Chapter 1618: Suffocating Moment

"Papa! Dimi!"

"Pah! Dimi!"

Court No. 1 was crazy, they were completely crazy.

Dimitrov, fighting—

In the second set, he was broken first, but he found a way to break back and kept the score close all the way until the tiebreak.

In the tie-break, he was the first to suffer a mini break, but he still gritted his teeth and improved his condition to break back, bringing the game back to the same starting line.

Tough, focused, and never-ending fighting; most importantly, the smooth attack is so beautiful to watch, perfectly interpreting the essence of grass tennis.

Who could say no? No one.

Including Plan.

In fact, Plan was almost suffocated. The tension and excitement of the tie-break was simply hell. If she were at home, she would have hidden in the kitchen long ago; but now at the scene, she obviously had no way to leave her seat.

then--

Plan had to hold his breath, cover his eyes with both hands, and look secretly through his fingers. The hot blood continued to rush to his heart, so that his heart was almost about to explode, and his whole brain was in chaos.

I prayed silently that Gao Wen could win the tiebreaker.

Watching Dimitrov's chic and smooth attack, he couldn't help but fall into a vortex of anxiety, but even so, Plan had to admit that Dimitrov's performance was indeed outstanding and deserved applause and cheers.

If Gao Wen wants to win the tiebreaker, he will have to perform better.

--"ah!"

Dimitrov called out, and with a forehand attack after serving, he won another point, while also saving the set point, and the tiebreak continued.

"6:6".

Following the game score, the tie-break score also reached a stalemate, with two sets of six-six numbers side by side, clearly showing the entanglement of the game. The two players had to exchange venues for the second time, and the stalemate in the second set continued.

Tight, absolutely tight! Both players played at their best, but there was still no sign of a winning trend in the second set. Every point from now on would be crucial, and it would depend on who had a stronger heart and could gain the upper hand in the confrontation between life and death.

ACE!

Dimitrov clenched his fist again and scored points in the simplest and most efficient way at the critical moment; moreover, this was a tiebreak, which was definitely worth a fortune.

It was clear from his body language and eye expressions that Dimitrov was focused and determined, and he was doing his best to win.

Not just because this is Wimbledon, not just because he has the points in the semi-finals to defend and needs to prove himself again, but also because the player standing on the other side of the net is Gawain.

Precisely because he was his good friend, and precisely because Gao Wen had given him great help in the past few months, he needed to go all out.

This is the highest respect from friends, opponents and even more so from competitive sports. It is a fair and upright victory or defeat, a burning soul and stirring sparks. Amid the interweaving and collision of various reasons, Dimitrov also found his best form and injected his full energy into the game.

Faith shines deep in the pupils.

"7:6", that ACE brought Dimitrov a set point, but the next two points were from Gao Wen's serve, and the balance was still not broken.

When the tie-break comes to that moment, every shot and every move can have a huge impact, and incredible pressure spreads on the court.

"7:7"! In the inner corner of the second zone, although no ace was formed, Dimitrov's center of gravity was destroyed, causing the return ball to be shallow. Gao Wen entered the court and found the bottom line triangle with a forehand backslash to score directly. The clean and tidy attack withstood the pressure and saved the game. The stalemate between the two sides continued.

Just like in the first set, both players had brilliant performances to save the set points. When the game was deadlocked to the end, everything depended on their performance on the key points.

Then, Dimitrov struck—

In the head-on confrontation of "forehand vs. forehand", Dimitrov finally used his forehand to lift the sideline when being squeezed, and passively hit a straight line; but it incredibly pressed deep into the baseline, forcing Gao Wen's backhand shot in a high-speed moving state to not be lifted enough and go directly into the net.

This shot was considered a lucky shot.

Because Dimitrov's return ball seemed to be out of bounds, Gao Wen did not hear the linesman's call, and he chose the Hawkeye challenge first, and then looked at the linesman.

Faced with Gao Wen's confused expression, the linesman looked very determined and signaled that the ball was in bounds.

The entire audience held their breath, stared, and kept making noises while waiting for the Hawkeye replay system on site, including Gawain and Dimitrov.

Amid the anticipation, the Hawkeye replay finally appeared on the big screen.

A strand of hair.

Even the Hawk-Eye system had to zoom in, zoom in, and zoom in again, and finally could see that the tennis ball and the sideline just brushed against each other by a hair.

Huh! There was a cry of surprise.

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The audience simply couldn't believe their eyes. Such a slight scratch on the boundary was purely a matter of luck and it was impossible to judge with the naked eye.

Across the court, Dimitrov's chin drooped slightly, and he quickly raised his hands in a surrender gesture to apologize to Gawain.

Just like the edge of a table tennis ball, this kind of shot is purely luck/accidental. Players often apologize to each other, even though it is not a rule of the game, but it is a kind of sports etiquette. Moreover, they are good friends. Dimitrov did not hide his surprise at all.

The corner of Gawain's mouth curled up slightly with a helpless smile, but when he looked at Dimitrov, he used his right index and middle fingers to make a tear-like motion. The pitiful expression made Dimitrov unable to hold back his laughter and he burst out laughing. The atmosphere was very relaxed.

It would be a lie to say that I have no regrets. After all, it is really frustrating to encounter a mini break again in such a way and lose the set point.

However, Gao Wen stayed focused, because he knew that this was competitive sports, and whether the players liked it or not, luck was an integral part of the game. What they should and could do was to continue to focus on the game, put that point behind them, and devote themselves to the next point.

"8:7".

For the second time in a row, Dimitrov got the set point; and, this time, it was different, the next two points were both Dimitrov's serve points.

The initiative lies with Dimitrov.

Court No. 1, after a brief moment of astonishment and laughter, became quiet again, and all eyes were focused on the two players.

Second zone, outside corner? The careful commentator can remember immediately that in the first set, on Dimitrov's first set point, he chose the outside corner for his second serve, but was caught by Gao Wen who had predicted in advance. He hit a backhand straight line and successfully broke through Dimitrov who was blocking the net and formed an ace in the return serve.

That point was brilliant; this point seemed familiar.

So, what about this time?

How should Dimitrov choose his tactics?

The tension and anxiety were rising little by little, and in a blink of an eye they were close to boiling point.

In every minute and every second after "6:6", everything was boiling, burning and exploding; however, there was no chaos or distraction in the entire Stadium No. 1. All the spectators were highly focused, immersed in it with excitement and enthusiasm, and surging along with the ups and downs of the game.

Involuntarily, I held my breath.

(End of this chapter)