Chapter 1959 Heart Paralysis
What about the tennis ball?
Everything happened so fast. In a split second, the tennis ball was almost blown up by the wall.
All sights and all minds were drawn into the confrontation between power and power. They held their breath, opened their eyes wide, and time was temporarily forgotten.
Millions of spectators even forgot that their hearts needed to beat and just stared blankly at the court, following the trajectory of Gawain's racket swing, looking for traces of the tennis ball.
Diagonal? Straight? Middle?
Over there.
Djokovic had lost his balance. After an abrupt stop and turn, he tried to start again, but his balance was unstable and he was wobbling and about to fall.
From the moment Djokovic first broke the balance, the situation had been overturned. It was no longer just a matter of planning. He had to rely on improvisation. Then, it was as if he had pressed the ten-fold speed button, fast forward, fast forward, full speed forward. Even the battle-hardened Djokovic was extremely tense, concentrating and concentrating, and his reaction speed increased by a whole level, but...
Still can't keep up.
This side.
Tennis finally appeared.
straight line.
Look back.
That mustard yellow inexplicably penetrated into the gap on Djokovic's backhand.
Although Djokovic realized Gawain's tactical intention at the first time, he did a split in the turbulence and stretched his body to the extreme, but...
The sea is wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky is high enough for birds to fly.
Djokovic was ultimately... a little slow. The tennis ball broke through Djokovic's racket blockade, continued to rush forward, and broke free from all restraints.
Then, a vast and boundless world unfolded before your eyes.
Open your arms.
Spread your wings and fly high.
Falling quickly.
A whole new world, beautiful and sparkling.
--"ah!"
It's Gawain.
After completing the shot, his knees went weak, his calves trembled, and he almost fell down. He squatted down, but his hands were clenched into fists.
Roar, release.
“Ahhhh!”
Strong, domineering, powerful, and dominating the world.
The lungs are burning, the muscles are burning, the heart is burning, the soul... is also burning, but that burning energy is released without reservation.
Gawain looked at Djokovic with bright and determined eyes, full of fighting spirit and aura, and then spread in Arthur Ashe with great momentum.
Boom! The entire audience, no one was exempt from this.
Cheering, screaming, roaring, shouting, jumping, celebrating, the rolling heat waves came down on their heads like a midsummer rainstorm.
The bayonets stabbed, the weapons fought hand to hand, neither gave an inch, a peak showdown - a true contest of swordsmen on Mount Huashan, and in the end Gawain won with his courage.
So, “7:6”.
Gao Wen completed another mini break and got his second match point; this time, the next point came from Gao Wen's own serve.
The situation was like a seesaw, and the advantage was on Gao Wen's side again.
"Bang! Fight!"
"Bang! Fight!"
The support for Gao Wen surged up again, sweeping the entire venue. Looking around, more than half of the audience could no longer sit still and stood up, watching the scene in front of them with surging emotions and boiling blood.
Waiting, witnessing, and feeling.
The heart is almost paralyzed.
This game, from leading to falling behind and then leading again, from saving match point to missing match point, from serving to win the game to exploding on the edge of the cliff, was full of ups and downs, twists and turns, all the turns, all the surprises, all the excitement, it was really exciting, and everyone fell into a state of hypoxia.
Not only the two players, but the entire audience also experienced a hearty battle, with the tension and excitement rising steadily and filling the entire stadium.
However, whether it is Gawain or Djokovic, the two players remain unmoved.
Match point?
So what?
Everything is still unknown.
District 2.
Gao Wen prepares to serve.
His brain, which was filled with heat waves, calmed down a little. Gawain adjusted his breathing, looked up at Djokovic, and got ready.
Still the same as usual.
One shot... and the net is dropped.
Huh.
There was a sigh in the Arthur Ashe Stadium, but then there was a "hush" sound, quieting the noise and avoiding disrupting Gawain's rhythm.
In the previous point, Gawain and Djokovic both fought too hard and entered an anaerobic state. They now needed some time to replenish oxygen and adjust. As the server, they needed to consume more energy, so Gawain's first serve from the outside corner went directly into the net and he had to face a second serve.
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……call.
Gao Wen let out a breath lightly, his mentality was calm and he was not too surprised.
Second serve.
Just now, the first serve was chosen at the outside corner of the second zone, and now the second serve is chosen... close to the backhand.
In fact, the outside corner is still the outside corner, but the second serve brings the angle back, trying to sneak attack Djokovic's backhand.
——It succeeded! But it was not a complete success.
Djokovic was indeed tricked. His feet were nailed to the spot and he was unable to adjust himself. However, his second reaction was very quick. He stretched out his upper body and used the strength of his arms and wrists to wrap the tennis ball and push it, causing it to rise in a parabola.
A bag.
In a hasty and urgent situation, Djokovic actually took a straight line and took advantage of the opportunity to break the prediction and interrupt Gawain's second attack.
Moreover, unintentionally, Djokovic was unable to exert enough force, and as a result, the return line of the ball was...short, creating the effect of a dropped ball.
First, a straight line.
Second, small ball.
Gawain had to adjust his footwork quickly. He was not passive because Djokovic's return speed was not fast, and his power and rotation control were also average. After the tennis ball bounced off the ground, it jumped high, leaving enough time for Gawain to move. The real problem lay in the subsequent layout.
In other words, how should Gao Wen return the ball and how should he plan for the next shot?
This was obviously an accident, and neither Gawain nor Djokovic had anticipated the effect of the shot, but in the blink of an eye, both players needed to improvise.
Tap tap.
Gawain moved forward along the diagonal line and reached the midfield with a few long strides. This return ball was indeed somewhat ambiguous.
The height of the hitting point is already low, below the position of the net, so Gao Wen has no way to attack from a high point; but if he casually transitions to one shot, there will be no way to connect to the next shot.
then.
Cutting.
Among all the weapons, Gao Wen chose the most unexpected one, a forehand slice with a backspin, flying along the diagonal line, rushing towards Djokovic's forehand.
Then, should he go to the net? Or retreat to the baseline? Gao Wen made small adjustments and returned to the baseline again. Because his cutting threat was limited, he would become a target once he went to the net. So Gao Wen made a quick decision and retreated quickly.
Djokovic noticed Gawain's retreating steps and immediately realized that he had no space to attack. He immediately made a diagonal forehand shot, aiming at the position of Gawain's steps and chasing him to attack like a tracking missile.
Gao Wen retreated while observing, and immediately saw through Djokovic's tactical intention, but he did not panic. While keeping retreating, he cut with his forehand for the second time, this time cutting a straight line.
Line, placement, backspin.
Gao Wen was controlling the tempo because an unexpected incident during the serve and receive phase disrupted the offensive plan, which now meant that Gao Wen had to rearrange his plan.
He was very patient and cleverly used cutting to slow down the pace, forcing Djokovic to speed up and push the burden of taking the lead.
So, is Djokovic willing to take the lead and lead the offense?
The answer is yes.
(End of this chapter)