Chapter 503: Hold your breath
Gurgling.
Gurgling.
The air around Arthur Ashe Stadium is burning, and thousands of eyes from all over the world are focused here.
The 193-cm tall guy in the dark blue jersey looked so small against the backdrop of the huge stadium. The grandeur and splendor of the sky and the earth were all vented out, as if he could clearly capture the frantic heartbeat and rapid breathing. The scorching heat and heat coming from all directions stirred up an impassioned tango on the surface of his skin, so that his blood began to boil.
Close your eyes and breathe.
Gawain carefully felt the sound of his blood boiling, then gradually drew his attention back, and after letting out a long breath, he was ready.
"40:15".
Snap. Snap. Snap.
One shot.
Outside corner.
But... a little off.
Gawain still wanted to create an angle to suppress Cilic's forehand, but his control was a little lacking, and in fact the distance out of bounds was not far, just the width of a finger.
Gao Wen was not too upset. He tilted his head slightly, reviewed the entire serving action, and then was ready to continue serving.
Second serve.
Outside corner.
Cilic was guessing where Gawain's serve would land, and Gawain was also guessing Cilic's prediction. Both sides were guessing each other's tactical intentions, and then Gawain boldly chose to repeat the landing point.
stop.
Cilic paused for a moment, unable to make an accurate prediction at the first moment, but he took a big step sideways to his right.
At this moment, the advantages of height and long arms were immediately revealed. With just one big step, his fully stretched body had successfully touched the tennis ball. Before Cilic's body was about to lose balance, he used the inertia of centrifugal force to complete a forehand shot and a sweep.
Make an effort!
Slash!
Gao Wen's second serve was caught right away, boom!
Tennis ball, aiming at the big triangle at the baseline, sprints towards it with great force.
Gao Wen, who had just finished serving, had not yet adjusted his feet when he could already see a mustard yellow light mixed with a sudden storm rushing towards him. Before he touched the ball, he could already feel the violent blow from Cilic's conditioned reflex, which contained a thunderous force.
Time and space are completely compressed.
Gawain was running out of time. He was in a hurry and only had time to hit the ball with his forehand. However, he didn't have time to complete the control of the parabola and the tennis ball had already bounced back out of the racket area. The next second, Gawain's alarm bells rang.
whoosh.
whoosh.
The tennis ball returned along the same diagonal line, but there was no control at all. Not only was there no threat, but there was no suppression either. The full parabola looked like a feed in a practice match.
Tap tap tap.
Tap tap tap.
Cilic finally found an opportunity, taking small steps to adjust his position on the forehand, looking for the best hitting point, and even waiting for a moment at the baseline, which also meant that he had enough time to complete the power shot and complete the line selection.
Straight line, diagonal line, middle line, small ball.
The entire court was within Cilic's attack range. Gawain had no time to think carefully and could only make his first reaction based on his instinct.
He took a series of small steps, deliberately moving two steps sideways to his left, preparing to defend the backhand, but his center of gravity remained active.
Bang! Cilic has already hit the ball, and then Gawain's left foot pushes hard and his body steps sideways to the right:
Accurate hit.
As expected, Cilic hit the ball diagonally again, still with a forehand, which was exactly what Gawain was waiting for.
Push off the ground! Swing the racket! Apply force!
"Power vs. Power"! Without hesitation, Gao Wen's forehand was already facing forward, counterattacking with a head-on attitude. He had no intention of changing direction in his mind.
Because Cilic's ball was too heavy, when Gawain tried to change the line from his forehand position, the possibility of the ball going out of bounds due to the long line was very high.
Further suppressing with a diagonal line, this was Gao Wen's judgment and choice, without hesitation or pause, the whole move was very decisive! But!
Charge! Turn! Sink! Cilic's forehand attack exploded with incredible energy. Although it was already the end of the third set, Gawain could feel the power from the beginning of the first set. It rushed towards him with great force and swallowed Gawain in an instant, clearly showing the energy that Cilic exploded on the edge of the cliff.
Top! Gao Wen's forehand absolute power was still suppressed. The main reason was that Gao Wen underestimated the quality of Cilic's forehand shot, and the entire shot selection was not optimal. However, there was no time to hesitate. The arrow was on the string and had to be shot. The only thing to be thankful for was that he did not try to change the line, because the error rate of changing the line was 99%.
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Immediately afterwards, the batting action was fully pushed out.
boom.
Diagonal, head-on collision! Gao Wen did not retreat at all and took Cilic's shot. However, from the parabola of the return ball, it can be seen that Gao Wen's power was not fully released. It should have been a flat shot. Gao Wen finally added some spin to ensure that his return ball could fall within the boundary.
whoosh!
When Cilic was about to defend his backhand, he immediately returned to his forehand. Two lateral cross steps completed the adjustment, and he directly hit the forehand hard.
Explode instantly!
Instant release!
Ah! Ah! Cilic also cried out in a rare outburst due to excessive force. He concentrated all his energy in this shot and completely exploded with his forehand.
Bang! Gawain's footsteps were still on his forehand position, waiting for Cilic's diagonal confrontation. When he saw the ball coming, his footsteps immediately caught up and stretched out his hand to hit the ball, but -
Too slow.
Gao Wen's batting action was actually half a beat slow.
To be precise, it was not that Gavin was too slow, but that Cilic's ball was too fast. It rushed out directly on the changing line like lightning. Even though Gavin had extended his racket, the return ball still went directly over the racket head and rushed out.
Absolute power! Absolute speed! Absolute forehand! Magic ball! "Wow!"
"On Gawain's first match point, Cilic hit a magical shot, a forehand like Thor's hammer showing power comparable to that of Del Potro, tearing through Gawain's defensive coverage with absolute strength and successfully winning the point."
"With half of his body hanging on the cliff, Cilic showed his tenacity."
"There were two consecutive match points, but now there is only one. The situation of the game has subtly changed again."
Ah! Cilic screamed again.
Ahhh! Cilic clenched his right fist tightly, roaring at Gawain like an angry lion, showing his fangs, his rosy cheeks and bulging veins showing his mighty momentum, and announced to Gawain in a tough manner:
This game is not over yet! Ahhh! The neutral fans and Croatian fans at Arthur Ashe Stadium are all going crazy. Instantly, an overwhelming energy bursts out and fills the entire stadium. The whole world is shaking. It seems that the soles of the feet can really feel the slight vibration. The most dangerous and craziest moment of this final has finally come to the stage until now.
Match point!
(End of this chapter)