Chapter 700: Newborn Calf
"Incredible!"
"incredible!"
"What is happening right now? What is going on right now?"
“Forehand!”
“It’s actually a forehand!”
In the studio, the commentator has gone crazy, his words are like a machine gun sweeping through thousands of enemies, his brain has completely lost the ability to think, and he just lets the words pour out continuously, his cheeks are flushed, his fists are clenched, as if he is drunk, and there is only a roar in his mind.
"Facing Djokovic's consecutive match points, Gao Wen showed a top-level championship-level performance from the forehand position."
"One sideways forehand and one volley forehand, not only violent but also resolute, two consecutive shots found an almost impossible ray of hope near the sideline, tearing open Djokovic's airtight defense, and scoring the winning points with unparalleled performance to save the match point."
“The game continues!”
"Who would have thought that the one who stood on the edge of the cliff and fought for Gawain's life was actually Forward?"
"In fact, in the last match against Raonic, Kovan had already shown his excellent ability in the forehand position, and his overall stability and offensiveness had improved. But in this match, facing the world No. 1, Kovan went one step further and completed an incredible winning point with his forehand, completely breaking Djokovic's prediction."
"twice!"
“Two consecutive forehands!”
"God! Gao Wen has saved four match points. Facing the world No. 1, the young US Open champion really showed the unyielding youthful momentum."
"Gawain is just like the legendary girl knight, with her sword unsheathed! She is brave and fearless! She fights to the end! She fights back with courage! She ignites the fire with her fighting spirit! She waters the battlefield with her blood! She is elegant and sharp, cool and brave! This match is even more exciting than the semi-final in New York."
"The game isn't over until the last ball hits the ground."
"God. Oh, God."
“Incredible!”
Roar, roar, roar! Ahhhh! The entire stadium was boiling. No, to be more precise, it should be crazy, irrational madness, bursting out with amazing energy.
You can clearly feel the rolling heat waves on the surface of your skin. Every pore on your body opens up, and you can feel and enjoy this madness to your heart's content.
So charming.
Interestingly, the two players on the court were the calmest and most stable people at the scene. They were all ready to continue the game, but the storm still took a long time to calm down. Everyone seemed to have lost their minds and turned into ruthless screaming machines.
The referee had to remind the player three times and control the situation before the game could continue.
In the tie-break, “6:5”, it was still Djokovic’s match point, but the small difference was that this time it was Gawain’s serve.
However, standing opposite Gao Wen is the player with the best serve receiving ability in the world.
Plop. Plop.
My heart is beating wildly, not because of nervousness, but because of excitement, boiling and joy. Every cell in it is enjoying the madness of the moment.
In fact, Gao Wen's physical strength was approaching the limit, and his mouth was very dry, but he knew that he could still hold on a little longer. As long as he gritted his teeth and got through this stage, a new situation would open up next. He was so absorbed in the game that he temporarily forgot about his chest that was heaving like a bellows.
Just feel, carefully feel the strong and powerful pulse.
District 2.
Snap. Snap. Snap.
Gao Wen was also bouncing the ball. He looked up at Djokovic and then, without hesitation, he -
Toss the ball.
The tennis ball flew lightly, disappeared into a dazzling array of lights, and then reappeared spinning rapidly. The entire serving action was smooth and continuous.
All in one go.
Bang! The tennis ball flew out.
Inside corner, press forehand.
Bang.
Pop.
A beam of light crossed the entire court, and Djokovic... misjudged his prediction. He thought Gawain would choose to serve close to the opponent again, so his footwork was a little slow.
Then, the tennis ball flew out.
ACE!
Swish, swish, swish. The speedometer in the corner of the court refreshed the serve speed to 200 kilometers per hour.
"6:6".
Match point, save one more.
Wow! The entire audience stood up instantly, as if there was a hedgehog hiding in their seats. They couldn't sit still at all. One by one, they raised their arms and shouted with abandon. The densely packed arms spread out in a mighty manner, like a birch forest.
This was Gao Wen's third ace in the second set, and it came at the most critical and important moment.
Gawain did not roar, but just clenched his fists and stared at Djokovic with scorching eyes, not hiding the murderous intent in his eyes at all.
In this head-to-head confrontation, Gawain once again demonstrated his willpower as a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger. Even when he was pushed to the extreme by Djokovic, he still did not give up. Not only that, he also launched a counterattack relentlessly.
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So, what's next? A storm.
The attack from Djokovic was impenetrable, turbulent, and continuous, surging towards Gawain.
This point was scored on Gawain's serve. Djokovic did not play it safe and completely let go and launched an all-out attack.
Gawain's inside corner serve failed to control the line and angle, and Djokovic's forehand push to the deep zone was very clever, limiting Gawain's return. Then Djokovic launched a rare stormy attack with his forehand.
One shot, diagonal.
One shot, backslash.
One beat, repeat the landing point.
One shot, diagonal blind spot.
One shot, backslash skateboard.
From forehand to forehand, and then back to forehand, Djokovic truly demonstrated the world's number one's strong control ability.
Strength? Actually, it was not full strength, at least not the unreasonable strength like Del Potro or Wawrinka, but a strategic strength, mainly to control the line and landing point, combined with the change of rotation and rhythm, continuously leading the attack, and gradually putting Gao Wen into trouble.
It's like being in quicksand.
Shot after shot, Gawain was forced to run all over the court, from left to right and from right to left. Even though he tried to change the situation with his own shots, the quality of his returns was always a little bit lacking and was always easily resolved by Djokovic, who used his "bone-dissolving palm" to make Gawain suffer.
Six beats.
A full six forehand attacks.
Gawain covered the entire court in a panic, and finally used his forehand to pull out a strong topspin, which was very thrilling on the baseline, making the audience break out in a cold sweat, and successfully squeezed Djokovic's swing space.
I originally thought that even if the situation could not be reversed, at least it could be alleviated.
However, Djokovic showed his flexibility and also hit his forehand in a circle, not a flat shot with force, but a parabola of an upward spin loop.
As a result, the return ball landed on the baseline of Gao Wen's backhand position, which was also on the line, and there was a suspicion of going out of the line again -
There was a suspicion that two consecutive return balls would go out of bounds, but the linesmen on both sides judged that the balls were within bounds. The exclamations in the stadium completely broke the silence.
It was precisely because of this that Gao Wen still could not get rid of the predicament. He tried to draw a diagonal line with his two-handed backhand, but the swing movement was squeezed and he could hardly stretch out, so the return line could not be torn open, and then fell into Djokovic's forehand.
Seven beats.
Eight beats.
Nine beats.
For nine consecutive shots, Djokovic's forehand control ability was fully demonstrated: killing you gently.
(End of this chapter)