Chapter 1932: Enlightenment
Briefly, very briefly, both Gawain and Djokovic were stagnant——
Stalemate.
No one acted rashly, and no one attacked hastily.
The lightning-fast collision of momentum ended in a stalemate, with both players' hitting movements remaining in place, waiting for their opponents to make the first move.
Generally speaking, when both sides are standing at the baseline, it is often the defending side that must move first, because the court is spacious and there is more room for movement; but when both sides are standing in front of the net, it is often the attacking side that must move first, otherwise the hitting point will be missed and the difficulty of hitting the ball will increase sharply.
really!
Gawain took the first step.
Use both hands to hit back, strike in a straight line, and use the heavy hammer.
Crisp, tough and solid.
Bang! Judging from the sound of the ball hitting the ball, this shot was strong and heavy enough, and the tennis ball hit like a straight punch in a boxing match.
Whoosh! A shadow passed over the net and was about to break through, but a racket blocked the flying path of the tennis ball.
It's Djokovic.
One stride, a forehand, a stretch... the body is fully opened, and it soars into the air like a roc spreading its wings, seizing the advantage of the time difference in the gap, straightening the forearm, and strengthening the wrist, and the clanging impact is completely at the level of a baseball home run, and a tough pounce completes a block.
Snap——
The tennis ball hit the end of Djokovic's racket and rushed back like a heavy hammer.
Aim for Gawain.
Gao Wen did not retreat but moved forward. After hitting the backhand ball in the previous shot, he continued to move forward in small steps, getting as close to the net as possible to create as much pressure as possible.
My mind is clear.
There is no calculation, no game, no layout. The close combat in front of the net depends entirely on the first reaction and... intuition, which requires absolute calmness.
He took a step forward and caught Djokovic's movement at the first moment, and even continued to pounce before Djokovic touched the ball.
"High-speed forward VS high-speed flying".
Through the pupils, one could clearly see the shadow of the tennis ball continuing to expand in the field of vision, rushing towards him with great force like a hurricane.
...head-on car accident? Just as a collision was about to happen, Gao Wen moved his body slightly to the left, like a woman holding a lute and half covering her face, and held the racket in front of his body with his right hand.
First gear.
A stroke.
The most important thing is to keep your arms straight and control the racket face, that's all, use your body as a shield and the forward step as support.
It's all conditioned reflex.
Bang.
Everything happened just like that. Before he could blink, before he could exhale, before Djokovic could close his racket, Gawain had already hit the ball.
——Backslash.
The tennis ball fell into the entire gap of Djokovic's backhand like a meteor. The sea was wide enough for fish to leap, the sky was high enough for birds to fly, and it rotated and embraced the earth.
Whoosh, whoosh, the wind was howling, and the entire Arthur Ashe Stadium was thrown into the gap of time and space, slowing down ten times, a hundred times, and finally stopping.
Slowly, slowly, carefully, all eyes in the audience were focused on the tennis ball. Behind him, Gawain turned his body to the side to show the flexibility of his waist and abdomen. Next to him, Djokovic shifted his center of gravity and looked back at the moon, trying to find the trajectory of the tennis ball, but he was unable to start. He watched the tennis ball fly.
Hands rise. Knife falls.
It seemed that one could clearly see the vibrations from the spinning tennis ball creating ripples that spread across the entire stadium.
Within the boundaries.
Score.
Finish.
An incredible yet perfect period, unbelievable and incredible things are happening before your eyes, as if Atlantis has appeared, the magnificent and magnificent scene impacts the brain with overwhelming force, reason and calmness are defeated, and in an instant you throw away your weapons and weapons and fall into madness.
Thirty-eight beats!
A full thirty-eight beats!
It was not only long, but also tense; not only difficult, but also thrilling. The strong confrontation between the two sides burst out with 200% amazing energy, and finally ended in an incredible way. The passion and blood exploded, and the situation of the first set was completely overturned and the balance was broken.
Break, success——
Ah! Qiao Wangsheng is crazy.
Ah! The commentary booth went crazy! Ahhhh! Arthur Ashe Stadium went crazy.
Boom! Boom boom boom! Fans and spectators from all corners of the world were all connected through the live broadcast signal and went crazy together.
Right now. At this moment.
Any language is pale in comparison. There is no need to speak. Just see, hear, experience and feel. This is enough.
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Because this was an extremely exciting round, with a tug of war of thirty-eight shots, and it ended with a bloody close fight in front of the net.
Gao Wen won four consecutive games from falling behind 1:3 to leading 5:3, and took control of the situation in the first set with his unparalleled performance.
Moreover, Gao Wen's indisputable and flawless performance on break points in his opponent's two consecutive service games easily ignited the enthusiasm for competitive sports.
So magical, so wonderful, so dazzling, both players have burst out to the extreme, the burning feeling of anaerobic state makes the golden sunlight all over the sky turn into a sea of fire, all thoughts in the sight, ears and brain are burned out, leaving only a dazzling roar.
Everything is no longer important.
Ah! Qiao Wangsheng was burning. He finally understood what it was like to burn his life and soul. That kind of exhilarating and unbridled sense of reality was inexpressible and irreplaceable. He jumped, cheered, screamed, and roared.
The overwhelming roar and the passionate heartbeat surged in the Arthur Ashe Stadium. No other sounds were left. This was the charm of the scene.
On the court.
Djokovic was stunned and couldn't believe his eyes. He lost two consecutive service games, twice in a row, on a break point.
What is going on?
Moreover, even when Djokovic has fully improved his condition and fighting spirit, the bitterness of frustration is almost maddening.
When his anger exceeded the limit, Djokovic did not want to smash his racket or vent his anger. Instead, he just stared at Gawain with wide eyes, watching him quietly.
Deep in the pupils, flames were burning, and in a blink of an eye they had turned into an ocean.
Gawain, did not back down.
With dignity, full of confidence and a determined gaze, he faced Djokovic head-on, his eyes filled with the recklessness and publicity of youth, and the passion and enthusiasm of a warrior, and he launched a head-on collision without showing any weakness. Although there was no roar, the roar of the soul could still be heard.
Aim to achieve.
In an instant, even the noise of Arthur Ashe Stadium no longer mattered, the hot and thick heat slowly condensed, and the oxygen almost disappeared.
Suffocate. Stare.
——Confrontation.
This is the first time, even though Djokovic and Gavin have met many times, even though Djokovic and Gavin have competed in key events many times, even though the grudges between Djokovic and Gavin have been constantly refreshed, written and pushed to the extreme, but this is the first time.
Both players have entered a new dimension, showing a new side with absolute conviction.
It was not until this moment, when Djokovic lost two service games in a row, both on a break point, that he finally realized the crisis.
With a start, my mind became clearer than ever before, and I realized something very, very important:
Things are no longer the same. The breakthrough and transformation from quantitative change to qualitative change is happening before our eyes.
(End of this chapter)