"run!"
This was the only thought in Zhang Ze's mind right now. He had no time to think about any tactics or layout. He just ran as fast as he could.
With a will, fighting and burning.
"6:3", "2:6", "6:1", "4:6", "4:5".
On the scoreboard, Rosol is in front and Zhang Ze is behind.
The two players fought hard all the way to the deciding set, and it was difficult to tell who would win.
Actually... the situation is not good.
Basically, it should be a game where you finish your performance and then I take the stage. There is no confrontation or stalemate between the two sides. The states of the two sides are almost perfectly misplaced. You take one plate and I take another, and it is perfectly divided. In the end, it presents the effect of "sitting in a row and eating fruit", which is both hilarious and the game is exceptionally long.
Until the deciding set——
Rossol was in poor form, and Zhang Ze was also in poor form.
Rossol was physically overdrawn, and Zhang Ze was also physically overdrawn.
then.
The match turned into a war of attrition, relying purely on willpower and perseverance. The deciding set turned into a break point battle, which was more exciting than a roller coaster ride.
So far, nine games have been played in the deciding set, and seven of them were all breaks. You break a game and I break a game. The two players kept exchanging serve games in a friendly manner, and the score remained deadlocked, which demonstrated the perfect definition of "competition second, friendship first" in practice. The situation was completely stalemate.
No one was able to seize the opportunity to widen the gap and establish an advantage.
Even at the end of the game, there are still countless possibilities and no one can easily predict the outcome.
However, relying on the advantage of serving first in the deciding set, Zhang Ze had a small advantage, just like now -
The tenth game, Rossol's serve.
When a break point appears again in this game, it is the match point.
The atmosphere is naturally different.
All in all, Rosol has saved two match points and missed two game points. He is now facing the test of the third break point and match point.
However, Zhang Ze was also soft-hearted.
Back and forth.
Again, back and forth.
Both players had chances, but neither dared to take the first step.
On the one hand, there are physical constraints. On the one hand, they really do not have the strength to launch an attack, and the party that takes the initiative to attack often ends up in mistakes.
On the one hand, it is a psychological influence. The more critical the point, the more likely you are to be nervous, and it is easy for outrageous deviations to occur when shooting.
Be it Rossol or Zhang Ze, they did try to take the initiative to attack and win points, but in the deciding set, the success rate was too low.
Often ends in mistakes.
Under tremendous pressure and extreme exhaustion, both of them were restrained, and the tug-of-war dragged on and became stalemate.
It was suffocatingly tight.
To be honest, Zhang Ze has no idea now——
My brain is blank.
In the intense state of continuous running and fighting, I entered an anaerobic state. I had no time and was unable to think. I could only rely purely on instinct to hit the ball.
Like a machine.
So, what should I do? What else can I do? At this moment, there is only one thought in my mind: persist.
Zhang Ze watched the Australian Open final, and not only that, he also watched all of Gao Wen's matches, including the two epic semi-finals of the French Open and Wimbledon.
Regardless of advantages or disadvantages, regardless of victory or defeat, these games have one thing in common, that is, high morale.
Gao Wen is always striving, always fighting, always burning, persisting until the last moment, before the match point is realized, always high-spirited, always enthusiastic, always focused, every shot, every run, every attack and defense is a battle, he sacrifices his life and blood, giving everything without reservation.
then--
The classic of the US Open final was born.
Zhang Ze admitted that as a spectator, he was very excited; but as a player, he was clearly aware of the difficulties and challenges involved, and his blood boiled.
Once. Twice. Three times. Four, five, six times.
In that game, Gawain stood on the edge of the cliff again and again, facing desperate situations, but he did not give up. His fighting spirit, his perseverance, and his calmness helped him to fight for a glimmer of hope, and then he held on to it firmly.
This is Gawain.
All along! They have been burdened with their own doubts, confusions and pressures. The more they try to break through, the weaker they become. The more they try to prove themselves, the more they get caught in their own traps. Deep down, they never really believe in themselves. It seems that only a genius can break those invisible shackles.
But Gawain said, no.
Gawain emphasized that he was not special nor unique. If he could do it, so could others. He was just lucky enough to be the first person to accomplish these things. He believed that even if it was not him, there would be others who could accomplish these feats. It was that simple.
The only thing he did was to persist, that's all.
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This is true for Yao Ming, Liu Xiang, and Li Na.
When people say that Asians can't do it, when people say that yellow people can't do it, they are always fighting and working hard in their own way. They use their own footsteps to open up a whole new world and prove with practical actions that the so-called "no" is just a shackle.
The shackles of prejudice are also shackles from oneself.
Step by step, Gawain led the way, pushing open a door leading to a whole new world, which unfolded magnificently before Zhang Ze and the others.
It felt like a frog in a well finally jumping out of the four walls that trapped it.
In fact, the world has always been there, but they just don’t have the courage to jump out.
so.
Zhang Ze’s answer couldn’t be simpler.
Perhaps, he cannot keep thinking, strategizing, and fighting back in adversity like Gawain. After all, he is not Gawain; but at least he can continue to persist, grit his teeth, hold on a little longer, and use his willpower to last a little longer, always one beat longer than his opponent.
Zhang Ze knew that this method was stupid and clumsy, but that was who he was. He persisted in doing it stupidly and clumsily to complete his battle.
"run!"
My chest is heaving. My lungs are burning.
My ankles were filled with lead, my knees were trembling, and my legs were like thin noodles.
Zhang Ze always felt that he could not hold on any longer and might fall down in the next second.
But he couldn't help but clench his fists, and then clench them again, squeezing out a bit of energy, and continued to move forward, running back and forth with a staggering gait.
Push off the ground, swing the racket, and push.
This has almost become a mechanical action. There is no choice or layout. Just follow the force of the incoming ball and use the force to play. That's all.
The only goal is to send the tennis ball back, one more shot, and one more shot, just need to last one more shot than Rosol.
The whole audience was silent.
Whether it was the Czech Republic or China, no one spoke. They all stared with bated breath, because they all knew that both players had equal opportunities.
Whether it is a break point or a game point, neither player has an absolute advantage, anything can happen, and the match point means nothing at all.
Gao Wen is also one of them.
In a trance, they returned to the time when they were on the NCAA Brown Bears. They not only needed to focus on their own games, but also had to fight alongside their teammates.
Because they are a team.
Although Gao Wen is the team's top singles player, the team cannot win by relying on him alone.
Now, they all stood behind Zhang Ze and fought side by side with him.