He pushed off the ground, and his left leg dug deep into the earth like a foundation, firmly supporting his body. The explosive force extended from the sole of his foot to his ankle, all the way up along his calf and thigh. You could even hear the sound of banging. The strength of his waist and abdomen firmly controlled his center of gravity, keeping his body balanced in the storm.

Because there was not enough space to hit the ball, but Gao Wen chose to take the risk, it was crucial to keep the center of gravity stable, and all the muscles in the body were completely tense.

“Huh!”

With a low chuckle, he quickly attacked with both hands backhand, slow at first and fast at the end, deliberately delaying the attack for one beat, not only to disrupt Istomin's judgment, but also to wait for a more appropriate time to hit the ball.

Then, seize the fleeting gap——

Take action!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, in an instant you can feel the buzzing sound of the breeze passing through the strings. The speed of the racket head increases to the extreme, with each collision and swing.

Bang! The tennis ball flew out.

straight line!

A straight, straight line, going against the wind along the sideline.

The entire court was breathing, staring in amazement at the tennis ball as it crossed the court and finally landed in the deep baseline area on Istomin's forehand.

It fell to the ground, bounced back, and hit the bottom line baffle. There was a dull sound, like thunder, exploding on the eardrum.

Buzz, ripples appeared in the air, and raging waves were waiting to be released.

Istomin had made a complete mistake in his prediction. His feet were nailed to the spot, unable to move. He watched the tennis ball flying back to him in a daze, while he was looking at it from afar across most of the court. His brain stopped working and he could not make any judgment. Only question marks kept popping up in his mind, almost bursting with doubts.

Subconsciously, Istomin turned to look at the linesman.

In this game, Gawain kept trying and fighting, and his entire batting routine was distributed all over the court, but unfortunately, most of the time he made mistakes, which meant that Gawain's offense was unable to bring any substantial pressure to Istomin, and instead allowed Istomin to play at his own pace.

So, what about this time?

Out of bounds, or in? Thousands of eyes in the stadium were all looking at the linesman, no one was exempt, and they even forgot to breathe.

You can faintly hear the sound of the air burning.

The linesman, who had not yet realized that he had become the focus of the entire stadium, gestured very firmly with his backs of his hands facing up and his hands together: In bounds.

One second, two seconds——

Ah! A roar shook the world.

The feeling was like diving underwater, quiet, gentle, and peaceful. There was only the sound of flowing water gently surging above the eardrum. However, because the diving time was prolonged, the pressure from all directions piled up on the eardrum little by little, so that the heart could also feel the weight, compressing, compressing, and compressing again, as if the whole world was slowly shrinking.

Time stands still and space shrinks.

Then, the oxygen in my lungs slowly depleted, and even the light and water began to go into slow motion, everything slowed down.

Until... it breaks through the water, bursts the bubbles, and colorful colors and surging noise pour down from all directions like a downpour.

It was so violent and so magnificent that the whole world was filled with a roar.

Gawain, clenched his fists, looked up to the sky and howled—

“Ahhhh!”

He did not give up, he was still fighting, still struggling, and still burning with passion.

“Ahhhh!”

He was dissatisfied, angry, and irritable, and was very, very upset about his playing condition. This was definitely not the performance he should have put in, and it was definitely not the performance he should have put in his first time on the Wimbledon stage. More than anyone else, he was the guy who was most demanding of himself.

“Ahhhh!”

Despite this, he still refused to surrender and still believed that he could find a way to win.

give up?

Absolutely not possible.

Roaring and roaring, breaking free from the restraints, those eyes burned with murderous intent, which was not released when saving the match point, nor when winning the game point again. It was suppressed again and again, and finally released completely after holding the serve with great difficulty.

Then——

Sampras was the first to stand up with his fists clenched, waving them continuously, roaring one after another, repeating his shouts over and over again.

“Come-On! Come-On! Come-On!”

Boom! The whole place roared with thunder.

Boom boom boom, boom boom boom…

It can be clearly seen that everyone in the entire No. 2 Stadium has stood up, shouting, roaring, and yelling. The hideous and distorted faces are burning with the release of Gawain's emotions. The surging passion has spread to every corner of the stadium in the blink of an eye.

Obviously, people still expect Gawain to win. Rather than the surprise victory of the unknown Istomin, the audience coming to Court 2 still hopes to see Gawain win a wonderful victory, just like in Melbourne Park and Roland Garros.

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Although the course of the game completely broke people's expectations, after all the twists and turns, the audience still got to see the classic Gawain as they wished.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, the champion's heart is still beating and releasing, trying every means to continue the game and refusing to give up fighting to the end.

Witnessing such a miraculous moment with your own eyes, the excitement and thrill are released completely and without reservation, which is truly a pleasure.

“…The game is not over. Dear audience, the game is not over!”

"God!"

"Although Istomin tried to complete the most important victory of his career, Gawain said no and got back on track with an unparalleled performance, missing three game points and saving one match point. In the end, it was Gawain who held serve and the score in the third set was tied again."

"After completing a crucial serve, Gawain once again put the pressure on Istomin."

"Moreover, in the previous game, Istomin had the match point and had the hope of ending the game directly, but victory slipped through his fingers and slipped away again. It can be foreseen that the mentality of both players should face subtle fluctuations, and the next few games may play an unpredictable role."

“Now, it depends on who can stay focused and calm under pressure. The game will enter a whole new situation.”

“Wow, this is incredible!”

“It may be hard to believe, but the fact is that this match didn’t become exciting until the third set.”

——“5:5”, the third set, the game was tied, no one could break the serve, so the two sides will continue to fight.

Next, without a break between sets, Istomin will continue to serve.

However, as the narrator said, the situation has changed subtly -

A misalignment of a match point and the ups and downs of mentality will have unknown impacts, and the momentum and state between the two players are quietly changing positions.

At this point, the impact of psychological state on the game is further amplified.

Having to serve directly without a break between sets is bad news for Istomin. Now it depends on his ability to stay focused and maintain his form in the chaotic situation. As long as he can continue to hold his serve, he will be able to gain a foothold and the situation of the game will return to balance.

"30:0".

Istomin scored two points first.

It can be seen at this point that Istomin is still full of confidence in this game. Although he missed the match point, the confidence built throughout the game helped him quickly gain a foothold.