Push off the ground!
Turn around!
Heavy hammer!
…Score! Instantly, the Philippe Chatrier Stadium went crazy. The whole stadium was boiling. Everyone stood up and cheered. Standing at the end of the world, they sang and danced to their heart's content.
Because just now, Tsonga used a signature forehand diagonal shot to score the winning point and save the third match point, and the audience went completely crazy.
"0:40".
This is the beginning.
It was obvious that Tsonga's concentration declined, and coupled with his extreme physical strength, he gave away three match points in a row in the blink of an eye.
Time and again, Tsonga was pushed to the edge of the cliff, but he made a desperate counterattack, concentrating his focus and bursting with energy, and began to burn his inner universe.
"40:40".
Standing on the edge of the shaky and precarious cliff, Tsonga's mind was clear, and all distracting thoughts and ideas were swept away.
The offense was smooth and flowing. Not only did they dare to shoot, but they also dared to take risks. Their entire offensive capabilities were fully utilized, as if there was no tomorrow and they burned all their energy. From the connection of the offense to the quality of their hitting, they fully recovered and they caught up to the tie position again as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.
Three consecutive match points, and with a "poof", they were gone.
How could the Philippe Chatrier Stadium possibly continue to maintain its sanity?
Whether it's a game that could be interrupted at any time due to weather threats, or facing the precipice of losing at any time due to consecutive match points, or the layers of dark clouds looming overhead creating a sense of doomsday, all signs are approaching "death" and "end".
That feeling of tension, that feeling of oppression... there was an incredible burst of energy, and then the entire audience just let themselves go and went crazy.
Not only the audience at the scene, but also Plan in front of the TV screen was no exception, his heart almost forgot to beat.
Then--
Double fault.
Tsonga's fourth shot of the game turned out to be the first double fault in the deciding set. At the most critical and fatal moment, the audience was stunned.
Plan was almost about to cheer out loud, but then he realized that this was still not the end and there was no need to cheer because of the opponent's mistakes.
In the first three match points, it was not because of Gawain's poor performance, but because Tsonga's performance was so brilliant, as if he was assisted by God.
As Gao Wen said, tennis is a sport about balance. If one side performs well, it can suppress the other side; but when the other side rises strongly, it will naturally suppress the opponent's performance. Advantages and disadvantages, strengths and weaknesses, are always swinging.
So, what about the fourth one? "40:AD".
First serve, at a speed of 188 kilometers per hour, inside corner, pressing forehand, but... it went into the wrong area and out of bounds.
Second serve.
At this point, Tsonga had missed three consecutive serves, and coupled with the pressure brought by the score, the air in Philippe Chatrier seemed to freeze.
Tsonga, showing his strong character, second serve, fighting hard -
Facing match point and three consecutive serve errors, not every player has the courage to fight.
Moreover, Tsonga scored.
Close-range backhand press, 180 kilometers per hour.
Two shots are equivalent to one shot.
It was fast, heavy, deep and spinning. Even though Gao Wen was prepared, his swing was still squeezed and he failed to control the curve of his backhand return.
Middle road, deep area.
The route and landing point were all planned by Gao Wen, but the failure to suppress the parabola was a fatal flaw, giving Tsonga the opportunity to press down from a high point.
Tsonga's mind was clear, without any distractions. His entire offensive awareness was very clear and very firm. He raised the racket with his forehand, at a high point diagonally above his shoulder, stood on the baseline, and attacked directly downwards, swinging the racket with a sweeping force, smashing the tennis ball into the diagonal blind corner.
Violence!
Heavy hammer!
As he swings the racket, you can see Tsonga rising into the air, his body weight and the power of the racket perfectly matched, all pouring out.
Boom! On the fourth match point, Tsonga still did not show any mercy, he tried his best, and accurately found the blind spot at the baseline.
The only drawback is that the hitting line and landing point are not original.
Because Tsonga believes in his forehand attack, even if it is accurately predicted by Gawain, he can still create enough advantages to pave the way for subsequent attacks.
Here, Tsonga has quickly adjusted his steps and prepared for the next attack.
Over there, Gawain ran at full speed. Although his lungs were burning, his attention was highly focused.
Push off the ground.
Charge forward.
inertia.
Gao Wen did not brake, but continued to move forward with the inertia of the sprint, and added the force of acceleration to the swing action through the turning action.
One rush.
With a wave.
The whole body is thrown out completely, and the smooth swinging action is like mercury pouring on the ground. You can clearly see the power running all the way up from the soles of the feet, colliding perfectly with the tennis ball along the whip-like swinging action, completing the combined force, and finally evolving into an instant release of energy.
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Bang! Then, Gawain's footsteps were thrown out of the singles line, then the doubles line, and his long sliding steps left a clear red wave on the ground.
Tennis ball, jumped out——
The collision of force and force, the superposition of energy and energy, the speed of tennis breaks through the shackles and reaches a new height, leaving only a hazy afterimage.
The tennis ball flew from Gawain's right side, along the diagonal, to Tsonga's right side.
The oblique line was torn apart with great force.
Tsonga stood in the midfield to open up an angle for attack, and Gawain used the force to further open up the angle for counterattack, aiming at the shallow area on the right side of Tsonga's service area to complete the shot. The horizontal dimension of the entire court has been utilized to the extreme, presenting the extreme theoretical level.
Then--
The tennis ball hit the small triangle outside the serving area and went straight into the dead corner.
Land and bounce.
...flying away.
The whole audience held their breath, dumbfounded.
Tsonga is running, sprinting at full speed.
"Forehand VS Forehand".
Tsonga had anticipated Gawain's shot choice and had already moved his feet towards the forehand position in advance, but it was not enough, seriously not enough.
Gao Wen's return ball had already torn the outside corner to its maximum. After it bounced off the ground, it had a strong external spin, crossed the doubles area, and continued to fly outside the doubles line. It flew in a thrilling arc, aiming at the stands of the stadium, and flapped its wings high, just like that, it cut off the breath of the audience and disappeared from their sight.
Tap tap tap.
Tap, tap, tap! Tsonga had no more strength left, but he kept running, running tirelessly. He couldn't even feel his legs anymore, he just kept pushing the ground mechanically, with only one thought surging in his mind:
"Run! Songa, run!"
His speed had reached the limit, and his body had been stretched to the limit. He could clearly see the trajectory of the flying tennis ball, as if it was within reach.
The racket was stretched out directly, and everything in the direction of the body's forward movement was caught——
Just a phantom.
Then, Tsonga could see the tennis ball passing two steps away from his racket, spinning at high speed, with the strands of hair exploding in the air.
It flew, soared, and finally rolled up huge waves and dived into the audience stands.
Forehand against forehand, but this time, it was Gawain who had the last laugh.
The fourth match point was successfully realized.
Tsonga was still running, looking up at the sky. The thick clouds were still rolling and boiling, and the thick ink was slowly spreading, as if it might collapse at any time.
However, in the end, it didn't happen.
The wind is still blowing, but the game is over.