To the left, to the right.
To the left, to the right.
My eyes followed the tennis ball as it flew back and forth on both sides of the net, and my heart felt like it was riding on a pirate ship, swaying up and down, left and right.
I couldn't help but hold my breath, clasp my hands together, and tense all the muscles in my body. I tensed so hard that my heart began to ache.
It might explode in the next second.
Just a week ago, that is, last Sunday, Gawain stood on the stage of Arthur Ashe Stadium and had a bloody clash with Djokovic. The 57-shot round on the match point was absolutely thrilling, and after the game, it was called the most magnificent round of the year by countless netizens.
But honestly speaking, Gao Wen was not nervous in that round; in this round, just after twenty beats, his palms were already soaked with sweat.
Long, anxious, tense and tormenting.
However.
Gawain was completely immersed in it, and could even be said to be enjoying it.
He likes this feeling. Maybe tennis cannot seek cooperation and echo like football, basketball, volleyball and other team sports, but at this moment they are still a team, all their spiritual strength is gathered together, fighting side by side, breathing together, beating together, struggling together and persisting together.
They stood with Zhang Ze.
To the left, plop.
To the right, plop.
The beating of the heart is perfectly matched with the flying rhythm of the tennis ball. Time and space completely lose their meaning, and I just focus on this moment.
——Wait! Sudden stop and sudden turn!
Zhang Ze captured Rossol's batting action at the first moment. Due to extreme fatigue, his concentration collapsed, his attention decreased, and his fake moves were difficult to conceal. If Zhang Ze had not paid full attention, he might have missed Rossol's move, but now, Zhang Ze captured it, accurately and without error.
A kick, a pause.
Secondary startup.
The little energy left in his body was almost all released at once. Zhang Ze gritted his teeth and pulled his body back to his forehand position.
In this shot, Rossol did not choose to change the hitting line, but paused, delayed the shot, waited for Zhang Ze to move, and then chose the diagonal shot.
Repeat the line back ball.
Rossol still tried to disrupt Zhang Ze's steps.
Unfortunately, Rosol's physical strength was basically exhausted, the quality of his forehand shot control was mediocre, the angle and landing point were not open, and the effect was very average.
Zhang Ze was no longer able to keep up the pace of sudden stops and turns. He barely caught up and used his forehand to hit the ball with force.
There is no skill at all—
Slash.
But the difference is that Zhang Ze's arm swing is a little bigger, which increases the angle.
It can't be said to be a "torn" angle, the tape just opened a little.
On the other side of the court, Rossol also ran quickly, but his heavy footsteps were a little hesitant, as if he was dragging two shot puts along the way. He was unable to keep up completely, and the forehand hitting position was a little awkward, and he made a forced shot.
A hat, a bag——
Pull up and spin.
At this moment, Rossol's hesitation could be vaguely seen.
He wanted to use the force to hit a flat shot, but he couldn't swing his arms and couldn't speed up the racket head; so he hurriedly changed to topspin, but the swing was still a little slow. In order to avoid not being able to pull the topspin, the swing obviously accelerated, but the racket face between the flat shot and the topspin lacked control.
bass.
Rosol's shot was very clumsy, which was immediately reflected in the trajectory of the tennis ball.
The tennis ball soared high into the sky like a rocket, with its parabola reaching its full height.
If the flight curve was high enough, the effect would be good, at least it could suppress the opponent, but it was not high enough, and the hitting position was just right -
It is right at the position from chest to shoulder, making it very comfortable to swing the racket and hit the ball.
At the same time, the landing point is neither deep nor shallow, slightly closer to the baseline, but still in the midfield area. If you move forward in time, you can launch an attack in the half court.
Normally, these returns would be hit one by one.
However.
Not only Rossol, Zhang Ze also had no strength. In addition, he had no habit of going to the net, so his steps could not keep up. Now he lacked the instantaneous force to push off the ground. If he hesitated for a moment, he would miss the chance to shoot in the half-court.
So, what to do?
Will the rounds continue to stalemate?
No.
Zhang Ze, step forward.
Even though he was a beat late, and even though he was not used to this kind of tactical combination, Zhang Ze still took a step forward.
What will Gawain do? The answer to this question is actually very simple. It is not about tactics, but determination. Gawain will seize the opportunity without hesitation. Even when facing top players like Federer and Djokovic, Gawain will never back down and will take action when it is time.
Zhang Ze had no time to think whether he had missed the best opportunity, and he took a step forward in a daze.
Just one step.
But it was precisely this small step that shortened Zhang Ze's shooting opportunity from a physical level, seized a rising point, and pushed out with his forehand.
It's not a whip, not a sweep, and not a pounding, it's just a push.
However, the rhythm of tennis is like this. As long as you grab the hitting point, even if it is just the simplest push with the help of force, the rhythm will be different.
Bang.
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The tennis ball, along the reverse slash line, just staggered out.
On the other side, a tennis ball is flying.
On the other side, Rossol was running wildly.
And what about Zhang Ze?
He was a little at a loss as he was still not used to entering the baseline for a confrontation, let alone going to the net. Standing in this position, Zhang Ze didn't know what to do, but at least his body memory still knew what to do.
Take a step back.
After Zhang Ze returned to the baseline, he began to prepare for the next shot, his eyes completely locked on the flight trajectory of the tennis ball and Rosol's running figure.
Not only Zhang Ze, but Gao Wen and the others were also staring at the mustard yellow light.
flight.
Continue flying.
Just like that...jumped out.
Rossol, not in place.
Within the boundaries.
Win.
Score.
——Take it.
The third match point belongs to Zhang Ze.
"ah!"
“Ahhhh!”
All of a sudden, Gao Wen jumped high, raised his hands, stared at the referee with wide eyes, and carefully watched his every move.
"Game, China..."
Gawain could no longer control himself, and rushed out like a cheetah, his eyes filled with happiness and madness, even more surging and violent than his experience at the Arthur Ashe Stadium last week. He roared with ecstasy and suddenly pounced on Zhang Ze.
—It’s over. Finally.
Zhang Ze only had one thought in his mind. He didn't even have time to react. He didn't feel any happiness or joy at all. He just thought:
It was over, but he had finally made it to the end. He had persevered. It was so long and so hard, but he had done it.
The next second, he collapsed to the ground, his mind went blank, he just wanted to lie down, he couldn't even move a finger.
There was a roar above the eardrum, and a buzzing sound was like an electric current flowing, and then everything went black in front of my eyes. One figure after another rushed up, and smiling faces overlapped with each other. The whole world just disappeared into a noisy heat wave.
The voices of Gawain and the others seemed to come from the other side of the valley, with an echo effect, shouting with the ebb and flow of the tide.
“I won.”
"Ahhh, I win!"