Chapter 372: Unstoppable

Push the ground! Push! Jump!

Gawain rushed towards his backhand like a cannonball, but Kyrgios' serve added enough spin and power, and the entire flight trajectory was fast and fierce. Even if Gawain's prediction was correct, he still didn't have enough time to catch up.

Back! Spread your wings! Extend!

Obviously, he couldn't reach the tennis ball with his two hands, so Gao Wen simply turned his back to the court, held the racket with his right hand, fully extended the racket with the movement of a roc spreading its wings, and then rushed out with a big step, completing the contact with the racket at a height above his shoulder.

A little. A rub.

Because there was no time, Gawain simply used the strength of his wrist to delicately hook the ball back to increase friction and ensure that the tennis ball would not fly out like an anti-aircraft gun.

One-handed backhand!

The next second, Gawain did not stop, but continued to turn 90 degrees in the direction of the turn, facing his right side, which was the empty forehand position, and ran at full speed.

Then you can see Kyrgios's footsteps entering the court at the first moment. Gawain's return serve was of poor quality, and Kyrgios easily rushed over and completed a volley in the half court.

but!

Just when Kyrgios was about to make a move, he noticed Gawain running at high speed. This familiar situation had occurred more than once in this game, and Gawain was always able to turn the situation around in extremely passive situations, which made Kyrgios grit his teeth secretly.

Make an effort!

At the moment of the shot, Kyrgios obviously exerted more strength, and rushed forward fiercely with the whole critical strike action. The result was -

puff.

Hang the net.

The force was too great, so the flight trajectory of the tennis ball was compressed too much, and it actually hit the net directly, creating a white wave on the net.

Huh! There was a cry of surprise from the audience at Arthur Ashe Stadium. They couldn't believe their eyes. Such a simple shot, but Kyrgios made such an outrageous mistake and lost his first serve point in the tie-break.

Pop.

Kyrgios couldn't help himself and slammed his racket onto the court. He didn't smash the racket but threw it. The racket rolled innocently for several times before it came to a stop.

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

Kyrgios was mad at the innocent audience, his muscles tensed to the extreme, and one could clearly feel the surging anger rolling wildly.

Boo! The stadium was filled with boos, and it was clear that they were very dissatisfied with Kyrgios' performance.

"Come on! Nick!"

Australian fans continued to cheer for him, but Kyrgios yelled at them again, "Shut up." This time the booing was even more intense, but Kyrgios didn't care at all. After finally venting his anger, he picked up his racket, walked to the baseline with a nonchalant look on his face, and continued to prepare to serve.

But, is there really no impact?

One shot, and the net is dropped.

Second serve, middle.

The entire serve angle seemed a bit sloppy, and it looked like he was absent-minded. Although the power and speed were maintained well, the entire serve still seemed a bit rough. Gao Wen only slightly turned sideways to successfully hit the tennis ball back, and the angle and depth were maintained very well -

Bottom line triangle.

Kyrgios had just retracted his serve when he took a big step. He didn't have time to think and pushed the ball straight with his forehand. With his legs split and his center of gravity unstable, he was very relaxed and this backhand had a very pleasing effect.

Straight and fast.

Sure enough, talent is still talent.

Gawain sprinted sideways at full speed, but Kyrgios did push beautifully in the straight line. Even if Gawain had faster feet, he was still a little short.

What to do? Although he could still swing the racket in a small range with his two-handed backhand, in a split second, Gao Wen gave up the idea of ​​forcing the backhand and slightly changed the racket face and grip to slice a small ball.

Whoosh! In an instant, the speed of the whole person's return to the ball was slowed down.

We had seen many similar rounds in the second set before, but after entering the fourth set, Kyrgios just blindly exerted his strength and we rarely saw such agile cutting rounds.

Tap tap tap.

Kyrgios sprints forward.

Tap tap tap.

Gawain also stepped forward quickly.

The two players were facing each other across the net, running at full speed towards each other, and then they collided with each other in front of the net.

Gawain was blocking the net, so Kyrgios' return was bound to be affected - this was Kyrgios' serve point, and no one expected the situation to turn out like this.

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Kyrgios made a judgment in a split second. It can be seen from Gawain's position in front of the net that this is obviously not his technical strong point. He may even rarely invest in a single item in normal training. Now he is just relying on instinct to fight.

He has room to break through.

Push the ground! Brake! Lift lightly!

Kyrgios turned his head to look at his forehand position, completely turned his head away, as if he was preparing to hit a diagonal shot, but when he hit his backhand, he gently picked and pushed it in a straight line.

Fake! Kyrgios used a perfect fake to create an illusion, preparing to break through Gawain's forehand.

But what about Gawain? He hopped and hopped on the spot with his knees bent, keeping his center of gravity active, his eyes fixed on Kyrgios's racket.

Gao Wen's net skills are indeed not very good, but he knows that Kyrgios is a player who does not play by the rules and has countless juggling fake moves, so he needs to clear the fog and see the truth.

Push off the ground! Dive! With his attention highly focused, Gao Wen reflexively dived to his right, stretched out his racket, and pounced down hard with the action of a badminton net.

Bang! Blocked shot!

There was a crisp sound of hitting the ball, and the next second the tennis ball was smashed back into Kyrgios' court and landed next to Kyrgios' left foot.

Kyrgios's gaze was still heading to the right. He noticed a ray of light out of the corner of his eye. He reflexively stretched out his racket and swung it, but it went straight into the air. He stood there at a loss, like a little girl who failed to catch a butterfly.

Looking up, you can immediately see Gawain pouting his lips and looking at where the tennis ball will land, as if he is critical and dissatisfied with his own interception technique at the net. Then he jumps back two steps lightly, not caring about Kyrgios's reaction at all, and turns around and runs back to the baseline.

He was ignored, he was just ignored, like an insignificant insect.

Kyrgios turned around, still unable to hold back, and swore a lot as he walked back to the baseline. He had no time to pay attention to the score. The only thought in his mind was: Ignore me? Ignore me! How could he? How dare he? Does he know who I am? Gurgling.

Gurgling.

The anger in my brain is burning.

At the same time, Gawain's brain was working at high speed, thinking about how to play the next point. He turned around and looked up, only seeing Kyrgios' back, and could clearly feel the anger coming towards him. Then, a bold plan came into Gawain's mind.

Maybe, he could do this...

(End of this chapter)