"ah!"
Istomin chose to give it a go and tried to break the net straight away.
“Ahhhh!”
Istomin watched helplessly as the tennis ball broke free from its restraints and went off track. His racket swing was not fast enough, and before he could completely retract his forehand, the tennis ball had already rebounded and was out of the control of the racket face. Finally, before he could retract the racket head, the tennis ball had already flown out.
If the racket-retracting action is incomplete, there is no way to bring the straight line back into bounds.
The principle is that simple.
Regret, regret, depression, frustration and anger.
Istomin could no longer control himself and let out a roar.
Along with the sound, the tennis ball went out of bounds, and not just a little bit, but a whole forearm's distance out of bounds, even closer to the doubles sideline.
"40:30".
Gao Wen, got the game point——
The whole audience was in an uproar!
In this point, Istomin was aggressive and played very vigorously from the moment he received the serve, and he firmly took the initiative. However, Gao Wen not only formed a head-on confrontation, but also found a gap, broke the balance and seized the game point.
Tong Kexin was amazed as an outsider watched the fun. "Gao Wen used his ability to create pressure by following the ball to the net, forcing Istomin to make a mistake and win a point."
Experts see the doorway, and Xu Yang grasps the key. "Gao Wen's tactical layout is becoming more and more smooth. It can be seen that he has adapted a lot."
On the other side, Istomin was a little irritated, but his fighting spirit was still burning.
Here, Gao Wen stood firmly on his feet, fully alert, ready to continue serving.
District 2.
Gao Wen tried to sneak attack the inside corner, but this time his shot went into the net and failed.
The anxiety and tension at the critical moment were evident. In the previous point, his serve was hit back head-on by Istomin. Gao Wen also felt the pressure. In this point, he hoped to increase the power of his first serve, but he pressed too hard and the serve went into the net. The back-and-forth contest was filled with invisible swordplay.
Second serve.
Close.
Istomin is now like a fighting fish. He will attack fiercely at any disturbance. He is a little blind and a little paranoid but should not be underestimated. He is trying to regain his full firepower and break the balance again.
Therefore, choosing to get close in the second serve is a limitation.
However, Istomin still found a way. He leaned his upper body backward, hit the skateboard with his forehand, and attacked relentlessly.
The power is not great.
Speed, average.
But the advantage lies in the tight connection and suddenness. A small diagonal shot went towards the small triangle area at the bottom line of Gao Wen's left serving area. The angle was directly torn apart after landing, and the hot feeling of the hand was amazing.
Gao Wen, indeed, was somewhat embarrassed—
His steps stumbled, his center of gravity lurched, and he barely got into position, only to find that the bounce was too low. He had already fully bent his knees to lower his center of gravity, but it was still not enough.
Istomin used some cleverness, so after landing he had no power and his rebound height was limited; plus, the landing point was shallow, so Gawain did not have enough time to step up, and by the time the tennis ball reached the baseline, it was still dropping in height, almost to the calf level.
If it were any slower, it would have landed in two jumps.
Gao Wen had no space to hit the ball and could only cut it back with both hands.
For the second consecutive point, Istomin showed top-notch serve receiving touch, breaking Gao Wen's serve advantage and even creating opportunities for himself.
Istomin followed up in a timely manner, his footsteps had already reached the baseline, and he kept taking small steps to adjust, preparing to launch a continuous attack.
Sideways forehand.
Istomin seldom uses sideways moves, because his backhand is solid enough and he lacks explosive power, so the effect of sideways moves is very limited.
However, at this time, Istomin chose to move sideways. It was more of a momentum than a tactic. He needed to show his aggressive offensive, confront the opponent on a psychological level, and then reverse the passive situation.
Land, bounce, hit.
Istomin's attack was smooth and coherent. Although he lacked explosive power, the connection between the shots was tight and smooth, which was pleasing to the eye.
The tennis ball flew along the reverse diagonal line like lightning, aiming at the backhand.
Just as Gawain finished adjusting his steps, the tennis ball rushed over again. If Istomin chose to go in a straight line, he might not be able to catch up; but this was also a foreshadowing of his previous cut. By controlling the landing point through side spin and back spin, he created a difficult effect that was difficult to control after the ball bounced off the ground.
Hitting the ball in the direction of the body's stretch can be smooth. That is to say, if Istomin chooses to hit the ball with his backhand, it will be Gawain's forehand straight line; if he chooses to hit the ball sideways with his forehand, it will be Gawain's backhand diagonal line.
Prediction not only relies on experience, observation, and intuition, but also on traps, layouts, and calculations. This is the real charm of the game of tennis.
Pause, push off the ground, control.
Then, Gawain's two-handed backhand was already head-on.
Because he did not have enough space to hit the ball, Gao Wen did not rush to counterattack. Instead, he used the force of the opponent's backhand to complete the shot.
The key is to control the landing point.
Oblique lines, shallow areas, small angles.
Simply put, it is to aim at the wide outside corner when returning the ball in the same way as serving.
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There is no need to exert any strength, and the main focus is on control. Gawain's shots seem to be understated, and there is absolutely no effort at all, and the tennis ball has already flown back.
It went from backhand to backhand, but it was completely different from the strong forehand fight in the previous point.
Istomin was immediately in an awkward situation.
When he saw his sideways forehand directly hit Gao Wen's hand, he realized that something was wrong. As expected, people should not choose things they are not familiar with. He reflexively guarded against the forehand position, which was a big gap.
The center of gravity shifts toward the forehand at the first moment.
However, before he could start, the tennis ball flew back.
The result was that Gao Wen's ball was on the backhand, and his stance was also on the backhand, but because his center of gravity was shifted, his hitting position was very awkward.
The pace was a little messy, but it was finally adjusted into place.
He hastily hit back with both hands.
The diagonal line is not a diagonal line; the straight line is not a straight line either. The control is obviously loose, and the final return line is ambiguous. It falls in the left area near the backhand in the center of the court on Gao Wen's side, but there is no angle at all. It is equivalent to a transition ball with an unknown purpose, which is very embarrassing.
Damn! Istomin had no time to curse. After hitting the ball, he realized that something was wrong and immediately ran towards the right side of the forehand space.
Tap! Tap, tap, tap! Push off the ground, run, sprint.
This time, Istomin's judgment was correct and Gawain chose the straight line.
but--
It's too late.
On that side of the court, Gao Wen had a solid lower body and a steady center of gravity. He adjusted his continuous small steps just right, completely getting rid of the predicament and taking full control of the initiative.
With his knees bent and the racket fully drawn, he aimed his eyes sharply at the blind corner of the straight line. The entire stroke was clean and neat, with a decisive move and a sharp impact.
A collision, a blow.
The crisp and clear sound of the ball hitting the ground created ripples.
The tennis ball penetrated into the blind spot of the big triangle at the bottom line of Istomin's forehand position with great force, so precise and clear that one could clearly see the white ash splashing.
Within the boundaries!
Istomin sprinted with all his strength, but ultimately failed to catch up.
Game point, fulfillment.
"5:3".
Ah! Gawain, free again.
Ah! As he shouted, a smile crept onto the corners of his mouth, and he finally launched a smooth counterattack and attack. This was the familiar Gawain, the familiar formula and the familiar taste.