Chapter 1507: Practice

Cutting, backspin——

For Dimitrov, it was no surprise.

After completing his transformation and achieving a breakthrough in the grass court season, he is very familiar with these routines and tactics and there is no need to panic.

The key is never the tactics themselves, but the execution and timing.

After fifty rounds of stalemate in basic hitting training, using cutting to change the rhythm, does this mean that Gawain is also tired? Does he need to adjust his footwork? Maybe this is Dimitrov's chance? As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, Dimitrov had already grasped the inspiration -

He pushed off with his right leg, his calf muscles trembling slightly, and his forehand was already in place. It was obvious at a glance that he was preparing to exert force, but this time Dimitrov was highly focused and the entire hitting action seemed extremely careful.

This was a trap, Dimitrov reminded himself.

When facing a backspin cut, if the arc of the ball is not pulled up and you just hit it flatly with force, it is likely to go into the net; if the center of gravity does not sink and the swing action is just a blind flat hit, the result will still be a go into the net.

On grass, you need to be extra careful when cutting, especially after entering the anaerobic state. Because of the effect of lactic acid, muscle control is often not fine enough, and being either anxious or careless can easily lead to mistakes.

Therefore, Dimitrov is very focused——

Squat, turn, and swing.

Tiara!

The entire batting action is done in one go, graceful and light, with a certain agility and elegance, which is truly a visual enjoyment.

Then, the tennis ball flew back along the diagonal line again, falling rapidly towards the large triangle area of ​​Gao Wen's forehand baseline, and the full parabola passed over the net, as thrilling as a meteor.

Dimitrov was very satisfied with his shot. Confidence and pride surged in his chest, and his steps became lighter as he returned to defense.

but!

While his feet were still moving and he had no time to brake, Dimitrov noticed Gawain's movements. His pupils shrank and he immediately realized the changes. Before he had time to think about it carefully, Gawain had already made his move.

Rob.

Gao Wen did not retreat or wait, but directly hit the rebounded ball with his forehand, using the transfer movement to drive his arm and swing the racket horizontally -

Rebound, skateboard.

The entire stroke was connected very carefully, and the rhythm of returning the ball suddenly accelerated.

Dimitrov didn't have time to think about it, he stopped and turned quickly, returned to his position quickly, and then passively followed with a roll of the forehand, hitting the tennis ball back with speed.

Immediately afterwards, he returned to defense again.

Everything happened too fast. Before Dimitrov could reach the defense point, nor did he have time to stop or turn, he saw Gawain speeding up.

With a push of the foot, the rhythm and speed of the lateral movement are obviously increased to a higher level. The cross-stepping is dazzling, and the forehand is driven by the speed of lateral movement, suddenly speeding up, suddenly grabbing the point, and attacking directly.

Unlike the rebound ball in the previous shot, this time Gao Wen's footsteps came to the baseline, and he seized the opportunity when Dimitrov's return ball had a slightly mediocre parabola, grabbed a rising point, and further increased the rhythm and speed.

It turns out that everything is layout:

From the moment he slowed down the pace of his slice, Gao was already planning and laying out his plan, seizing the subtle gap when both players entered the anaerobic state, and then continued to speed up, changing both the landing point and the line.

Whoosh! This forehand shot that was aimed at the rising point caught the low bouncing rising curve of the tennis ball on the grass at the first moment, and the forehand shot swept horizontally in a cap-like manner, hitting it flat with great force, and the speed and rhythm were raised to a higher level.

The tennis ball flew low over the net, penetrated into the shallow area on the right sideline of Dimitrov, bounced off the ground, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Dimitrov's footsteps were in place, and he swung his forehand quickly, but -

Nothing at all.

Just swing it in the air.

Dimitrov's steps were very awkward. He staggered and stretched his body to try to complete the swing, but in the end he was unable to catch up. He watched helplessly as the tennis ball broke through the blockade and hit the barbed wire behind him.

Crash! The eleventh goal in a row, the winner is still Gao Wen.

What...what happened?

Dimitrov stood there, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently like a bellows, and his thoughts were swept away by the storm.

My head is full of question marks.

All along, one of the key messages that Rashid has conveyed to Dimitrov is:

Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing.

Dimitrov already has the ability to become the world's number one. What he lacks now is to break through a layer of window paper, and then he will be able to complete the transformation. He needs to pursue perfection, he needs to realize his full potential, and he needs to dare to make bolder and more risky attempts at critical moments.

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In other words, he needs to break through his own limits and rise to a whole new level.

Dimitrov also firmly believed in it. After all, with the help of Rashid, he did complete his transformation and made a gorgeous turnaround at Wimbledon last year, ushering in the first breakthrough in his career, and his confidence has reached a new height.

But now? This was basic hitting training, and they didn't need to predict. Dimitrov knew that Gawain would continue to choose to hit the forehand diagonally, and he also knew that Gawain was speeding up, but in the end, he still couldn't complete the ball, and lost the round in the forehand basic training for the eleventh time in a row.

Even if Dimitrov didn't want to, he had to think: Is it true that his basic skills no longer need to be improved? Dimitrov's pride suffered a direct blow, and his confidence was shaken. Everything he once believed in became uncertain.

So what should he do? Dimitrov has been in a state of self-doubt for some time now, and now his confidence has been shattered, and he can no longer control it.

Huff, huff…

Dimitrov felt a burning sensation in his lungs, and even his breathing became rapid.

Then, Dimitrov saw Gawain.

He clenched his fist lightly, with a smile on his face. When our eyes met, he ruthlessly added insult to injury, making fun of us and mocking us. He was completely like a bad friend. You could feel the gloating ridicule from our body language without any words. He didn't give us any face at all.

Looking at Gawain like this, Dimitrov couldn't help but chuckle, feeling somewhat helpless and amused, and looked down at his racket in frustration.

At this moment, a voice came from behind, "Otherwise, why don't you take a rest first?"

Dimitrov turned his head and saw Agassi standing in the shadows. He was already holding his racket and ready to go on court. It seemed that he was going to take over Dimitrov's position. This made him choke on his words: Is he being looked down upon now?

And in front of two legends, Sampras and Agassi? Damn!

"No, Andrei, I'm still fine." Dimitrov straightened his back and replied.

Agassi did not argue, "This is just basic training, no need to take it seriously."

Inexplicably, these words of comfort made Dimitrov's fighting spirit even higher -

If it was just basic training, then what was the big deal if he lost eleven rounds in a row? Wait, can he swear?

(End of this chapter)