Chapter 238: A life-threatening situation
Huh!
Bounce back from the ground?
Oh! A short ball in front of the net?
Ugh! High ball from the backcourt!
The entire audience was immersed in the thrilling game. In this point, accidents piled up on accidents. Both players were unable to fully pull the racket and hit the ball with full force. Every touch of the ball broke expectations, so that both players hit the ball in constant chaos. The audience was like on a roller coaster, with their moods ups and downs, and the sound of their breathing revealed the surging emotions.
Blood is boiling.
Tap tap tap.
Tap, tap, tap! The air above the court was filled with the sound of Gawain's footsteps as he ran at full speed. The sound of his sneakers rubbing against the ground was like a raging wave, as if every step was hitting his heart.
Rub, rub, rub.
As the footsteps arrived, Gawain had already started to control his speed. Because of the accidental collision, Kokkinakis's control over the baseline high ball was obviously not enough. Looking at Gawain with long arms and legs, he arrived in just three or four steps, and Kokkinakis became nervous again in an instant.
At this point, the tennis ball has already landed and is bouncing.
Gawain whizzed past, roughly judging the rotation of the tennis ball in the air, and tried to release all the irregular rotation as much as possible to reduce his own hitting error. At the same time, he continued to move forward and did not turn 180 degrees to face the court. This was mainly to avoid spinning in circles and disrupting the three-dimensional sense of space of the court.
So, I just turned my back to the court and tried to hit the ball under my legs.
The tennis ball has reached its high point and then begins its second descent.
Gao Wen adjusted his position with small steps and came to the place where the tennis ball fell. He constructed a three-dimensional image of the entire court in his mind. When the tennis ball fell between his feet, he gently hit the tennis ball with a move of catching the moon from the bottom of the sea. The whole touch was very light and he completed the shot.
state.
Because there was no force, the sound of the ball was naturally not crisp, but the power of the tennis ball had been almost completely removed. Instead, it relied on Gawain's wrist to reattach a large amount of rotation, draw a low arc, and fly past quickly.
With a kick! With a turn! Gawain immediately turned 180 degrees again, grabbed the racket with both hands, jumped lightly on the spot, adjusted his center of gravity, and found the balance point as quickly as possible in the dizziness. Then, in the midst of the turbulent waves, he saw Kokkinakis again.
Full! Alert! Kokkinakis realized that Gawain might catch up with the ball and that he would need to hit another shot to score, so he focused very much and hit his forehand position as soon as Gawain touched the ball.
One stretch! One block! Kokkinakis had already hit the ball accurately. Moreover, Gawain's return ball lacked power. Kokkinakis had already made a plan before making the shot. He deliberately used the method of unloading force to extract all the power, so that the tennis ball could return to the front of the net to form a short ball. And because it had no power, it could not bounce after landing.
The reason is very simple. Gao Wen is at the baseline at this time. The vertical back and forth running is really very physically demanding. If the rhythm of his steps is slightly wrong, he may not be able to make it.
Got it!
When his steps were in place, Kokkinakis was secretly delighted, because he had arrived in place ahead of time and even had time to adjust calmly. At this time, Gao Wen was still circling at the baseline. The whole situation was completely under his control. He only needed to unload the strength and complete the small ball.
Good job! However! Bang.
Kokkinakis was able to catch the sound of the racket face hitting the tennis ball. Just as he was about to celebrate, he felt the friction of the rotation, which was obviously beyond his expectations. However, Kokkinakis's racket face was too straight, and all the rotation was absorbed, and then the rotation trajectory of the tennis ball rolled up -
whoosh.
The interception was successful, but the tennis ball flew high, drew a high arc, and fell back into Gawain's half of the court.
Damn it!
The quality of this small ball is really hard to describe. It is high and light, yet has no power.
Kokkinakis' tennis skills are obviously not very good, and the whole control feels too rough, so it is not surprising to see such a situation.
Kokkinakis was a little flustered. At this point, the two people on both sides of the net were like looking in the mirror. Both of them were no longer calm and familiar in front of the net, but Kokkinakis continued to move his feet back, taking small steps to adjust his position, trying to find a suitable space for interception.
Then?
Then you can see Gawain pushing off the ground as fast as a rabbit, leaving a trail of afterimage behind him, and rushing forward at full speed.
Tap tap tap.
Tap tap tap.
The wind was howling fiercely. Even though his lungs were burning and he had entered an anaerobic state again, Gawain's steps were still light and nimble. As if he had changed his position, he was in front of the net again in a blink of an eye. He clearly had no chance of survival, but he managed to seize the opportunity again with his own feet.
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Kokkinakis's ball was a complete "three-no" product. After it hit the ground and bounced back, it was high and floating, with almost no power and rotation. It was equivalent to the ball in daily practice, so Gawain was not polite.
He glanced at Kokkinakis's position. Although the magma in his lungs was already exploding and his calves felt like they were filled with lead, Gawain was not distracted at all, and did not slack off. He took small steps to adjust his position, and when he rushed forward, he lunged forward fiercely.
Bang! With a quick swing of the forearm and a flick of the wrist, the power burst out quickly and quickly, and then the tennis ball flew off the racket in a small diagonal line, flying lightly towards Kokkinakis' backhand position, like a cannonball.
Kokkinakis's judgment was completely wrong. He kept swaying from side to side, trying to create visual interference and disrupt Gawain's judgment of the shot. However, he had no idea which line Gawain would hit. His repeated steps back revealed his inner panic and hesitation: According to common sense, the close combat in front of the net is actually table tennis, where the tennis ball is often intercepted and hit directly without waiting for it to land, or the net fighting in badminton, which is the same. That is to say, the distance must be shortened to form face-to-face pressure.
However, Kokkinakis subconsciously stepped back, and this step back meant he lost the advantage of net coverage.
Obviously, neither Kokkinakis nor Gao Wen have confidence in their net skills.
Relatively speaking, Gawain still took the initiative slightly by actively running to regain the initiative. When attacking, he adjusted his steps more delicately and more focused. He completely ignored the interference of Kokkinakis and completed the shot.
At the end of the left-right swing, Kokkinakis rushed towards his forehand position, but then he found that Gawain's swing was completely in the opposite direction. His body had already started and he had no time to stop. He just caught a glimpse of the mustard yellow shadow rushing out at the end of his sight.
A mismatch, a winning point.
"Competition, high!"
Fourth break point, finally won! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! 　First update.
(End of this chapter)