Chapter 66 Hidden Internal Strength

“0:15”, the referee announced the score.

Harris panted and looked up at Gawain on the other side of the court. Gawain lightly clenched his fist to celebrate, but did not cheer loudly. He looked back with a determined look, as if the return of the ball just now was really easy. In the understatement, the tit-for-tat momentum was overwhelming.

Harris's breathing paused, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, he licked his lips as if he could taste the blood, and then turned to ask the caddy standing at the back of the court for the ball, preparing for the next serve.

But Gao Wen noticed that Harris still glanced at the point where the ball just returned from the corner of his eyes. Although he couldn't see his eyes clearly because of the distance between them and most of the court, he could still feel Harris's emotional fluctuations.

The biggest advantage of serving a winning point is that, while scoring is important, creating psychological pressure is more important, especially for the server. To be more precise, this is a momentum point.

The horn of the decisive battle had just sounded, and the opening was a battle of momentum. Both Harris and Gawain tried their best to seize the commanding heights and suppress their opponents at the beginning, so Harris chose to serve, and Gawain similarly responded with a strong return serve.

Not to be outdone!

As the battle goes on, the smoke of gunpowder is spreading.

After the first point, Gao Wen did not leave immediately. He still stood there, looking deeply at Harris.

Even though Harris didn't look him in the face, the air in the stadium was surging and one could still feel the collision of momentum. Gawain was conveying his belief through his eyes, and the pressure and confrontation of momentum had quietly unfolded.

After a slight pause, Gao Wen retracted his gaze, jumped lightly twice on the spot, moved his knees and ankles, and everything felt good. Then he walked towards the second area to prepare for the second serve.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

The rhythmic sound of Harris bouncing the ball echoed in the court. He looked up at Gawain's position, then... bent his knees, arched his back, swung his arms, and served!

Swoosh! The tennis ball flew at full speed towards the outside corner, pulling out a large angle, still aiming at Gawain's backhand, trying to pull Gawain directly out of the doubles line.

The tactical intention is very clear, but Harris still hopes to pursue some speed and power, so the side spin is not thin enough, and the serve still lands in the deep area of ​​the serving area, which also means that the angle of the outside corner is not opened to the outside line, leaving some space for Gao Wen.

At the same time, Harris's eyes followed Gao Wen's movements. He held the racket with both hands, whether it was forehand or backhand, and was ready to hit the ball for the next shot.

It can be seen from the field of vision that Gao Wen's feet have been completely pulled out, and his body is stretched out like a roc spreading its wings. However, because he has to hold the racket with both hands, the stretch of his body is restricted to some extent, and it is difficult for him to complete the racket-drawing action under extreme conditions. In addition, the speed of the outside corner serve is quite good, and the time and space for returning the ball are squeezed by both hands.

In the end, Gawain could only use the machete method to cut the ball down hard, making full use of the contact between the racket face and the tennis ball to create a lot of friction, and barely sent the tennis ball back. However, at the moment of the racket, his wrist continued to cut down very covertly, adding a little tail force to the rotation of the tennis ball.

On the other side of the net, Harris noticed the way Gawain returned the ball and couldn't help but secretly clench his fists: It's done!

Harris's mind tensed up. His serving strategy had worked. Although Gawain successfully received the ball, he was not only unable to launch a counterattack, but he couldn't even successfully complete the regular shot.

Cutting the ball means no power and no speed.

Harris can now calmly prepare to return the ball, keeping his eyes fixed on the incoming ball and following it quickly.

Gawain cut a high and floating return ball, aiming at the wide diagonal line to draw a full parabola. His tactical intention was very obvious. He obviously wanted to lengthen the line, slow down the pace, and hope that Harris' return ball would be slower, so as to buy himself time to return to defense.

But because Harris' serve had the advantage, Gao Wen could only barely complete the return. It was very difficult to control the line. If he was not careful, the ball might fly out of the baseline and directly out of bounds. So Harris got to the position quickly, and in two or three steps he had reached the landing point of the return ball, waiting for the incoming ball.

Wait and wait.

The waiting time was a little long. Harris kept adjusting his steps, looking for the right hitting point and rhythm, preparing to give Gao Wen a fatal blow. Then, when the tennis ball finally landed, Harris adjusted with small steps, turned sideways to the forehand in advance, raised his hand and hit the ball hard with a downward pressure.

but!

The tennis ball spun more violently than expected, and bounced off the ground faster than expected. He had waited too long, and the ball seemed to come too fast. He had to shoot right after he swung the racket. Harris, who had been calm and composed, became a little impatient. At the last moment, he increased his swing speed and hammered down directly.

His body center of gravity staggered forward a small step, and he exerted force fiercely.

puff.

The tennis ball hit the net hard, making a dull thud, and then returned to Harris's court, rolling alone.

"oh!"

The audience expressed disappointment and were extremely regretful.

Harris hugged his head in disbelief. The ball with such a great opportunity actually went straight into the net. His knees went weak and he squatted down.

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"ah!"

In sharp contrast, Gawain clenched his fists tightly and roared like a lion towards the other side of the field. His passionate roar instantly raised the morale to a new height, and he declared to Harris with his fangs and claws that he was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

“Ahhhh!”

Gawain waved his fist vigorously, and all the Brown Bears players on the sidelines stood up with their fists clenched, bursting out with amazing energy.

"Wow, that's a very beautiful return, very, very beautiful!"

"We all know that serving is a skill that requires prediction and touch. The best serving players in the world today are Djokovic and Murray. They are very good at reading and analyzing their opponents' serves, and then use their top touch to wrap the power and speed of the tennis ball to complete the counterattack."

"This young player from the Bruins showed excellent prediction. He correctly predicted the opponent's serve line and rotation twice in a row, and then counterattacked twice with solid backhand attacks. One time he scored directly and the other time he caused the opponent to make a mistake. His performance was really eye-catching."

In the live broadcast room, Sofar was diligently using the spaces between the balls to provide quick commentary.

"On the surface, this point seemed to be a mistake by Harris, but in fact, the opponent's return serve was a hidden trick. The control of the entire spin was very special, with enough tail power, and the speed of the jump after the bounce was very fast, which obviously broke Harris's expectations. Moreover, Harris waited a little too long for this ball, rushed the shot, and shot too early, and finally got caught in the spin."

"Wow, I have to say, this young player from the Bruins brought a little surprise at the start."

(End of this chapter)