Chapter 1474: Burning Wantonly
The fingertips were slightly damp, permeating a thin layer of hot sweat. If I clenched my fists a little, I could feel the dampness coming from my palms.
But Plan had no time to think about this now. He just clenched his fists, and then clenched them again, using all his strength to pray silently for Gawain.
In fact, Plan wanted to flee. Every cell in his body was screaming "run, run, run", but his feet were firmly nailed to the spot and he couldn't move.
Then she wanted to close her eyes again, as if she no longer had the courage to continue watching. Every minute and every second was torture, but she forced herself to open her eyes.
Gawain is still fighting, isn’t he? If Gawain’s fight continues, she should fight along with him. Gawain has already experienced eight match point tests, and the ninth time is no exception. Even if her heart explodes, she will stand firmly behind Gawain.
They fight together.
Plan forced himself to stare at the TV screen, staring intently and holding his breath.
She believed that Wawrinka should also be nervous. After all, there was only one left after three consecutive match points.
Fans familiar with tennis should know that when facing three consecutive break points or three consecutive game points, the first two points are relatively easy, but the difficulty of the third point increases tenfold or a hundredfold. Whether it is the pressure or the situation, everything becomes subtle.
This is especially true now. For Wawrinka and Gao Wen, this third match point is the most important and dangerous moment.
There is no room for error.
Just imagining it makes my heart tremble uncontrollably.
Wawrinka, serve—
Zone 2, one shot.
Boom! At 193 kilometers per hour, Wawrinka speeds up and goes all out on the first serve.
Obviously, Wawrinka also realized the importance of this point. At this moment, he showed his courage and determination, and boldly chose to hit the serve flat, not only speeding up, but also landing in a tricky way, launching a full-scale attack -
Moreover, we have entered the zone.
Bang! Close up.
At the most critical moment, Wawrinka chose to use a relatively low frequency close-range pressure serve today, instead of hoping to rely on the serve to directly resolve the battle.
After all, in the last match point, Wawrinka tried to rely on his serve to deliver a fatal blow, but ended up losing his serve with a double fault.
Wawrinka refused to make the same mistake again and showed great confidence in his attack.
Serve…it worked!
The serve was fast and sharp, and it hit Gawain's body with great force. Although there was no rotation, the powerful tail force was released all over his head.
Gao Wen was unable to fully relax his footwork and barely relied on his backhand to push the ball in front of his body. The backward movement of his upper body assisted his arms in completing a small-range push, but everything happened too fast.
After a brief contact, the tennis ball was knocked away by the reaction force.
Whoosh! The tennis ball flew high in an arc, heading deep into the middle of Wawrinka's left half court, about one and a half steps from the midpoint of the court baseline. This was a bad spot, and Wawrinka could have started his attack directly.
Gao Wen was highly focused, his muscles tensed, and he tiptoed gently.
In fact, Gawain had no more strength left, his steps had long lost their lightness and agility, and it was extremely difficult to keep his center of gravity flexible. But at this moment, his mind was clear, and he miraculously generated a trace of energy to continue to keep his steps mobile.
Straight line? Diagonal line? Gawain's eyes were fixed on Wawrinka. This was not the first time in this match. Wawrinka relied on his serve to establish an advantage and then launched a torrent of attacks, scoring with an incredible offensive touch.
But Gao Wen was clear about one thing: he was tired, and so was Wawrinka, especially Wawrinka who maintained the active attack and consumed more energy. The quality of his attack now was definitely not comparable to that of the first two sets; and his defensive prediction had also adapted to the rhythm and intensity, so he still had a chance.
— Sideways forehand crossbar! Gawain, caught it.
His pupils shrank and his feet moved quickly to his left.
really!
Wawrinka moved sideways to make room, and with his forehand he launched a lightning-fast diagonal attack, rushing towards Gawain's backhand.
Push off the ground! His knees were a little weak, and the left leg was not strong enough to push off the ground, and even slipped a little on the clay.
Damn it!
Turn! Although he could no longer stand still, he was still very determined to swing the racket and turn, relying on his own strength to complete the strike.
Grit your teeth!
Swing the racket, hit the ball, and attack with force. The remaining energy is burned without any reservation, burning freely and wantonly, and only focusing on the point in front of him and performing to the extreme.
Ah! Ah! Backhand cross-court shot, force hitting force, violence meeting violence, Gawain threw his entire body out and hit the ball quickly with both hands.
Bang! The tennis ball, like a firefly hitting the earth, flew across the court and fell rapidly toward Wawrinka's left sideline. Its tail was enough to light up the world.
Wawrinka's footsteps were obviously squeezed, but he still refused to retreat and faced Gawain's two-handed backhand with a one-handed backhand.
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Ah! Wawrinka also exerted force, stretched and smooth, elegant but violent, his entire chest was completely open, and he hit back with a one-handed backhand.
Sweat, dust, and energy exploded along with the broken hair of the tennis ball under the sun, as if detonating a mushroom cloud.
whoosh.
——slash.
Wawrinka countered speed with speed, compressing the rhythm and time of the round as much as possible, and directly hit back with a backhand diagonal shot, repeating the continuous pressure on the line.
Wawrinka's idea was undoubtedly correct, to suppress the opponent with rhythm; but he still did not take the overall situation into consideration. At this time, Gawain's mobility decreased, and his shots in a moving state were often inaccurate. However, Wawrinka's repeated shots were like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth, which bought Gawain some breathing space.
On the surface, Wawrinka's backhand diagonal shot was violent and cool enough to launch a full-scale attack; however, such an offensive shot was actually an opportunity for Gawain to counterattack.
Gao Wen, how could I miss it!
However, Gawain did not retreat. Not only that, he took a step forward. His body was protesting, his brain was protesting, and even the fatigue and pain deep in his soul were protesting. However, Gawain did not waver at all. A murderous look flashed in his eyes, and his inner universe exploded completely. He attacked directly with decisiveness.
Grab the rising point!
The whole audience exclaimed in amazement. The silent amazement created a huge wave of excitement that swept across the entire venue.
Including Wawrinka, "Oops!"
At the first moment, Wawrinka started, sprinting towards the empty space on his right side of the court. His quick footsteps were like those on Hot Wheels, almost invisible. There was only a gust of wind crossing the entire court.
Wawrinka fought hard, burning his inner energy, because he knew that if he didn't fight hard at this moment, perhaps this match would leave him with a regret that he would never be able to forgive himself for.
"Backhand straight line".
Gawain's famous skill, unsheathing his sword, cut through the dark clouds over the Philippe Chatrier Stadium at this moment, and a ray of light from the sky fell down.
The skills are amazing.
Make a shining debut!
(End of this chapter)