Chapter 1380: Perfect body

Beautiful!

Even Gawain wanted to applaud Tsonga for his very, very, very good shot control this time, but Gawain was not ready to give up.

No matter whether he could catch up in the end, he should at least try. Gawain's fighting spirit was burning, and every inch of his muscle was exploding.

However, it is not enough, still not enough——

Tsonga's ball had all the necessary landing points, force relief and rotation, pushing Gawain directly to the edge of the cliff.

then.

A kick.

One rush.

With a gliding step, he rushed out.

If it was on hard court, this ball would definitely be unrecoverable, and the only thing we can do is applaud Tsonga; but this is red clay, and there is more to the movement of footwork on this court, and the difference in speed and rotation can often become an unknown variable in the game.

In fact, Gao Wen still needs to continue learning his sliding steps.

Not to mention comparing with top players like Nadal and Thiem, there is still a gap compared with ordinary clay court masters. After all, I am still a novice.

However, Gao Wen firmly remembered Graf's advice: sliding and spinning are essential weapons to adapt to clay court games.

Some players, because of the immediate victory or defeat, often dare not try these unfamiliar techniques. They still choose to play the game in the way they are most familiar with and most adapted to, refusing to step out of their comfort zone. But this is wrong. We need to take a long-term view. Anyway, we have to learn and adapt. Trying as soon as possible can shorten the trial and error time.

“Don’t be afraid to fail, and don’t be afraid to make mistakes.”

so--

Although he was not very skilled, and despite the enormous pressure on and off the court he came to Roland Garros with, Gawain was still very resolute in his tactical execution.

He slid forward and rushed out without hesitation.

Before the foot reaches the bottom line of the serving area, the sliding step has already been pushed out, and the clay court turns into a ski resort in a second, with rolling red waves flying.

A long trail was left behind, and the hem of the clothes fluttering in the wind was so chic and light, like a flash of beauty, passing by before one's eyes.

rustle.

rustle.

But soon, Gao Wen realized that it was too early to start.

The difficulty of the "sliding" technique lies in, first, balance, how to cleverly maintain the body's center of gravity; second, control, combining multiple factors such as timing, strength and speed, when to start, how much acceleration to attach, when to brake, and how to start again after braking.

For Gao Wen, the former is not difficult, as the importance of basic footwork skills can be seen at this point; but the latter is a completely new subject.

The so-called unfamiliarity and unskillfulness refers specifically to the second half.

Gao Wen's calculation of the distance and position of the slide was still not accurate enough, just like now -

Because I was worried that I would lose control of my speed and hit the net, I started a little early, and as a result, my power was exhausted, and then...

Can't catch up.

Just half a step away.

What to do? However, Gawain's upper body was completely leaning forward, and his body flexibility had been pushed to the extreme. From the audience stands or the live broadcast, it could be seen that from the thigh to the torso to the racket, it stretched into a straight line. The air waves and white lines extending behind him showed the visual magnificence perfectly.

Getting closer.

Closer.

The tennis ball began to fall for the second time, seemingly unable to withstand the pressure of rotation and gravity, and fell vertically.

Then, the head of the racket appeared.

A rub and a pick.

A gentle flick of the wrist was like a delicate hand removing a veil. No force could be felt at all. It was just a push.

Pop.

Gently, softly, and gently, the tennis ball flew back.

High and floating.

It can be seen at a glance that Gawain did not pursue perfection - of course, it may also be that his body has reached the limit and there is no way to continue pursuing detail control; on the contrary, the entire return arc looks very ordinary and simple, just rising high and returning to the other side.

straight line.

Midfield.

But, that's enough.

Not far away, Tsonga had fallen to the ground, and the entire left side of the field was completely cleared. Although Tsonga stood up quickly, he was still too late to start, especially as Gawain pushed a midfield ball, which was not deep but enough to fly over Tsonga's position to the backcourt.

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Tsonga had just started walking when he realized he could not catch up. He stopped helplessly and watched the tennis ball jump twice.

From tension to relaxation, then back to tension and finally back to relaxation, the close combat with bayonets drawing blood finally came to an abrupt end in this way.

The entire stadium was completely silent, watching the two players on the court quietly.

Tsonga, in a disheveled state, his body drenched in sweat and caked with red clay, looked like a superhero who had failed in his transformation.

Gawain, sitting on the ground with his legs split, eating dirt, panting like an ox, his face flushed, he didn't even have the energy to roar, he just clenched his fists, his eyes bright.

It can be seen from the state of the two players that they have tried their best and left no stone unturned for this point.

Boom! In an instant, the whole audience was in an uproar. The passion and enthusiasm deep in their hearts could no longer be suppressed and burst out strongly.

When the match entered the deciding set and was about to reach three hours, the two players were still in such good form and presented such wonderful rounds.

At this moment, all the audience watching the live broadcast of the game, without exception, gave applause.

Even the two players are no exception.

Amid the roar that filled the entire stadium, Tsonga walked towards Gawain and inquired with his eyes; Gawain raised his hand to indicate that he was fine, stood up using his racket to support his body, and then walked towards the net, fist-bumped with Tsonga to celebrate, with smiles creeping onto the corners of both of their faces.

Ah! Ah! The applause and whistles rose steadily, creating an incredible heat wave. Even the layers of dark clouds covering their heads became supporting roles. Even if the world was about to end, they would still be reveling, partying, and grasping every minute of their lives, burning and blooming to their heart's content.

Both Gao Wen and Tsonga gave good performances in the first three rounds, but the only regret was that their opponents lacked stamina.

Especially for Gao Wen, he lost the last set of two consecutive games against Thiem and Paire, which was one-sided and the strong confrontation could not last to the end.

However, today, the game has entered the deciding set, but the back-and-forth contest still maintains a strong sense of tension, and the suspense of the outcome is still unknown.

The audience at the Philippe Chatrier Stadium are in for a treat.

Originally, due to the potential threat of weather, people should have left one after another. No one wanted to be soaked. However, this was not the case. The Philippe Chatrier Stadium was actually being filled up little by little. The attendance rate had gradually increased from 60% at the start of the game to over 80%.

Moreover, it is still rising. For a fourth-round match, such a scene is really rare. It seems that the attention of the entire Roland Garros is being focused on the center court.

Tsonga's appeal is unquestionable, but the key is the wonderful performance he and Gawain put on together.

No one should miss this collision.

The excitement continues.

(End of this chapter)