Competitive sports are changing rapidly——
Sometimes, opportunities are created by ourselves; sometimes, opportunities are left by opponents.
The key point is, when opportunities arise, when flaws and loopholes appear, can the players seize them and break the balance of confrontation?
In this regard, Gao Wen is undoubtedly a giant. Even when facing the Big Four on the Grand Slam stage, he is not at all inferior.
At this time, Gao Wen once again demonstrated his wisdom and maturity, improving his concentration at the right time, holding on to the game firmly and taking decisive shots.
This point was not only the most exciting and best point since the start of the game, but also the real turning point of the first set.
Ordinary fans may think that the turning point was when Koeman led at 0:40 and broke Zverev's serve in his last service game; but professionals can find out through careful observation that the point of 30:15 in this game was the key, and Koeman won the final victory.
Then——
"30:40", Zverev's forehand went out of bounds, again and again. Moreover, Zverev tried to make a Hawkeye challenge, but then the referee reminded him and he remembered that he no longer had the opportunity for a Hawkeye challenge. This made Zverev very depressed and he muttered to himself.
Then, Gao Wen relied on continuous forehand attacks, went to the net very suddenly and unexpectedly, and completely broke the balance of the confrontation with the help of net volleys. He easily won the winning point with one shot, broke Zverev's serve again, expanded the score advantage, and laid the foundation for victory.
The entire confrontation situation was completely overturned.
and……
No one, whether it was Zverev or the audience, understood what was going on. Why did the situation suddenly take a turn for the worse? What happened? From leading 2:1 to trailing 2:5, losing four games in a row, the whole brain was dizzy and it was like drinking fake wine. I opened my eyes and closed them again. When I opened my eyes again, it was already Gawain's serve to win the set. It was really hard to keep up with the progress of the game.
To make matters worse, Zverev had no time to collect his thoughts and calm his emotions, and after just ninety seconds, the break between sets was over.
Confusedly, Zverev had to step onto the court again with a confused head.
The rock-concert-like cheers and shouts at Arthur Ashe Stadium, the constant winds that raged at night, and the cold air that enveloped the skin didn't help either.
Zverev thought he had adapted to the court and the environment, but after really getting into the game, he realized that the Grand Slams are different after all. Even the Big Four were extremely cautious and focused in the first two rounds of the Grand Slams, let alone the newcomers who had no experience? "40:0".
No one knows what happened, but Gao Wen had already got three consecutive set points in his serve-winning game.
Moreover, he easily cashed in the first ace of the first set without any bloodshed.
“6:2”.
The first set of the game took a total of thirty-five minutes.
The first three games took nearly twenty minutes, while the last four games were over in a flash.
When returning to the players' rest area, Zverev's steps were a little unsteady, and his mind was still in a mess even after he sat down.
Snap——
In the end, Zverev couldn't control himself and threw his racket down as he sat down. But that was not enough to vent his anger, so he stood up again, gripped the racket tightly and smashed it to the ground.
Bang.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.
He hit the racket six times, until the entire racket was shattered and twisted into a modern work of art, with the carbon fiber fragments scattered like flowers from the sky. Only then did Zverev finally regain some of his sanity, sit down again breathlessly, and slowly calm down.
Violent and bloody enough.
Boo! There were boos from Arthur Ashe Stadium again, complaining about Zverev's childish behavior of not being able to accept defeat.
At this time, Zverev had no time to pay attention to the audience. He had a worse nightmare to face.
Highest consumption.
"6:2", and again and again "6:2".
Actually!
So far, the three meetings between Gawain and Zverev have shown the scores as “6:0”, “6:2”, “6:2”, “6:0”, and “6:2”.
It was ugly, very, very ugly. Those nightmares became clear again, strangling Zverev's heart.
He couldn't figure out and couldn't see clearly what was going on in this game. From the opening to the state to the confrontation, everything was different from the past two encounters. He also firmly believed that this was a brand new game. He didn't need and should not be troubled by the nightmares of the past. His attention should be focused on the present.
However! But! What is the result?
Grass.
Zverev cursed and then couldn't hold back.
Grass grass grass grass.
He thought he had the situation under control and breaking the maximum consumption was not a problem at all, but what about now?
The ridicule, the sarcasm, the contempt began to buzz in my brain again, almost exploding.
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Zverev reminded himself that he needed to stay calm and focus, and if he didn't want the nightmare to happen again, he had to think of a solution.
So, he had no time to argue with the audience. His brain started working quickly, reviewing the first set and trying to find the crux of the problem.
Unfortunately, this is not an easy task -
Those who are involved are often confused, while those who are not involved can see clearly.
At the same time, competition experience also plays an important role. The more experience you have, the easier it is to find the crux of the problem. Otherwise, it may take some time to get a glimpse of the overall situation.
To make matters worse, the break between sets didn't help either. It seemed like he had just sat down one second and the referee announced that the game would continue the next.
My mind was still a mess, with thousands of thoughts all tangled together, and I didn't know what I was thinking about. I hurriedly stepped onto the court. The only thing I could be aware of was the nightmare of "highest consumption", floating high above my head in bold capital letters.
It's a vicious cycle. The more nervous you are, the more likely you are to make mistakes, and the more mistakes you make, the more nervous you become. The fear of "maximum consumption" grips your heart so tightly that you want to exert force, speed up, and put pressure on. But the more you want to do this, the more you can't control your hitting.
As a result, more and more mistakes occurred.
Essentially, the second set is different from the first set.
The mistakes in the first set were caused by excessive excitement.
The mistakes in the second set came from excessive tension, which caused the player's concentration to collapse, resulting in a sharp drop in the accuracy of his shots.
Of course, fluctuations in physical energy also play an important role.
If the players can stay sober and calm, think seriously, the reasons behind the same mistakes are different, and they can calm down and adjust their tactics and state, then it is not impossible to turn the situation of the game around.
Of course, it also depends on the opponent's adjustments.
But if the players are caught up in irritability and anxiety, the situation will only get worse, and that dark abyss will be a bottomless black hole.
Zverev, that's it.
——“0:4”.
The continuous losing streak could not be stopped, and the army was completely routed, with all weapons and armor thrown away.
Maybe… that’s the way the game is?