Chapter 70 Beyond Imagination
Even when facing Harris’s high-pressure ball with absolute advantage, Gawain still did not lose his focus, and then found the space to switch from defense to offense, an opportunity that was not an opportunity.
Push off the ground!
Swing!
Go forward!
Bang! At the moment when the racket hit the tennis ball, Gao Wen's wrists suddenly exerted force and speeded up, giving a powerful counterattack with greater force and speed. Even at the moment of the shot, the racket was slightly tilted outward, and then he could feel the tennis ball rubbing rapidly between the racket strings.
Although the ball was powerful, Gawain's hands were extremely steady, and one could even see a hint of blood in his eyes, like a wild beast.
Rub, rub, rub! Swing your arms!
Shoot!
Gawain swung his hands in a super big loop, like a crescent-shaped scimitar, and swung it out with all his strength. The next second, the tennis ball could be seen rushing out fiercely.
The tennis ball seemed to "disappear" briefly because of its high speed, and when it reappeared the next second, it had already flown out at full speed in a straight line, with a little bit of external rotation.
At the last moment, the subtle change of Gawain's wrist changed the subsequent flight trajectory of the tennis ball, and the powerful tail force dragged a blurry light and shadow in the air.
Damn it!
After Harris completed the high-pressure shot, he immediately noticed that Gao Wen appeared in his batting line and still did not give up the shot. This immediately made Harris panic. He thought that this high-pressure shot would be able to score! Surprisingly!
Harris' heart was beating wildly, and he almost exploded. Reflexively, he took small steps to adjust himself after landing on the ground again, trying to regain his balance in the chaos and try to complete the defense immediately -
From attack to defense, from defense to attack, it’s actually just a matter of hitting the ball.
Harris noticed that Gawain's backhand was steady and solid, and he reflexively moved to his forehand position to defend. However, before he could adjust his feet, he just stretched out his racket hastily, and the tennis ball had already drawn a long streamline and landed in the empty space on his court at lightning speed.
Bang! Whoosh! The tennis ball disappeared from sight in an instant and flew away.
"Game, great!"
The referee has announced the score. Everything happened too quickly. There was no time to breathe. The offensive and defensive situation had been completely reversed. The interweaving of advantages and disadvantages was wandering between heaven and hell in an instant.
The previous second, Harris was secretly rejoicing that his change of line seized the initiative and created an opportunity for a high-pressure ball; the next second, Harris was already in a passive position, lost the point, and also lost his serve.
"ah!"
Watching the tennis ball fall into the court to score the winning point, Gawain jumped high, raised his clenched right fist above his head, raised his arms and shouted, and his passionate roar burst out with incredible energy, like a roaring lion, releasing energy towards Harris on the other side of the net.
"Come-On"
Roaring, screaming, jumping high, venting passion wantonly.
“Ahhhh!”
“Ahhhh!”
Gawain hammered his chest twice, a bloody and violent aura bursting out of his eyes, and he declared his power forcefully and domineeringly.
In an absolutely passive and difficult situation, Gao Wen turned the situation around with his unyielding and powerful running. His accurate prediction became the key to switching from defense to offense. When Harris launched a powerful counterattack, he gritted his teeth and won the point, breaking Harris's first serve with a "love-game".
Roar, roar, roar! Roar, roar, roar! All the players of the Brown Bears jumped up with Gawain, raised their arms high, cheered and celebrated wantonly, and showed a bit of bloodiness in the desperate situation of playing away from home. The counterattack that gradually turned the situation around from the edge of the cliff aroused the boiling blood of the entire team.
The audience was stunned, some of them couldn't keep up with the pace: How did this happen?
Standing in front of the net, Harris' eyes flickered slightly, looking at Gao Wen who was shouting in celebration, and a mixed feeling rose on the tip of his tongue: What's wrong with this guy? He performed so well? Is he really the No. 6 singles? Harris's subconscious reaction was to turn his head to look at Cowell and ask with his eyes, "Is this normal?"
No, this is not normal, of course it is not normal! Cowell's mood was slightly shaken.
Even though Giron defeated Lamas and dragged the game into the final decider, Cowell still sat back and watched with confidence because everything was going according to plan. He believed that Harris had an absolute advantage and he believed that Harris could easily defeat his opponent. There was not much suspense about the outcome.
However, Gawain broke expectations with his actual actions. Not only did he not surrender easily, but he also scored four points in a row at the beginning and directly broke Harris' serve - even though Cowell had preset some difficulties, such difficulties were completely beyond expectations.
This was definitely not what Cowell was expecting.
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An ominous premonition gripped his heart. Could it be that... he really shot himself in the foot?
"calm!"
At the critical moment, Cowell still showed the demeanor of a head coach, quickly calmed down, strictly cut off all the random thoughts in his mind, and made gestures to Harris to calm down and focus on the game.
This is just the first game.
Tennis is like football. You will never know the outcome until the very last moment. In the transition between serving and receiving, opportunities are always flowing, the state will eventually fluctuate, and the situation will change in the blink of an eye, just like in the last point just now. The speed of the offense and defense transition caught people off guard.
It is also because of this that in tennis matches, the next service game after breaking the serve is often more intense, because the mentality of both sides undergoes subtle changes, and after the fierce confrontation, the breathing, physical strength and attention also need slight adjustments, which also makes the form of confrontation have many variables.
Cowell still experienced countless storms and soon calmed down -
The game has just begun! The competition has just begun! Even if the opening is off track, the next game may not be like this. Harris should do his best to pull the game back to the track he is familiar with.
Noticing Cowell's gaze, Harris calmed down a little.
But when changing venues, my mind was still obsessed with the previous serve. What was more disturbing than the fact that my serve was broken was the way it was broken. I was completely at a disadvantage and even suffered from psychological deterrence. This feeling was not good, very, very bad.
Harris quickened his pace a little, wishing he could complete the court exchange immediately and then create a good wave in Gawain's serve. Such urgency could be a motivation but could also be a pressure, like a double-edged sword, full of unknowns. It depends on how Harris uses it.
(End of this chapter)