Chapter 1423: The momentum is high
An accident, a touch of the net, is not good for Nadal, the rhythm of the fast return is disrupted, and the threat is disintegrated.
Another accident, pressing the line, which is not good for Gao Wen. The smooth bottom line material is completely different from the red clay, which changes the force.
Once, and again——
The confrontation of the ball was disrupted continuously throughout the round, and both players were caught in the hurricane, causing Philippe Chatrier to exclaim in surprise.
Then, Gawain was instantly thrust into the chaos and turmoil of war.
The tennis ball's flight trajectory, speed, and rotation direction were completely changed, and it flew lower, faster, and more aggressively towards Gawain's body.
The mind is clear, and I am extremely focused and engaged. There is no time to panic or complain, and I react immediately.
With a push, the left calf muscles tensed up instantly, and powerful force penetrated into the ground, applying emergency brakes and controlling the body.
Lean back with your upper body in the opposite direction to create space, avoid car accidents and make room for swinging the racket.
Turning around, there is no time to lead the racket for a two-handed backhand, so he holds his body firmly and completes a quick turn in a small range. Relying on the strength of his forearms, he swings out a small fan-shaped ball of sixty degrees. The next second he can feel the force of the tennis ball hitting him. His wrist is wrapped delicately, gently wrapped and flicked.
"Ugh!"
A roar erupted from deep in his dantian because of the force and control, and his body was obviously squeezed by the irregular bounce. After leaning backward continuously, he was almost flipped over. The whole person flew into the air along with the swinging movement, not only to dissipate the force, but also to complete the swing.
Hit lightly!
Gao Wen will never blindly exert force or take risks. In the midst of unexpected crises, he can always make accurate judgments and the best choices. Just like this time, the superposition and collision of continuous unexpected situations brought out the unique characteristics of the clay court to the fullest.
So, Gawain gave up the idea of continuing to attack, but also refused to respond with simple transition balls. In order to prevent Nadal from taking the opportunity to counterattack, he turned to control and layout; but everything happened too suddenly and too unexpectedly. The more he wanted to control, the easier it was to lose control.
In the end, Gao Wen chose to hit it lightly, asking for a line, not even a precise landing point, but a return line.
The tennis ball drew a small diagonal line and flew toward Nadal's left side of the court. Moreover, it was not just a forehand direction, but the diagonal angle was torn apart, aiming at the shallow area as much as possible, relying on the side spin to expand the horizontal width of the court all the way outward.
...The effect was actually pretty good! Not enough power, not enough rotation, not enough speed, to be precise, the landing point was also unsatisfactory, but no matter what, Gao Wen got the line.
I watched the tennis ball fall to a position a palm deeper in the small triangle at the bottom line of the service area. Although it was a light hit, the diagonal angle was unexpectedly torn apart.
Huh! Exclamations, one after another.
A second ago, people were still exclaiming that Nadal's return ball, which was in a passive state, unexpectedly hit the line and landed accurately on the baseline.
The next second, he exclaimed that the flight trajectory of the ball on the line changed, disrupting Gawain's defense/offense rhythm. The continuous accidents caused the already chaotic confrontation situation to be caught in the storm again. However, before the exclamation could rush out of his chest, he saw Gawain's return ball.
He improvised the shot in a hurry, but hit it again at a large angle close to the sideline. Although the ball was not of good quality, the line and the landing point were absolutely amazing, so much so that the exclamation that had been unable to be released for a long time was bubbling and boiling in his chest, and he subconsciously made a sound that he could not recognize.
Noisy, explosive.
Then--
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, one could see that Nadal's speed had reached its limit. He arrived at the scene at lightning speed, with his light steps galloping along the water. One could not even see his figure and footsteps clearly. One could only see a long afterimage stretching across the entire court, and a howling strong wind was blowing up the court.
But... you can't catch up, right?
No matter how you look at it, it seems impossible. Although Gawain's return shot had no quality, his line choice was too good, which put Nadal in a desperate situation again. It should have been an accident that disrupted Gawain's shot, but unexpectedly it became a great opportunity for Gawain to break the balance again.
Nadal did not give up.
Tap tap tap.
Tap, tap, tap!
Running, sprinting... sliding!
The King of Clay once again demonstrated his understanding and use of clay for Philippe Chatrier. With a seemingly ordinary push, he pushed his body out, and the red waves rolled and flew backwards along the soles of his feet, sliding and flying all the way.
In the blink of an eye, Nadal, who was in the midfield one second ago, appeared in the doubles area the next second.
The body is fully extended and stretched, the forehand has already been attacked, and a glance at the opposite side is seen, and then Gawain's figure is just starting to move sideways. Then, the racket can feel the friction and impact of the tennis ball, and completes the full friction by cutting down with the wrist.
One scoop, one chop.
Bang! The racket hit the ground with a dull sound, and Nadal's legs were split to keep parallel to the ground. His speed and energy had reached the extreme.
Caught it! Caught it! Moreover, the power of the short chop burst out instantly, cutting out a strong backspin ball, and then the tennis ball drew a straight line, piercing the entire court, starting from the starting point outside the doubles line, sticking to the ball post, aiming at the bottom line triangle inside the singles line with a posture comparable to a hundred steps away.
Classic "Outside-In", classic extreme defense, classic forehand save, classic Nadal.
Oh…ah!
The emotions at the Philippe Chatrier Stadium could no longer be suppressed. Cheers and screams, shock and astonishment broke out, breaking free from the constraints of reason.
However, before he could fully release the energy, he saw the rolling red waves on the other side of the court drawing the trajectory of an arrow -
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Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh…
Gao Wen is also surfing. Although his movements are a little clumsy and not skillful enough, his fully stretched body once again shows the flexibility and ductility of this 193-centimeter-tall player. His upper body leans forward, and his right hand holding the racket is touching his own limit.
Swoosh.
bass.
The speed gradually slowed down; the body slowly pressed down in parallel, almost doing a split on the ground.
Time, solidified.
His mind was blank, as if he was appreciating an oil painting. He was completely unaware that he had forgotten to breathe. His eyes followed Gawain's right hand as it moved forward and closer, just like the Titanic was crashing head-on into an iceberg.
at this time!
Touched it!
Gawain's racket unexpectedly touched the tennis ball, with a light tap and a block, without any strength or control, just relying on the feel of the hand, a conditioned reflex/instinct touch, and very, very reluctantly bounced the tennis ball back, basically using Nadal's shot to complete the shot.
Whoosh! The tennis ball flew high up, drawing a full arc, forming a rainbow bridge that spanned the entire court from right to left along a diagonal line.
Crossing the court on the Gawain side, over the net, entering the court on the Nadal side, and falling into the spacious and vast open space on the right.
Landing.
Rebound.
Land again.
There was no one within a five-meter radius.
(End of this chapter)