Chapter 616: Defeat the enemy with cleverness With

one push! With one push!

Simon's footsteps have changed the direction of movement. For most players, vertical movement is much more difficult than horizontal movement, but for Simon, this shortcoming is not obvious. His flexible ability to stop and turn can easily cover the entire court.

Push off the ground!

Sprint!

Simon ran at full speed along the diagonal line, and because Gawain's shot landed in the middle instead of the front court, Simon even had some time to spare.

Simon was ready to hit the ball. He glanced at the court with his peripheral vision, observing Gawain's position. Seeing that Gawain's body center of gravity had already moved towards the forehand position to defend diagonally, Simon's forehand wrist had already gently pushed forward, drawing a straight line.

Back-to-back shot! Space, instant dislocation.

However, Gawain did not seem surprised. He just moved his feet, but with a push of his left leg, he made a sudden comeback, took a big step sideways, and continued to move forward with his feet in a surfing posture, and his hands were backhanded like a bow and arrow.

Cut everything with one stroke.

A strong backspin ball was cut out and flew quickly towards the diagonal gap.

Whoosh! The space was dislocated again.

Simon reflexively jumped up from the spot, dove for the top of the head, and stretched out his hands, but it was too late.

The mustard yellow light streak streaked across the sky above the court like lightning, then quickly fell, landed, bounced, and scored!

In one go! In a split second, the situation was completely overturned.

Ah! Qiao Wangsheng stood up suddenly.

Ahhh! Qiao Wangsheng finally found an opportunity to vent his suppressed emotions. He clenched his fists and shouted like he had scored the winning goal in the extra time of the World Cup final. However, his mind was blank and he couldn't say anything. He just screamed and roared to his heart's content.

Burn wantonly!

On the court, Gawain did not celebrate loudly. He just clenched his fists and raised them high. A murderous look flashed in his eyes, and the determination to win shone brightly in the depths of his pupils.

Simon waved the court impatiently, as if waving a fly swatter, very dissatisfied with his handling of the ball. Now he realized that Gawain's light hit was actually a trap. His return of the ball was obviously too careless, all of which was within Gawain's expectations.

Damn it!

Simon ignored Gawain, exhaled heavily, regained his composure, and reminded himself that he still had two match points and a serve point. He still held the initiative and there was no need to rush.

However--

Just thirty seconds later, the Qi-Zhong Tennis Center was boiling again.

It was another twelve-beat tug-of-war, but there was nothing to be surprised about. It was just the basic operation of the game. Then Gao Wen suddenly grabbed a rising point. In a round of ball that was not an opportunity, he hit a small diagonal attack with his forehand, actively exerting force and attacking powerfully.

This attack was successfully defended by Simon, but the quality of the defense was a little lacking and he was unable to press deep. So Gawain's footsteps were still within the baseline, and he used both hands to backhand the ball hard, quickly connecting and hitting the ball, and hit a very high-quality repeated landing return ball.

Solid and heavy.

Simon's prediction was wrong. His feet, which were moving sideways, suddenly pushed the ground to brake and start again. As a result, his feet did not touch the ground, and he slipped and staggered. Then he missed the hitting point. He barely hit the tennis ball, but it flew directly into the audience stands.

Save another match point! Standing on the edge of the cliff, Gawain's shot was very decisive. Although the landing point was still not perfect, the thickness of the ball slightly broke the balance, and through the calculation and layout of the details, he broke Simon's predictive inertia.

Simon always insisted on playing at his own pace, and lost his advantage in the face of Gawain's changes. In the blink of an eye, he lost two serve points in a row.

The audience in the center court was already on fire, their blood was boiling, and they were enthusiastic and enthusiastic. It seemed that they were witnessing a miracle with their own eyes. No one was an exception.

However, the crisis is still not resolved, and Gao Wen still needs to face the third match point.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

Gao Wen was bouncing the ball. He did not deliberately slow down, but prepared to serve according to his usual game rhythm.

District 2.

Gawain raised his eyes and glanced at Simon's position, then started throwing the ball.

A serve with reduced force from the outside corner.

Simon's forehand and backhand are relatively balanced, with no particular strengths but no particular weaknesses either, and he remains stable overall, so his serving tactics need to be more careful.

Gao Wen deliberately chose a reduced-force serve, and more importantly, no rotation, just a flat serve, but the power and speed were relatively lowered a level, because Simon's serve reception often likes to relay, and achieve good quality through relay, but this time, Simon failed to use the force.

really!

The return ball lacked depth, and the parabola was not completely suppressed, it was a little floating.

But Simon's touch and wrapping ability are particularly strong, and he still controls the line: the middle, which is a position where it is difficult for the offense to tear open the angle.

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Simon only needs to return to the midfield, and when Gawain does not dare to pursue the ultimate blind spot in his attack, he can move back and forth freely to complete the defense.

Gao Wen entered the baseline.

Tap tap tap.

Almost immediately after completing the serve and returning to his position, he crossed the baseline and entered the court. His agile posture was just like a serve and volley, but in fact it was different from a serve and volley because Gao Wen's steps were only to enter the court, and his goal was not to get close to the net.

So, Gao Wen stayed in the half-court position very amateurishly.

If it was a training session, Sampras's complaints would immediately come crashing down on him: either continue to move forward to the net, or retreat back to the baseline. This awkward position of being neither up nor down simply leaves the entire court open, waiting for the opponent to attack.

However, at this moment, Gawain's steps were just right. He calmly met Simon's return, switched to the forehand position with a series of small steps, and then, as if holding the moon in the water in his hands, he pushed it very lightly and gently, carefully removing the already small amount of power on the tennis ball.

However, the tennis ball was like a feather, floating gently and flying back to Simon's court along the reverse diagonal direction.

Small ball?

Gao Wen did not take the initiative to attack, but chose to play a small ball in front of the net?

This time it was no longer a light hit like the previous ball. It was actually a small ball in front of the net, light and thin, floating over the net and falling into Simon's court.

Oops!

Simon was on the defensive and rushed forward at the first moment, subconsciously guarding against Gawain's small ball. After all, it had appeared more than once in the second set.

However, this time, Gao Wen had no mistakes from the beginning of his serve. His force control was perfect. There was almost no rebound force after the ball landed. Even though the trajectory of the ball was a little longer, it had no effect.

It landed on the ground, and then, tap, tap... the tennis ball bounced back and quickly fell back down, rolling all the way in the direction Simon was running.

Simon was powerless to save the situation and could only sigh at the ball.

Match point, save one more! (End of this chapter)