Chapter 1265: Liver trembling

From the backcourt to the frontcourt, and then back to the backcourt again.

From the right to the left, and back to the right again.

In this point, the four players on the court covered the entire court, with their figures in every corner, and then Gawain and Dimitrov both went to the net.

In the previous shot, Gao Wen intercepted the ball successfully. Although the effect of the return was uncertain, both players started and quickly went to the net to firmly hold the advantage in front of the net.

In front of the net, it was a two-on-one matchup. Pospisil was outnumbered and the sparks of close combat were about to fly.

Then--

Tennis is here.

Small slash.

In a difficult situation, Sock hastily chose to hit a small diagonal forehand shot, sending the tennis ball to Dimitrov's backhand.

Relatively speaking, this is the most obvious and direct shortcoming. In a passive state, it is almost a subconscious choice. Sock also expects his powerful forehand shot to suppress Dimitrov's backhand.

Uh ah!

Sok, exerting all his strength, his steps were a little unstable, and he poured all the power of his upper body into it. One could even hear the sound of his muscles bursting.

After hitting the ball, Sock had no time to adjust the angle. He immediately leaned forward along the hitting motion, and his body entered the baseline and sprinted towards the net, trying to assist Pospisil and create visual pressure on the two players on the opposite side of the net.

Criss-cross.

Dazzling.

The confrontation in the game was extremely tense. The four players were everywhere on the court. There was no time to tell who was who. The hitting of the tennis balls had already woven a scene of swords and sabers.

The wind blows hard and the clouds fly.

In his sight, Sok could see that Dimitrov did not dodge, but took the initiative to move forward, and his one-handed backhand was like a car crash.

Bang! Power meets power, Dimitrov's shot is very hard, a typical volley at the net.

but!

Sock hid a little trick, topspin, although not strong topspin, the forehand was still mainly based on power, but Sock slightly twisted the parabola and added a little rotation, which also made the tennis ball hit Dimitrov's racket and continue to move up along the racket string.

At this time, it is crucial to control the angle of the racket face. If the downward angle is not enough, the flying arc of the tennis ball may not be suppressed.

really!

Dimitrov treated the ball as a powerful forehand shot. In the split second in front of the net, he did not have time to carefully observe the rotation of the tennis ball. The angle of the racket face was slightly biased upwards, and the parabola of the return ball was not suppressed. It can be clearly seen that the tennis ball slightly rose up, and the parabola was a bit high.

Not obvious, but objectively exists.

In a singles match, this little flaw would not be a problem; but in a doubles match, the players standing at the net will definitely not miss it.

Pospisil, appeared.

It was obvious at a glance that Pospisil was a little anxious. He took two cross steps forward and grabbed a rising point before the parabola was fully released.

Forehand, a chop, everything, using the force of the opponent to complete the block, and directly hit the tennis ball towards Gao Wen's position.

Ah! Someone at the scene couldn't help but scream. It looked like the tennis ball was about to hit Gawain like a comet hitting the earth.

Everything happened so fast that before he could even exhale, changes had already occurred on the court.

But see——

Gawain appeared very calm, his attention was highly focused, without a single slackness, and his conditioned reflex response was timely enough -

The whole person dragged his center of gravity backwards and jumped up, barely making room; the forehand grip was very strange, not extending outwards, nor stretching the body, but awkwardly buckling inwards.

It can be clearly seen that the body rises into the air and dances like a feather, light and agile, and twisted into a strange posture.

racket!

He blocked it in front of him and barely managed to hit the tennis ball with the racket face.

A twist and a rub.

It's pure wrist work.

Today, the audience has admired Dimitrov's hand skills more than once, marveling at his title of "Little Federer" and showing his natural touch.

Now, Gao Wen also demonstrated his talent for touch with an extreme catch, and hit the ball entirely with his wrist when his body's center of gravity was completely unbalanced.

However, the tennis ball was seen spinning at high speed with a strong inward spin, and tiny golden fluff exploded in the air, stirring up a patch of sunlight.

Just like that, he hit Pospisil's face again.

Accident!

Accident!

Alarms, one after another.

In the situation of a strong confrontation in front of the net, everything happens too fast and it is all an instinctive reaction. Even the control of the shot cannot be done as one wishes. The subconscious shot action cannot fully control the line and direction of the shot.

Naturally, accidents are likely to occur.

Pospisil was startled.

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In the pupil, one can clearly see the tennis ball gradually enlarged and spinning at high speed. The field of vision is compressed and covered. In an instant, the whole world is condensed to the size of a tennis ball. The mustard yellow is pouring down all over the place, and even the sunlight is dyed with a layer of yellow, and it comes towards you in a mighty way.

There is nowhere to escape.

Damn it!

My heart trembles.

Can he swear? But swearing can wait. Pospisil's survival instinct suddenly erupted. His body flashed to one side, twisting into a strange arc like a welcoming pine tree, and his racket stood upright.

First gear.

Immediately afterwards, boom!

Impact.

It was precisely because of the conditioned reflex of dodging and pushing that Pospisil not only avoided the tragedy of a bloody face injury, but also knocked the tennis ball back.

However, the wave-like force continued to surge in layer by layer, and the strong aftereffect made Pospisil stagger back half a step. His knees trembled slightly, and a layer of cold sweat seeped out of his palms. The posture of holding the racket became slippery and he was about to lose his grip.

Subconsciously, Pospisil swallowed his saliva. Fear and panic were colliding in his chest, and it felt like something was leaking out.

Damn! However, the adrenaline that kept pouring out still firmly gripped my heart, and my muscles were tense. I never gave up, and I never wavered.

Pospisil stared at the tennis ball intently, with only one thought in his mind: I can't catch it, I can't catch it, I can't catch it.

In fact, the quality of Pospisil's return was indeed very good.

Be straightforward.

Tennis has now evolved into badminton. Everyone is racing against time, hitting the ball before it even hits the ground, and the rhythm is completely tight.

Suffocating.

Pospisil's hit did not exert any force. The tennis ball flew a short distance and then fell vertically.

Soft and less forceful.

He actually created an incredible hitting effect, not only resolving Gawain's interception, but also cleverly increasing the difficulty of returning the ball in the confrontation in front of the net, pushing Gawain and Dimitrov into a passive situation again. This time, the handling of the small ball in front of the net was extremely difficult.

There was an exclamation at the scene.

You are still scared one second and sighing the next, your brain is blank. Everyone is riding on a roller coaster together, and the ups and downs of the sound continue to jump out uncontrollably, testing the heart's endurance limit every second.

Then, one by one, they held their breath, and only the rolling heat waves surged over their eardrums.

Gao Wen, step forward.

(End of this chapter)