Chapter 1270: Total Collapse

Pospisil is in despair——

He had made preparations in advance, he had focused his attention, he had mobilized all his potential, every aspect had reached its peak, and he was ready to attack with all his strength.

However, it was a little off.

Just a little bit.

A hair's breadth of difference.

The mustard yellow arc crossed the head of the racket stunningly and nimbly, drawing a full arc, and then fell like a meteor.

come down.

Rotate.

Explosion.

The tennis ball landed on the red clay, leaving a spinning mark, like a blooming sunflower, with petals spinning and blooming, and bits of red clay flying and dancing.

Within the boundaries.

The landing point was so clear and so accurate, just inside the doubles sideline, half a step behind Pospisil's position, creating a boomerang effect.

Score.

Break!

The whole audience was excited.

Roaring and surging.

Even if I see it with my own eyes, I still can't control my amazement and praise; even if it is very close, I still can't help but doubt my eyes.

Ah! Ah! The charm of the doubles match was fully displayed at this moment. From the net to the baseline, the three-dimensional space of the entire court was used to the extreme.

It turns out that there are such lines and such landing points on the tennis court; it turns out that there is such a breakthrough in the comprehensive offensive and defensive confrontation.

Unbelievable.

My heart is pounding.

However, those cheers, applause and exclamations had nothing to do with Pospisil. To his ears, they were just a roar.

He just watched helplessly as the tennis ball found a mysterious landing spot comparable to the Peach Blossom Spring, opening up a whole new world, a world he had never seen and had no way of knowing, mocking his ignorance and narrow-mindedness. All his pride and self-confidence were shattered bit by bit.

How…how…how did that guy do it? This route? This landing point? How did it all happen? He had given it his all, but was still helpless? That feeling of powerlessness, pulling at his ankles, falling rapidly, his slightly trembling knees seemed unable to bear the weight of his body anymore, and he just collapsed.

Plop.

Pospisil fell to his knees under the force of his body rushing forward, and sat on the ground, like the little mermaid in Andersen's fairy tale.

Dispirited.

Feeling lost.

He just stared blankly at where Gawain's return ball landed, and finally he just threw himself down, hid his head in his hands, and escaped from this world.

So what should he do? Or more precisely, what else could he do? Pospisil had no answer.

In the singles match, Pospisil couldn't find a way to break the deadlock against Gawain, and he felt like a mosquito caught in a spider web.

He had thought that in the doubles arena, things would be different, but he had tried everything, so why was there no change?

That feeling of being suffocated, trapped, and suppressed... that feeling of being filled with rage that is about to explode but unable to vent and having to shut up and swallow it down, which then rampages through the mind and devours me, is really -

It's terrible.

Really, really bad.

"ah."

Even when he tried to vent, he could only let out a muffled cry. It was as if the sound was trapped deep in his throat, and he couldn't shout out anything. He was so frustrated that he wanted to bang his head against the wall.

"0:3".

Not only the second set, but the entire game was over.

The disintegration of Pospisil is visible.

Sok stepped forward and helped his partner to stand up. He tried to comfort Pospisil and told his partner that they should enjoy the game.

Things have come to this point and there is nothing that can be done. In this case, why not temporarily put aside the obsession with winning or losing and enjoy the game. After all, this is the final of the Masters; after all, this is Monte Carlo, and no one knows when they will be able to play on a golf course facing the sea with spring flowers blooming.

Sok, indeed, was able to relax and maintain a relaxed and happy attitude.

But as for Pospisil, it is not known.

There was nothing Soke could do about it. Anyway, he had done his best.

We will be able to get some clues from the next game.

The fourth game, “15:0”.

In the next point, Sock made a volley error during a strong duel with Gao Wen at the net.

The racket angle was not controlled correctly, so the return ball's parabola went straight up.

This is basically the equivalent of a feed, handing over all attacking power to the opponent, and it only occurs when practicing hitting the ball at the net.

The mistake was simply a simple one on Sok's part.

When Sock saw this, he knew something was wrong, because Gao Wen had already set up his forehand and was firing on all cylinders, obviously preparing to smash the ball directly to lock in the winning point.

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So, what should Sok do? Sok made an unexpected move -

He was like a groundhog.

When a groundhog burrows into a burrow, its chubby butt is often stuck outside, so the little guy has to shake and wobble and move in little by little, but the furry ball left outside is almost like an obvious target, waiting to be attacked by the enemy.

So is Sok.

He turned around, bent over, and deliberately stuck his butt out.

Gao Wen: ??? Audience: ??? Gao Wen did not anticipate Sock’s move at all. After he swung his forehand, he was half a beat late to see Sock’s move. His hitting action changed slightly in an instant, from a strong swing to a gentle wrap of his wrist, which completely unloaded the power of the tennis ball and turned it into a small ball in front of the net.

Pop.

The tennis ball landed on the ground, with almost no force attached to it. It bounced twice in a blink of an eye and scored easily.

But, points are points, but what is going on in this scene?

Gao Wen's eyes widened. This was definitely a situation he had never encountered in his short career. He cried out in amazement.

"Jack!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth and he couldn't help laughing.

But see——

Soke patted his butt in a cool manner, stood up again, turned around and smiled.

"Gawain, the target is right here, at such a close distance, and you didn't hit it? No, you can't do that."

Gao Wen: ...

Gao Wen, who is usually eloquent, was speechless for once. Looking at the giggling Soke, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Ha ha!

The whole audience burst into laughter.

The audience was also all surprised. Watching the pantomime-like skit in front of them, the competition, which had already been a foregone conclusion, became cheerful again.

Sock even walked to the front of the net, opened his arms, and gave Gao Wen a hug. "Man, next time you see a target, you should aim for the bull's eye, understand?"

A smile surged in Gao Wen's chest, "Haha, I understand, Colonel Sok, I accept the order."

Sok snapped his fingers triumphantly, and then winked at the stunned Dimitrov, as if to say: Study it seriously.

As a result, Dimitrov couldn't help but burst into laughter. The whole atmosphere of the game became cheerful and the whole venue was filled with laughter.

Perhaps Pospisil is the only exception.

He felt more lonely than ever before, standing alone at the baseline, his hands on his hips, looking at the two good friends at the net, with a look of despair on his face:

What should I do if my doubles partner turns against me at the last minute? Urgent, waiting online.

(End of this chapter)