Chapter 1742 Chain Effect
So, what to do?
Jilong now has many questions in his mind. Based on his limited experience in the challenge competition, this is a dead end and there is no way out.
Is the Gawain in front of me still the familiar Gawain?
The unshakable belief since the first set and the gradually growing confidence since the second set just hit the wall head-on, and there was a bit of confusion in my eyes.
Giron has done his best within his familiar capabilities, but the ways and means that have allowed him to score frequently before are no longer effective, and self-doubt is bound to take root; so, should he change his tactics? And how should he change it?
Take another deep, deep breath.
Now, this game is still going on. There is no time to think about it. The only thing Jilong can do is to continue according to his own tactics.
Otherwise, Jilong, pick yourself up, keep fighting, keep burning.
Next point.
"Forehand VS Forehand".
In the back and forth collision and competition, Jilong and Gao Wen both stood in the forehand position and started a head-on confrontation, like Mars hitting the Earth.
It was very surprising that in this round, Gao Wen changed the rhythm again. He did not change the rhythm by changing the depth of the landing points like in the previous round. Instead, he was like Jilong, hitting fast and using the opponent's force to hit back, and started a fair duel without retreating or changing.
Jilong was concentrating and clapping his hands secretly. This was exactly what he wanted.
One round.
Two rounds.
Three rounds.
The two players were both restraining and colliding with each other, their feet constantly pulling back and forth, paying attention to backup defense at all times, and guarding against the opponent suddenly changing line to attack in a straight line.
However…it didn’t.
It's still a diagonal line, it's still a forehand, so the footsteps return to the forehand position again and again, and the force is gradually released during the pulling.
A pure head-on confrontation between power and speed. Then, Gawain once again changed the balance of the confrontation by changing his batting technique.
Although Jilong is not good at strength, don't forget that Gawain is not the type with extraordinary strength. It is not possible for Gawain to completely destroy his opponent by relying solely on strength. Therefore, the changes in skills in the collision between the two strong forces are still Gawain's means to break the deadlock.
Look at Jilong, he maintains a balance between strength and speed, and it seems that the stalemate can last forever. He is unwilling and does not want to break the deadlock.
So, Gawain took action.
Forehand, still a forehand, the fourth consecutive forehand, but this time, the arc of the shot was slightly raised, aiming to hit the deep end of the baseline.
There is no obvious change in speed and power; the rotation and landing point are slightly deeper.
That's all.
But it was just this slight change that changed the arc and force of the tennis ball rushing towards Jilong after it hit the ground and bounced off, causing Jilong's position to be slightly squeezed, and the parabola of the forehand return also rose up, mainly because the closing speed of the swing could not keep up.
The deviation is not much, just a little bit, but from Gaowen to Jilong, a little bit plus a little bit will tear a gap.
Gao Wen, take action.
He took a step forward, his foot stepped on the baseline, still forehand, still diagonal, and hit the ball with a sweeping skateboard, and the angle was directly torn apart.
——Aiming at Jilong’s forehand sideline, the landing point was a little shallower than just now, a standard “inside-out” diagonal line, across the entire court.
Pop.
For the fifth consecutive round, it was still “forehand vs. forehand”.
Jilong paused slightly, revealing a little hesitation. The change in rhythm, which could not be seen but could be felt, disrupted his center of gravity and footsteps.
Well.
Jilong groaned. Although his feet were still in the forehand position, he pulled out immediately and extended his right hand, trying to touch the ball. However, he felt inexplicably that his feet were a little staggering and awkward. Gravity was dragging his center of gravity, and his movement speed could not be increased. The whole movement was a little chaotic.
ah.
Jilong roared from deep within his dantian and tried to move his feet, but...
Can't keep up.
I can't keep up at all.
Jilong was unable to complete the touch of the ball and just watched the tennis ball break through and rush out from about half a meter in front of his racket.
"40:0".
Huff, huff, huff, huff.
Jilong was panting heavily.
He didn't understand. It was the same strong forehand confrontation, why he couldn't keep up with the last shot, and broke through and scored the winning point right in front of him.
He doesn't understand.
I can vaguely sense changes in details, but I can't tell why.
So, is this real professional tennis? It is completely different from the NCAA and the Challenge Tournament. It is still the tennis that I am familiar with, but it presents a completely unfamiliar appearance.
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What should I do? What should I do? Jilong was a little panicked.
Before I could catch my breath——
ACE.
Gao Wen delivered his second consecutive "love game" cleanly and efficiently and held his serve strongly.
The score of the game is “3:2”.
At this point, not to mention the commentator, even the audience on site could clearly realize the change in the situation.
In the past few minutes, Gao Wen has scored twelve points in a row, winning three games in a row with great ease, and completely turning the situation in the second set around.
The question is, did Jilong play badly? Did Jilong slip? Did Jilong make a lot of mistakes?
No.
Jilong is still the same Jilong, so how did Gao Wen do it? All of this is really amazing.
The rustling sound surged on the court, while Jilong stood there, looking down at his racket, his face full of question marks, at a loss.
The strange feeling that had been quietly sprouting five minutes ago could no longer be controlled and exploded completely.
Jilong didn't understand what was happening, so he naturally didn't know how to change.
He had clearly tried his best without reservation and performed at his highest level. Without a doubt, this was his best performance in the past year. He believed that this was his current highest level and all the capital he had to compete in the ATP competition.
result?
What lay before my eyes was an abyss, as if the stalemate in the first set and the lead in the second set were all just a mirage that vanished in a gust of wind, exposing the desert nature. Looking up, I was at a loss.
Jilong firmly grasped a belief, trying to calm himself down, and constantly convinced himself to continue to focus on the game, but...
It's not easy.
After all, this was his first time winning an ATP-level main draw, and his first time facing a top-10 player in the world at the ATP level. Just a week ago, he was struggling in the Challenger Tournament, but now he is facing a completely new situation, and the doubts deep in his heart have arisen again.
Thoughts are a little confused.
Question marks, one after another, almost overflowing.
During the short break, there was no time to catch my breath or adjust myself, my busy thoughts were still entangled and exploding in my brain, and then I had to go on stage again.
Jilong closed his eyes, muttered to himself, and kept telling himself to focus on himself first, at least to hold his serve first, there was no need to panic. No matter what, the second set was still evenly matched. As long as he could avoid being broken again and falling into a passive position, then after enduring this period of time, there should be a turnaround.
...right? (End of this chapter)