Chapter 1155: Triple Kill Achieved
Slash.
Paste the net.
Djokovic turned sideways and hit a forehand, then cut a straight line and the return ball landed in front of the net in Gao Wen's forehand half, almost falling close to the net.
This also means that Gao Wen must rush from his backhand baseline to the forehand net line, which is the longest theoretical moving distance on the tennis court.
Obviously, Djokovic had thought it over carefully before taking the risk. He took all the possibilities into consideration when he cut the ball with his forehand. And all this happened in a flash. The collision of game experience and game wisdom was fully demonstrated at this moment.
The previous round of forty-four shots.
It affects both players, so Djokovic's sudden drop of the ball not only saves his own energy, but also resolves Gao Wen's advantage.
Gao Wen: He is really too difficult.
The chest cavity is burning, the sound of breathing is like a bellows, burning fiercely, every inch of muscle and every inch of bone is trembling.
It feels like a running Lego block. As it runs, every joint becomes loose and shaky, and it may fall apart at any time.
So, Gawain had no choice—
Tap tap tap.
Tap, tap, tap! Run, run at full speed, this is the only thought in Gao Wen's mind. Facing the continuous passive crises, his brain has completely calmed down.
Use more force!
Push off the ground!
Even though his knees were trembling, his force in pushing off the ground was getting stronger and stronger, and he gritted his teeth, bursting out the last bit of energy from the depths of his soul, and sprinted forward, using the inertia of speed and strength to control all the shaky blocks, trying to maintain his momentum and complete the final blow.
Match point, Djokovic played to his best, and so did Gawain.
To be precise, compared to the first set, the pattern in the final stage of the game was more complex, diverse and surprising, but it was still a pattern that Gao Wen was familiar with.
My legs are burning, as if I'm riding on Hot Wheels.
Focus.
Raising his eyes slightly, he could see Djokovic also quickly going to the net, taking small steps to conceal his positioning intentions, trying to interfere with Gawain's judgment.
Tap, tap, tap! Gawain's speed has reached the limit, but Djokovic's ball control is so good that Gawain has to be careful about touching the net.
Once the ball touches the net, no matter how the ball is returned, it will be judged that Gao Wen lost the point.
Squeak! With a brake and a slide, Gao Wen rushed out, and his peripheral vision quickly scanned Djokovic's final position.
No information, still nothing. Djokovic was experienced enough and kept observing Gawain's shots without any panic or impatience.
wait!
Calculation!
In a flash, the game between Djokovic and Gawain was still in a stalemate. Then, Gawain had no choice but to take the first move.
If you continue to wait, you may miss the opportunity to hit the ball.
Gawain's forehand extended out and appeared on the falling line of the tennis ball, with the racket face slightly tilted to the left. Just as Gawain was about to touch the ball, Djokovic moved -
Right side.
Forehand position.
Djokovic is ready to defend the diagonal line, beware of Gawain's diagonal shot coming back! Got it!
Gao Wen caught Djokovic's starting steps, holding the racket in his right hand, watching the trajectory of the tennis ball's second fall.
Because Djokovic failed to completely release the force, the tennis ball stuck to the net, and after landing, it was lifted high up again, and the vertical height was higher than the net. This gave Gawain enough time to run and catch up, and even left Gawain a little time for a fake move.
Sneakers are on fire.
Muscles are bursting.
The joints are rubbing.
However, his mind was clear, and Gawain only had the tennis ball in his eyes, and his peripheral vision passed over Djokovic gently like a breeze.
The racket was below the net, and just before it was about to touch the ball, the wrist twisted slightly, and the racket face was adjusted to the horizontal position again. It seemed to be a slight move towards the diagonal line, and then a slight move towards the straight line, and then -
Push deep.
Light, agile, delicate and wonderful.
Soft yet tough, simple yet graceful, it displays unparalleled processing techniques, just like embroidery, threading the needle and weaving a colorful world.
Tennis, dancing.
Spin, jump, gently fly over the net, and keep flying.
Djokovic's body had already rushed to the right and lost his balance, but the next second he saw the tennis ball flying lightly towards his left side.
It was too late to restart it again.
A misalignment and a brush against each other created a gap like an insurmountable Milky Way.
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The tennis ball landed gently within the bounds, even behind Djokovic, leaving plenty of space from the baseline and the change of line.
Time stays here for a short while.
Djokovic, his clothes fluttering, turned around to look at the moon, his eyes fixed on the tennis ball, but he drooped his shoulders helplessly, his body still moving in the opposite direction.
Gao Wen supported the ground with both hands, braked manually, and put his body in a split position, stopping half a step in front of the net to avoid touching the net.
One on the left and the other on the right, one went left and the other went right, they staggered their positions, but both stared at the tennis ball, watching it stop bouncing.
Finally, it rolled out quickly, bringing the game to an end.
Match point, cash in.
Boom! In an instant, my mind went blank, and a volcano erupted. The surging and boiling emotions burst out, instantly burning all rationality.
The whole audience was boiling.
Raise your arms and shout!
Cheers! Standing ovation!
The heat wave is rolling and covering the sky and the earth.
Because of the excitement of this point, the offensive and defensive transitions, the strong confrontation without giving an inch, from layout to confrontation to change and finally to assault, everything was there. Both players exerted their abilities to the extreme, and the victory or defeat was thrown behind their minds, leaving only amazement.
Because of the excitement of this game, the fierce battle lasted for 160 minutes, the strong chemical reaction throughout, and it was completely detonated in the last point, and the game ended in a tiebreak, from baseline confrontation to net battle. Everything, it really couldn't be more perfect.
Words, at this moment, have lost their power. All that is left is shouting, screaming, clapping, jumping and cheering, like a carnival.
Roaring, exciting! For Djokovic, for Gawain, and at the same time, for this classic duel in front of us.
They witnessed once again: For the third time this season, Gawain defeated the world No. 1 Djokovic for the third time. From Melbourne to Indian Wells to Miami, the three games were a Grand Slam final, a Masters semi-final and a Masters final. They were full of gold content and won the triple kill medal of honor.
incredible!
From the "Defeated the Big Four" club medal to the "Triple Kill World No. 1" medal of honor, Gao Wen, the rising and menacing challenger, completely subverted the situation.
Gawain raised his head, and a smile from the bottom of his heart blossomed at the corners of his mouth.
Winner.
Really won!
To end "Djokovic VS Gawain 6.0" in this way is an incomparable feeling.
Ah! Ahhhh! (End of this chapter)