Chapter 1758: Instant Strength
Run, sprint, run wildly——
On both sides of the net, Gawain and Tsonga were like high-speed trains colliding head-on. The superposition of speed shortened the distance between the two people at the speed of light, and the howling wind swept in with great force.
Huh! The whole audience was suddenly stopped breathing, and even their heartbeats were paused, hanging high in their throats, temporarily cutting off the flow of time.
From the incredible way Gawain received the serve to the sparks from the two players' subsequent reactions, unexpected things happened one after another, hitting them head-on.
Seeing stars, feeling dizzy and dazed.
In just a moment, it can be noticed that Tsonga's movements are a little heavy and clumsy, while Gawain's movements are light and agile. Although Tsonga started a little faster, Gawain arrived first, and his tall and strong body formed a nut wall in front of the net.
Tsonga's mind tensed slightly, and he reached out with the racket in his forehand hand, trying to make a fake move with his wrist to shake Gawain, but he noticed in a flash that Gawain was not moved at all, and there was little time and space left for Tsonga to hit the ball, so he had to make a move.
One pick, one push.
Tsonga was still typical straightforward, without any fancy moves or techniques. He opened the racket and pushed hard towards the gap in Gawain's backhand.
Strength, instant.
In the crisis situation, Tsonga did not forget that this was a competitive game. Although he did not want to poke Gawain's soft spot, he had to do so.
Therefore, Tsonga chose to break through from the backhand position where Gawain had lost his attacking power.
Then.
Gawain's figure appeared.
Obviously, Gao Wen's attention was also on protecting his backhand position. He moved his feet very quickly and rushed forward with a big step. He held the racket in both hands and did not choose any techniques. Instead, he rushed forward directly like a fan.
Kill.
In an instant, power burst out, arms straightened, and the shot was blocked.
Bang! There was a crisp sound, like a metal baseball bat hitting a baseball accurately to create a home run.
Clang.
The tennis ball turned into a streak of light and slipped out from under Tsonga's forehand arm.
Landed.
Rebound.
Explosion.
Volley at the net, score -
Belongs to Gawain.
"30:40".
Match point.
Match point has arrived.
"ah!"
Sampras himself was not aware that the trembling sensation was rising from the soles of his feet all the way up to the top of his head. His entire scalp was numb and it seemed that his soul was trembling along with it. Before his brain could react, his hands had already been clenched into fists and he stood up suddenly, roaring like a lion with passion bursting out.
Boom! The whole place was in an uproar.
"God, oh, God!"
"Match point has arrived."
“Incredible, unbelievable, and wonderful.”
"Jesus Christ!"
"Who would have thought that after all the injuries and accidents, and all the twists and turns, it would still be Gawain who got the match point first?"
"Gawain used his perseverance and tenacity to work hard in desperate situations, and with his patience, he finally found the right opportunity."
“It was the first time in the full 40 minutes that Gawain had taken the lead on Tsonga’s serve, and once he was ahead, he had a match point.”
"In this point just now, Gao Wen's inspiration, touch, intelligence, and timing of his power were all perfect."
"We always say that it is rare for young players to play great tennis when they are in their best form, but this is only the basics; real masters and real superstars should be able to play great tennis even when they are in a low state or even when they are injured during their long careers."
"Right now, Gawain is showing his maturity and wisdom."
“Wow.”
"God, wow."
“Match point!”
"Next, we need to see how Tsonga handles this point."
The stadium was boiling, like a volcano, completely boiling.
However, after calming down a little, a few viewers can find out that -
Gawain did not celebrate.
Gawain, who always finds the right way at the right moment to draw the momentum and aura of the game towards himself, did not celebrate this time.
He bent down slightly, covered his abdomen with his left hand, and gasped for breath. You could clearly see beads of sweat the size of beans dripping down.
Just now, for a moment, my abdominal muscles were stretched again. It didn't hurt, but my breathing was cut off.
He needed to catch his breath.
In fact, if possible, Gao Wen really doesn't want to expose his weaknesses in front of his opponent. He hopes to continue to stay firm and strong, and continuously put pressure on his opponent; but his body does not allow it. The physical and mental exhaustion will expose his weaknesses if he is not careful.
The lungs are burning, and even the oxygen that is breathed in is burning.
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Involuntarily, Gawain closed his eyes tightly, using all the energy of his mental will to control himself, then opened his eyes again and quickly clenched his fists to cover up his slightly trembling fingertips.
Stay steady.
Gao Wen secretly warned himself that he needed to stay calm, not be anxious or worried, take it step by step, and find ways to fight back within his ability.
Although it is not easy, he has gradually figured out some tricks.
"Next point".
What he needs to focus on is the next point, not the last point. Once the thought of "the last point" occupies his brain, his judgment and shooting may deviate, which is precisely the variable he least needs now.
So, stay calm.
"30:40".
Gao Wen stood up again, turned around and walked towards the baseline, the light in his eyes bursting out, and he became firm again.
District 2.
Tsonga was ready to serve and waited for Gawain to return to the baseline before he began to bounce the ball.
Forehand? Backhand? Gawain was calculating, and so was Tsonga. The tension in the air was palpable as the game between the two players spread.
The answer: close range.
Tsonga changed his serving tactics and did not pursue ACE. Instead, he used close-range forehand serve to create a distraction.
And, it worked.
Gawain's forehand was completely squeezed, and coupled with the strain on his abdominal muscles, his entire turning movement was obviously affected. Even with the force of the ball, he couldn't control it. The parabola of the return ball was out of control and rose slightly. It was obviously not suppressed, which directly gave Tsonga an attacking opportunity.
Tsonga didn't miss it. He adjusted his steps slightly and his forehand went straight to the target.
Use a heavy hammer.
Slash!
The ball hit the ground like a cannonball, crossing the entire court, further breaking through Gao Wen's forehand position, tearing apart his pace, and rushing forward with great force.
Gawain groaned.
He pushed off the ground with his feet, started moving instantly, and continued running sideways following the inertia of the movement. He barely got to the position, and tried to use the force of his forehand to push back.
But... it's not enough, far from enough.
At this time, the impact of the injury can be felt again. The forehand leverage force is obviously not wrapped enough, and the core strength of the body does not provide enough support, resulting in insufficient control of the wrist and arm.
The shot was headed in, but the quality of defense was far below expectations.
Tennis, unexpectedly, returned to Tsonga's position along the same route.
A sheep walks into the tiger's mouth.
This time, Tsonga did not miss it. He made room slightly and made a direct forehand kill. With one forehand backhand shot, the tennis ball went into the big triangle at the bottom line of Gao Wen's backhand position.
Fall to the ground and bloom.
Gawain, no chance at all.
(End of this chapter)