Chapter 1222 Appetizers
Defense!
From a defensive perspective, Pouille, like Rublev and Busta, is indeed not a typical clay court player, because clay court requires honing defense, and even passive defense may be the norm. Even offense requires more patience; at the same time, both offense and defense require more different tricks.
However, like Rublev and Busta, Puig's defensive techniques also appear very monotonous and lack the follow-up extension to reverse the passive situation.
At this time, Pouille's footsteps had moved smoothly into place, and his sliding steps on the clay were very chic and natural, but Pouille actually chose to cut with his forehand.
Occasionally, including Nadal and Djokovic, they do use forehand slice to change the rhythm, or in extremely passive situations, their footwork is not in place and forehand slice is a last resort. Everything needs to be considered based on the actual situation. It is not that simple.
So, what about Puy?
With his feet already in place, Puy took into account that his center of gravity was unstable and it was difficult to exert force, so he cut with his forehand, apparently without giving it much thought.
Cutting, a little sloppy.
straight line.
Deep area.
That's all. Even the rotation control of the cutting is so-so, and it looks like half-cooked rice was hastily served on the table.
On the other hand, Gao Wen.
The footwork has been adjusted, and the eyes are fixed on Puy's return ball, which hits the red clay with a strong backspin and is released without a high bounce arc; at the same time, the secondary falling speed is obviously accelerated, and it seems that the pull of gravity can be seen, and the tennis ball can no longer continue to fly upwards.
A step forward.
Bend your knees.
Lean forward.
The most important thing to deal with a backspin ball is to lower your center of gravity. If your center of gravity is not low enough, no matter how delicate your hand skills are, it is easy to hit the ball directly into the net.
Two-handed backhand, ready.
At this moment, Gawain raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Puy with his peripheral vision, observing Puy's position and movements——
The effect of Puy's choice of cutting can be seen, because there is no sudden stop or turn, so the body is completely controlled and returns to position quickly.
In a flash, Puy had moved sideways to the left again, returned to the center of the field, and prepared to continue defending.
Maybe Puy's defensive hitting techniques are not rich enough, but his footwork is light and agile, which also creates difficulties for Gawain's subsequent hitting.
A moment.
Gawain observed, Puy moved, Gawain hit the ball, everything happened in a short moment, and then Gawain had already made his move.
Whip?
Not really.
Small ball.
This is the correct answer.
Very, very suddenly, just before touching the ball, Gawain's two-handed backhand changed the way he hit the ball. A cut, like drawing a knife through water, gently and delicately wrapped the tennis ball, but cleanly changed the flight mode of the tennis ball, completing the agile touch of the ball with a soft touch.
Tennis ball dances like a yellow butterfly spreading its wings in the lavender fields of Provence.
Huh! The whole audience took a deep breath.
Sudden!
This was really too sudden! In the midst of a hard-fought collision, the momentum of the offensive and defensive transition was suddenly interrupted. Puy's cut was unexpected enough. Just when everyone thought that Gawain would take advantage of the victory and continue to attack with heavy artillery, Gawain turned out to be a soft and flexible person, completely changing the rhythm of the entire round.
"ah!"
Puyi was caught off guard and let out a roar from deep in his dantian. He paused, kicked his feet, and then his body rushed out like an arrow.
Although it was unexpected, Pouille's second start was very timely, and his steps fully understood the characteristics of the clay, so there was no problem even with an emergency start.
Tap tap.
Trample!
Pouille sprinted at full speed. His height of 185 cm is just right in the current tennis world. He has both lightness and strength, and he has no problem moving.
In the blink of an eye, Puyi had already arrived on horseback.
Gao Wen was on full alert, holding the racket with both hands, and took a series of small steps to adjust to the baseline, quickly reaching the net, using his coverage area to put visual pressure on Pouille.
Puyi's footsteps were about to arrive.
Although Gao Wen's small ball was very sudden, his technique was still not enough, the force was not released cleanly, and the line control was slightly long. It was obvious at a glance that he was not skilled enough and needed more games and practice to polish it.
Therefore, this also gives Puy the opportunity to continue defending.
Pui raised his eyes slightly, and then saw Gawain approaching quickly like a wall, and his sliding movement was affected -
Even if the ball catches up, what should we do? A little hesitation.
The racket was slow and missed the hitting point. The racket barely hooked but only the frame hit the tennis ball and the tennis ball was knocked out directly.
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Crash...
The tennis ball hit the net, creating a white wave.
Boom! The whole place was boiling.
It can be clearly seen that a group of spectators stood up, raised their arms and cheered, their excitement and excitement overflowing, shining brightly in the sun.
Break!
Gao Wen, unexpectedly broke again! From "0:3" behind, he was already "4:3" ahead in a blink of an eye. After the initial discomfort, Gao Wen seemed to have finally found some touch on the clay.
Thundering, surging.
Puyi was a little surprised.
More importantly, Puig was confused and bewildered. He didn't understand what was going on. He continued to play in his own style and didn't lose his form, but how did the situation of the game turn around? And he lost two consecutive service games and gave up the advantage in the first set.
What was going on? Puy couldn't figure it out.
At the end of the slide, Puy supported his body with both hands to avoid falling, then raised his head and found Gao Wen's figure on the opposite side of the net.
Where was Gawain? He was calm and composed. He didn't celebrate, cheer, or even clench his fists. He still had a curious expression on his face. He looked at where the ball had landed. He didn't seem dissatisfied or happy. He just nodded slightly, and then turned around... Just turned around... Just turned around...
That’s it?
The question mark in Pouille's mind was about to explode. From falling behind by three games to turning the situation around and taking the lead by breaking serve, isn't this worth a little cheer?
What is Gao Wen's attitude?
For a moment, Puy could not tell what he felt. Angry? Frustrated? Humiliated? Unwilling? Depressed? Or something else? Puy stood up again, lowered his head, and returned to the dugout. In the end, he could not help but look back at Gawain again.
In fact, at this time, Puy could not see Gao Wen's face through the referee's chair, and could only see a silhouette from behind, but Puy always felt that the back seemed to be laughing at him.
If Puy knew what was really going on in Gawain's mind, he probably wouldn't have thought too much about it, but the key point was that he didn't know and had no way of knowing -
Gao Wen was thinking, small ball, no, more practice is needed.
From the off-season to the spring season and then to the clay court season, I have been practicing all the way. The usual training volume is enough, but after all, I still lack actual combat drills. The whole feeling and control are not right. I still need to practice slowly in the upcoming clay court season.
The small shot just now was purely an appetizer, just an experiment, but the result was not satisfactory.
Three minutes on stage, ten years of hard work off stage.
Sure enough, Sampras was right. The net skills of the younger generation are really unbearable to watch. They need to practice hard.
(End of this chapter)