Huh!
The whole audience exclaimed in amazement, because Gawain's backhand straight shot hit the ball again, and the sound of the solid, steady, hard and sharp shot exploded on the eardrums.
In the head-on collision, Gawain once again demonstrated his ability as a top master, and even in the stalemate he still created opportunities to turn the situation around.
Wow! The crowd was amazed because of Zverev's powerful running and movement. He was able to teleport from one side of the court to the other even after entering an anaerobic state after more than 60 seconds of competition. The energy he released in an extremely passive situation pushed the competition intensity to a new height.
In fact, the audience couldn't really count how many shots were in this round, but they could feel the length and torment of the confrontation at the scene. Even the sound of burning lungs was clear. Seeing Zverev's movements up close at this time doubled the shock.
...Huh!
For the third time in a row! But this time, the exclamation was cut off just as it came out of his mouth. The whole Arthur Ashe Stadium was silent, dumbfounded.
Because Zverev was unbalanced and running at high speed, he only relied on the whipping of his forehand to hit a straight line in an incredible way.
The long sword is unsheathed.
Across the field.
Straight mustard yellow light and shadows penetrated the entire court. The power and speed that erupted from the extremely passive situation strangled the throats of the audience.
It was so beautiful, so beautiful that my brain went blank for a moment.
So, is this what Zverev is capable of with his baseline shots?
Especially in such a long confrontation, such a strong collision, and such a passive situation, the batting is still of such high quality, which is really admirable.
The tennis ball turned into a flash of lightning and flew back to the bottom line triangle of Gawain's backhand. Its flight trajectory could hardly be captured by the naked eye. Even if it was just a blink of an eye, it might never be seen again. In the blink of an eye, the tennis ball appeared in front of Gawain, creating a wave of heat.
The night is just right.
The wind was howling and the air was freezing. Even wearing a coat couldn't protect me from the cold.
However, Gawain on the court was like a knight in black armor, steam rising from his body, his eyes determined, and he did not waver at all even when he was passive.
He stopped and turned suddenly, and with one step, his body changed direction and pulled to the left again.
Zverev's choice this time really broke Gawain's expectations.
But Gao Wen was as solid as a rock and never wavered. He returned to his position smoothly with one step. His steps were still a little lacking, but there was no room for adjustment. After all, the pressure brought by the thirty-six-beat round accumulated layer by layer, and the burst of lactic acid made it increasingly difficult to control his body.
then.
Without your feet in the right position, push off the ground, lean forward, and swing the racket.
All in one go.
Gao Wen simply threw his body out, with all his body weight superimposed on the swing action. It was all done with just one turn, and the rest was controlled by his arms, from the upper arm to the forearm to the wrist. There was no pause in the entire swing action, and the fluidity was not affected at all.
Snap, crack the whip.
Bang, exert force.
With a single-legged stance, the body is already completely flying, and the backhand movement is completed with a small swing of the racket within a limited space.
The whole audience stared with eyes wide open, not daring to blink, for fear of missing any tiny details.
Wow, wow, wow…
The air waves were rolling, and the flight trajectory of the tennis ball was like surfing, flying diagonally across the entire court.
On the other side of the net, Zverev was running, running as fast as he could. After a sudden stop and turn, his second start was very fast. In a blink of an eye, he had rushed through the midfield, leaving only a trail of afterimage floating over the blue court.
However.
It’s not enough. It’s still not enough.
Because Gawain's backhand diagonal "inside-out" was so tricky and accurate, he was able to create an angle even in a completely passive situation, and accurately found a landing point in the deep triangle area of Zverev's backhand baseline to complete the shot.
Just as if it were measured with a protractor and a ruler.
Special skill, unsheathed——
For the first time in this game, Gao Wen aimed at the corners and truly demonstrated his grasp of the timing of changing lines and control of the ultimate landing point.
In other words, until now, what people have seen is Gao Wen in full form.
In the first game after returning from injury, Gao Wen tried his hand at the game, slowly, slowly regained his form, and improved in time at the critical moment.
Thirty-eight beats. After thirty-eight beats, Gao Wen completed a shot, as graceful as a startled swan, stunning the whole audience.
Impeccable.
The tennis ball flew out directly after landing. Even if Zverev was faster, it would still not be enough, far from enough.
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In the end, all he could do was watch the tennis ball hit the billboard at the baseline, making a dull sound.
Boom! There was a roar above the eardrum.
Almost at the same time, Arthur Ashe Stadium exploded.
"30:30".
Perhaps, this was not a crucial point, not a break point or a set point, but in this round, the two players finally showed their best form and jointly contributed the best and most exciting point since the start of the game.
In a fierce confrontation, Gao Wen had the last laugh, shocking the whole audience with a backhand winning point.
Wow! Ah! Wow! Surprise, praise, exclamation, sighs one after another.
There was applause, whistles, and cheers.
Arthur Ashe Stadium blooms proudly under the night sky, bursting with brilliant colors, majestically enveloping the two players on the court.
Gawain clenched his fists, without cheering or roaring, but stared resolutely at the other side of the court. He was panting, but his eyes did not fluctuate at all. Dressed in black, he looked like a messenger from hell, with a strong and powerful energy spreading all over the place.
Zverev supported his knees with his hands, breathing heavily, sweat continuously dripping down. No one could see his expression clearly, but he did not stand up straight for a long time, not only because of the exhaustion, but also because of the intense exhaustion that finally caused him to lose the point.
In this point, both players gave their all, with offense and defense transitions throughout the entire process. Everyone had chances, but in the end it all depended on who could seize the opportunity.
The youthful collision of "tough VS tough" finally satisfied the expectations of the fans and spectators. This was the duel they longed for, and this was what they expected of the night show.
There is no doubt that this is a very, very important point.
Professionals can see that something has subtly changed not only from the score, but also from the momentum, situation, and opportunities.
After holding two consecutive service games to adapt to the venue and the match, Zverev was about to launch an attack, but he failed and was broken instead, and his morale hit a wall. After a brief adjustment, Zverev was looking forward to regaining the initiative in his service game, regaining his footing, and waiting for an opportunity to counterattack.
Anyway, the first set isn’t over yet.
However, Gawain sensed an opportunity. He had originally prepared for this game without any need to improve his condition completely. His returns in the first two points were a bit risky. If he hadn't succeeded, he would have failed. But Zverev made a mistake, and Gawain seized the opportunity and the situation changed again.
Zverev's mentality is starting to fluctuate again.