"ah!"
Tsonga, bursting into Super Saiyan mode, hit a powerful shot that penetrated the entire court, even from his own backhand:
From the blind spot on Tsonga's left baseline, aiming at the blind spot on Gawain's left baseline, the ball makes a large diagonal line, making the most of the point-to-point space on the tennis court.
Tennis ball turned into a flash of lightning, sweeping through the enemy.
Huh! The Philippe Chatrier Stadium was in shock. Almost everyone believed that Tsonga's attack could score a point, but they were stunned again at the end of the exclamation. Their voices were cut off, their breathing was cut off, and even their heartbeats were cut off. They stared at the figure with their souls out of their bodies.
The wind is howling wildly, like a swimming dragon.
Sprint.
Slide.
Back.
Across the court, Gawain appears.
The speed has reached the limit, but Tsonga's powerful attack still compressed Gawain's defensive space again and again, so that Gawain was forced to turn his back.
It was impossible to complete the backhand swing with two hands, so I had to turn my back to the court, hold the racket with my right hand, and hit the ball with one hand, all in one gear, and complete the touch on the edge of the cliff.
bass.
The tennis ball flew up, drawing a full parabola and a rainbow above the court, making the gloomy sky seem as bright as day.
Stunning and dazzling.
The entire audience watched with bated breath as the tennis ball rose high into the sky.
But not Gawain.
After a pause and a break, the sliding step has reached the extreme, but there is no time to hesitate. Following the inertia of the forward rush, he completes a 270-degree counterclockwise turn.
Rotate.
Point the ground.
jump.
He lightly broke free from the constraints of gravity, regained his balance in the spinning world, and moved towards the forehand position with a series of small steps.
Return to position.
Defense.
Only then did I have time to find the flight path of the tennis ball, and I saw it falling.
Even Gawain himself was not sure.
Who would have thought that Tsonga's backhand attack would have created a huge danger. If Gawain had just chosen to go to the net, Tsonga would have broken the net from the backhand position. But even if Gawain did not go to the net and still held the baseline, he would have been forced to the extreme on the defensive end:
There is no control at all when saving the ball with one hand backhand, it all depends on the feel of the hand, but Gao Wen has no idea how effective the shot will be.
A straight line is not a straight line; a diagonal line is not a diagonal line either.
Gawain's return ball flew crookedly and flutteringly, from Gawain's backhand area to Tsonga's forehand area in front of him.
The key point is that the line was not controlled, so it fell in the middle position on the side of Tsonga's forehand area, without enough angle and depth.
- Opportunities for Tsonga to continue attacking.
Alarm bells are ringing!
Gawain reacted immediately. Tsonga's advantage was gradually increasing, and his continuous heavy hammer attacks broke the balance of the confrontation.
Danger.
With a leap of his feet, Gawain's body moved towards his forehand position. Because of the landing point of his return ball, because of the open space of his forehand, and because of Tsonga's forehand attacking habit, all the details showed that Tsonga should choose to continue hammering with his forehand diagonal line.
Gawain, controlling his steps while watching Tsonga's strokes, then -
wrong.
straight line.
Judging from Tsonga's footwork, body position and hitting action, he did not choose the usual diagonal line, but unexpectedly chose a straight line.
Damn it!
Right leg, pause.
Calf, kick.
His body had already moved to his left side in half a beat, but at this time it was obvious that Gao Wen was not skilled in his footwork. After continuously moving back and forth at the baseline, his hard court habit returned to him. His sudden stops and turns were completely hard turns on hard court, and he exerted full force in pushing off the ground.
Although the footsteps successfully completed the turn, the subsequent pushing force was not solid enough, just like skating. The pushing feeling between movements was always not completely matched, which also affected the efficiency of movement. It was obvious that the footsteps could not keep up with the brain consciousness.
However! Gawain was not distracted at all, his attention remained highly focused, his eyes fixed on Tsonga——
straight line.
Look back.
Heavy hammer.
As expected, Tsonga very suddenly chose to attack in a straight line, catching Gawain off guard; but at the same time, the flaws in Tsonga's forehand straight line still existed. He did not exert his full strength, but slightly reduced his strength, focusing on control, and combined it with his own pressure at the net to form a combination punch.
This tiny flaw is Gao Wen's opportunity.
Push off the ground.
Sprint.
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move.
Adjustment.
Gao Wen's footsteps were always under control, but there was still not enough time and space. After all, there was still a little bit missing. His footsteps were not in place and he could not exert force accurately.
At the critical moment, Gao Wen entered a state of complete oblivion. He could see the rotation of the tennis ball, Tsonga's steps forward and the turbulence of the entire court. Everything was played in his pupils at ten times slow speed.
Tennis is getting closer and closer...
Gawain, it was too late for him to brake, so he simply gave up braking and continued to move forward, following the inertia of the forward rush, continuing to accelerate and move, while at the same time pouring the power of this acceleration into the swing of the racket, and hitting forward with a two-handed backhand, facing the high-speed tennis ball head-on.
Bang! At the moment of contact with the ball, the weight and strength of the whole body are superimposed, and the two-handed backhand is swung with a force that can pull mountains and rivers apart, completing a home run.
However, what is slightly different from a home run is that the friction between the racket string and the tennis ball is pushed to the extreme within a limited range due to the turning, swinging, and head rotation.
The tennis ball climbed up along the strings, being compressed bit by bit, until it was finally pressed into a thin piece of paper, with countless pieces of hair exploding.
——Bounce, attack...explode.
Force hits force.
Hammer responds to hammer.
Boom! A dull explosion sounded in the air, almost disappearing.
A mustard yellow arc rushed out, and rolling air waves spread out along both sides, with speed and power released completely without reservation.
Whoosh, across the court on Gawain's side.
Whoosh, breaking through the net block before Tsonga could get in place.
Whoosh, it passed over Tsonga's side of the court and fell vertically in the open space on the right...
But, out of bounds? In bounds?
All sounds in the world disappeared, and it seemed that even the dark clouds in the sky were temporarily frozen.
Thousands of eyes were fixed on the tennis ball as it fell, landed, and hit the sideline accurately... before bouncing out.
All eyes were looking towards the side referee, and they turned their heads in unison, more unified than ever before. An overwhelming wave of heat poured down.
The linesman, his eyes fixed resolutely on the sideline, his hands... clasped together.
Within the boundaries.
Buzz.
The brains of all the spectators in the Philippe Chatrier Stadium buzzed and there was a very brief blank. They were unable to react for a moment.
Stunned, shocked, surprised... and then, admiring!
Tsonga maintained his dominance, suppression and initiative throughout the game and had already exerted his utmost on the offensive end, but Gawain on the opposite side of the court showed the tenacity, versatility and counterattack of the clay court to the fullest. Finally, he fought back standing on the edge of the cliff and scored the winning point with a two-handed backhand diagonal shot.
Break point, cash in.
The next second, the emotions could no longer be suppressed and were released in a mighty manner——
Boom! Screams and cheers, praise and applause, overwhelming, even the cloudy sky became a backdrop, at this moment, the Philippe Chatrier Stadium is the most shining pearl in the world.