Chapter 367 The Howl of Wolves
Just after touching the ball, he could see a tall and strong figure pressing forward like a dark cloud.
Serve and volley?
Kyrgios actually chose to serve and volley? No wonder Kyrgios chose to serve to the inside corner, because he was determined to go to the net to create physical pressure. No matter what kind of return Gowen made, Kyrgios only needed to make up one shot, and the entire advantage at the net was very obvious.
Gao Wen guessed where Kyrgios' serve would land, but he did not guess Kyrgios' tactics. After all, in today's match, Kyrgios went to the net quite a few times but did not serve and volley very often.
Where will Kyrgios volley? No idea.
Gao Wen had no idea what was going on in Kyrgios's head. The only thing he could do was to set a trap to gain a slight advantage for himself.
Push off the ground! Step forward! Gao Wen took a step sideways towards his backhand position, but immediately stopped and pushed his left foot, pushing his body to the right, and then sprinted towards the forehand position at full speed.
That fake shaking move was intended to interfere with Kyrgios's judgment and lure Kyrgios into hitting the ball towards his forehand position.
It's very complicated to describe, but in fact, things change rapidly in the game. Kyrgios had already reached the net early, with a sideways move and a push.
Kyrgios's advantage is very obvious. He has countless options, any way to hit the ball, any angle to hit the ball, and then a figure moving to his right quickly passed across his pupil retina, as if he had predicted his hitting intention again. In a flash, he made an instinctive judgment of conditioned reflex and chose a very expressive one-handed backhand slice and push.
This is Federer's classic volley at the net.
Carefree and calm.
Kyrgios doesn't have the coolness of Federer, but he remains calm at the net.
Kyrgios then cut the tennis ball into a thin and light piece, removing all the forces attached to it, and cut a diagonal volley into the long bottom corner.
point.
The sound of the tennis ball landing was not loud, just like the first footprint on the snow, it sank gently and landed in the large triangle area at the baseline of Gao Wen's forehand position.
trap!
Kyrgios hit the ball towards his forehand, but Gawain had no time to rejoice.
Kyrgios's volley is very clever, dissipating the power and splitting the long line, which also means that the tennis ball has almost no bounce after landing, and the flight path after the rebound will challenge the limit of Gawain's hitting range.
Dengdengdeng.
Dengdengdeng.
Gawain's sprinting speed has reached its limit. One big stride! Two big strides!
The soles of the feet can clearly feel the powerful force rebounding back, and the muscles that are tensed to the extreme are constantly releasing strength, so that the body begins to vibrate continuously.
Almost! Just a little bit more!
Gawain's eyes were fixed on the tennis ball that was spinning at high speed and slowly falling to the ground. He stepped forward! Here we are!
Step! Tread! Push! Following the inertia of the forward rush, Gao Wen had no room to move, so he could only swing his right hand quickly in a small range. In the case of being unable to exert any force at all, he used the power of the forward rush to drive the ball, and used his forearm to swing and push, using the force to hit the ball back.
The next second, the bent knees were straightened, and the whole person jumped up forcefully, trying to complete the swing as completely as possible.
line?
Gawain no longer had the energy to look at Kyrgios's position. He simply increased his speed to the extreme along the trajectory of his swing and hit a small diagonal line.
Swing! Exert force! The strength of the forearm is released without reservation during the high-speed swing, and the whole body moves smoothly to show tension, as if you can clearly see the trajectory of sweat beads flying away from the hair.
Then, Gao Wen quickly adjusted with small steps and rushed forward. If Kyrgios could complete the return, then the most likely event would be a short ball in front of the net, and he needed to quickly follow up and prepare for the next shot.
Then Gawain could see Kyrgios flying to the other side, making a diving save and trying to intercept Gawain's return.
But the tennis ball turned into a streamline, and in the blink of an eye it was out of the control of Kyrgios's racket, and broke through the blockade in a flash.
Whoosh! Bang! Everyone, hold your breath.
“6:6.”
The referee's voice announcing the score was heard, officially putting an end to this point.
"ah!"
“Ahhhh!”
“Ahhh!”
On the live broadcast screen, the barrage was filled with screams, and netizens had gone completely crazy——
Gawain saved all three set points with three winning points. He snatched them back from Kyrgios in a tough and domineering manner. His unparalleled performance made the entire audience go crazy.
On the court, Gawain's emotions finally found an outlet. He clenched his fists and pounded his chest like King Kong, howling like a wolf.
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“Ouch!”
He did it! He did it after all! In an extremely passive situation, he did not give up. He fought for a glimmer of hope, gave it a try with an absolutely tough and proactive attitude, and turned this glimmer of hope into real points. In this way, the tie-break returned to the same starting line.
The whole audience was boiling.
The heat wave swept through the stadium, and the entire Arthur Ashe Stadium exploded, but the most exciting moment was yet to come.
Every point could be a count.
In a trance, my memory once again traveled back to Gao Wen's first-round match against Isner, the third set, the tie-break, and the edge of the cliff.
Gurgling.
Not only the Arthur Ashe Stadium and the media center, but even the audience on the other side of the Pacific Ocean who were watching the game were all excited.
Kyrgios paid no attention to Gawain's celebration. He failed to save the ball with a diving dive at the last moment and fell to the ground in an extremely embarrassed manner. He simply crawled on the ground and struggled for a while, then got up sullenly and staggered back to the baseline. It was difficult to tell whether the emotions surging in his chest were mostly anger or shame.
The real problem was that he was holding a grudge and wanted to release it, but he couldn't find a way out.
Frustrated.
Take a deep breath, take a deep breath again, Kyrgios muttered to himself, trying to focus.
"Very good, very good, very good."
"Since you want to compete with violence, let's have a try. Let's see who is stronger and who will have the last laugh. I will crush you to death, just like crushing an ant."
The tennis court is not a boxing ring. They cannot rush forward and fight with their fists. Their only weapon is the racket in their hands.
Pah pah.
After the "6:6" tie, the two players exchanged venues. Less than thirty seconds later, Kyrgios was ready for the first serve, and the rhythm of his bouncing the ball was obviously faster, as if he couldn't wait to go on the ring with Gawain.
(End of this chapter)