Chapter 617 Facing the giant,

“6:6”, this is the score.

"6:6", this is the small score.

The second set of the game had come to the most critical moment. Gao Wen saved three match points in a row to tie the score. If the one match point he saved before was included, this was the fourth one. The stalemate between the two sides reached an incredible peak.

The entire center court was burning.

However, Gawain and Simon, who were standing on the court, had already entered a state of complete oblivion, and the noise and heat from the outside world were no longer important.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

After the two sides exchanged venues, Gawain was bouncing the ball and looked up at Simon.

It turned out that Simon raised his hand to indicate that he was not ready, so Gawain stopped bouncing the ball and waited for a moment.

Simon turned and walked to the backcourt, seemed to adjust his breathing, and then turned back to the baseline, ready to receive the serve.

He missed two serve-winning games and four match points. Even someone with nerves of steel would probably feel a little soft at this moment. Maybe he just needed to adjust his breathing.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

Gao Wen hit the ball again, and there was no apparent impact, and the entire rhythm was not disrupted.

Bend your knees! Push off the ground! Look up and watch the mustard yellow tennis ball fly into the gray sky, straight up and down, then swing the racket, the whole force movement is done in one go, the fingertips slightly retract, the power is fully released at the moment of contact with the ball, the whole body flies into the air, and presses down with all your strength.

Bang! The crisp sound of the ball hitting the ground exploded in the air, turning into a streak of light and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Area 1, outer corner.

Press line.

With a "whoosh" sound, he jumped out. Simon pushed off the ground and took a big step, but he was still a little slow, and the racket failed to touch the ball.

198 kilometers per hour, ACE!

"7:6".

Boom! In an instant, the entire stadium erupted with incredible energy like a volcano. Qiao Wangsheng raised his arms high and looked at Gao Wen, who was calm and composed on the court, with tears in his eyes. His heart exploded directly, and there was only a buzzing sound in his mind, and the world was surging with it.

However, the screams and cheers did not last long and were soon controlled. The fans consciously made a "hush" sound, but it was not a boo, but a sound to signal silence -

After saving three consecutive match points, Gao Wen has successfully obtained the set point in the second set. What they most want to avoid now is to interrupt Gao Wen's scoring momentum.

Quiet, they need quiet, as well as calm and cool.

In a rare move, the fans signaled to each other to be quiet, and the order in the center court was quickly restored, and then they entered a state of holding their breath and staring again.

The air was almost stagnant.

On the surface, Simon and Gawain were both unmoved and very calm, but the tense atmosphere in the air of the stadium was quietly subverting the situation.

Just by serving, you can see clues.

Simon chose to serve with his forehand at close range, which was a bit conservative, but it also meant that he was more confident in the tug-of-war in the round, and he used his serve to curb Gawain's powerful attack in the first three shots.

In fact, Simon also succeeded.

With the inventory in hand, Gawain was very daring and launched an attack from the first shot. However, Simon's serve still squeezed Gawain's swing, and the quality of his attack was not achieved. He also failed to make the final decision in the second and third shots, and then the two sides fell into a tug-of-war.

Backhand against backhand, backhand against forehand, forehand against forehand, forehand against backhand.

This was clearly the routine of a square ball. Even though Gawain took the initiative to change the line, his chances were average. He was unable to disrupt Simon's defense through rhythm, and the round continued steadily. In a blink of an eye, the tug-of-war had lasted for eight beats, and it looked like it was about to break through to double digits again.

Gawain realized that he needed to break the balance, so how should he break it?

Across the court was an iron wall. In terms of defense, it covered the entire court like a giant, with no loopholes in any corner. If he attacked rashly, the result would only ruin the situation he had created. He needed to be rational.

The more you face giants, the more you need to stay calm.

The more crisis you face, the more you need to stay calm.

Backhand.

Backhand.

Backhand.

Gawain pressed the backhand for three consecutive shots, and Simon would never change the line easily. The two players were in a stalemate at the backhand position, testing each other.

At this moment, Simon thought that Gawain was ready to hit a straight backhand, and moved his foot towards the forehand position, but he didn't expect that Gawain would hit a backhand for the fourth shot.

Sudden stop and turn.

Simon's second start was very fast. He returned to his backhand position and continued to hit the ball against Gawain. However, due to the shaking of the center of gravity of his feet, the quality of this return ball was obviously not as good as before, and the landing point was not deep enough. Then you can see Gawain immediately seized the opportunity and stepped to the baseline.

Oops!

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Simon was familiar with this scene. Gawain was preparing to seize the ascending point and launch an attack.

Simon's left foot slammed the ground again, and with a little push, his body rushed horizontally towards his forehand position. Gawain's two-handed backhand straight line was his famous weapon. Even if he was not in the best condition, this shot was still Gawain's most skillful and safest shot.

If he can't even hit a two-handed backhand straight line, it means that Gao Wen's condition is really at its worst.

Tap, tap, tap! Simon moved very quickly. He could see Gawain had already taken a strong step forward and grabbed the ascending point in advance.

Push off the ground! Turn around! Smash the ball!

The entire batting action was very smooth and elegant, but before Gawain touched the ball, the alarm bells in Simon's mind rang: something was wrong.

Gao Wen's entire batting motion was clearly a diagonal line, not a straight line! It was a diagonal line!

Emergency brake, change direction, and shift the center of gravity.

Simon's footsteps were completed in a flash, and his body rushed to his backhand position again, and then Gawain could be seen completing the shot -

The swing is full, solid and heavy.

Boom! The tennis ball rushed straight towards him along the diagonal line, like a torpedo artillery.

Ah! Simon stretched his body to the extreme. In the multiple shifts of center of gravity during the continuous sudden stops and turns, his footsteps remained stable and he successfully grasped the line. The racket became an extension of his arm, fully stretched out, completing an interception on the mighty trajectory of the mustard yellow streamer.

Just a little bit.

Just a little bit!

The racket had already touched the tennis ball, but it was one-third of a palm shorter. As a result, the tennis ball hit the top of the racket and rushed towards the referee's chair.

The giant's protective net was torn apart just like that.

Tear, a tiny crack, and then completely destroyed.

Bang! With a dull thud, the center court finally erupted without reservation.

Ah! Qiao Wangsheng jumped up high, pounding his heart again and again, feeling the power of his heartbeat deeply, his eyes full of tears, gleaming with the happiest and most beautiful dreams, and deep in his brain erupted a roar like a tsunami.

Four match points, two serve wins, Gao Wen, turned the tide, he did it, he actually did it! The game, from the edge of the cliff, is back on the same starting line.

"6:2", "6:7 (6)", the deciding set is here! (End of this chapter)