European and Australian seasons.
Gao Wen is very experienced in this regard.
He turned around, with his back to the court, patted the ball, closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, eliminated the interference from the spectator stands, and steady his rhythm.
call……
After letting out a long breath, Gao Wen turned around again, returned to the baseline, and prepared to serve.
District 2.
Gao Wen took a look at Zverev's position, then lowered his head to hit the ball.
Bend your knees! Push off the ground! Toss the ball! Turn! Then, swing the racket.
The entire serving action was smooth and graceful, and the body was fully stretched out like an eagle spreading its wings. The full push off the ground and the concise swing of the racket transformed all the height advantage into strength, hitting the tennis ball heavily.
Bang! Inside corner.
Sneak attack forehand.
In fact, in his first serving game, Gao Wen's serving routine was relatively simple, mainly focusing on chasing the ball, with no difference between forehand and backhand.
Part of the reason is that Zverev is tall. Although he is agile on his feet, he is not very flexible in getting his body out of the way when receiving serves.
This was a problem that Zverev had from his teenage years. Later, after he gained rich experience in ATP competitions, this shortcoming was made up for.
Part of the reason is that Gao Wen hopes to play more baseline rounds in the opening stage to gain more hitting time for tactical layout and adjusting his feel.
However, since his NCAA days, Gao Wen's most outstanding and mature point is his interpretation of the game. He knows when to speed up, when to adjust, when to change, and most importantly, when to put pressure on the opponent to break the balance of confrontation.
For example, now.
Obviously, Zverev found some hitting feel at the baseline, and the rounds in this round were more suitable for his style compared to the first round; therefore, he continued to launch attacks aggressively, even a little eagerly, trying to get back on track and regain the initiative.
All Gawain had to do was:
interrupt him.
Serving is the starting point for tactical layout.
So, Gawain made a change.
The ball speed is not fast, only about 185 kilometers per hour; more importantly, it focuses on the line and landing point, with control as the main focus. Gao Wen asked for a T-point position.
Inner corner!
The tennis ball hits the T-point accurately on the center line between the two serving areas, and even slightly deviates to the side of area 1, making the best use of the space.
In the slow-motion replay, you can see that after the tennis ball hits the ground, it releases a strong topspin, and the high-speed spinning tennis ball draws a full arc.
Zverev, panicking——
Although his stance was close to his forehand and he could move sideways at any time, relying on his arm length advantage, he could easily touch the ball. But this time, he made a mistake in prediction and started too late. By the time he pushed off the ground, his brain had already released an angry signal: it was too late.
ACE!
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"Game, high."
"High lead, 2:0."
The referee announced the score directly, confirming with an unwavering attitude that this was an ACE, and also Gao Wen's first in the game.
Zverev tried his best to stretch his body, but he was still a beat too slow and failed to touch the tennis ball. He finally managed to control his body balance. Then Zverev stood there with his hands on his hips, his eyes a little dazed. It was difficult to accurately describe his mood at this moment.
Angry? Annoyed? Surprised? Frustrated? Irritated? Maybe a little bit of all of them.
Zverev raised his head and looked across the court, and saw Gao Wen at a glance——
Gao Wen watched where the tennis ball landed and nodded slightly, but did not clench his fist to celebrate. Instead, he raised the racket, put it to his mouth, and blew directly at the racket head.
It looked like a cowboy blowing away the smoke from his gun after completing his killing mission.
Arrogant, confident, calm, and determined.
There was a hint of contempt in his eyes, as if the battle just now did not take much effort.
It's not even worth celebrating.
Boom! The audience stands erupted in applause and cheers. The crowd stood up, whistling and cheering. Even though they had not yet fully entered the game state, Gawain's small action still easily ignited the atmosphere on the scene. This was the entertainment moment they needed.
Even though the game had just begun, the scene had already witnessed Gao Wen's full firepower, so let this youth storm come even more fiercely! Buzz...
As the audience cheered, a loud "buzzing" sound erupted in Zverev's mind, and all the noise and clamor turned into a ball of noise that blocked his ears.
In an instant, all emotions rushed to the heart, the boiling hot blood exploded directly in the chest, and the world was plunged into scarlet.
Zverev was breathing heavily, his chest pumping like a bellows, and he seemed to be able to feel the gurgling and boiling of magma with every breath. Smoke and sparks were burning in his blood. His entire brain was in chaos. He glared at Gawain fiercely, wishing he could eat him alive.
What's going on?
How is that possible!
Question marks, accompanied by shock, confusion, bewilderment, incomprehension and anger, filled his entire head, but he could not find the answers. Only mixed emotions were running rampant in his mind. In the end, Zverev just stood there stupidly, as if the computer had frozen, unable to react at all.
(End of this chapter)