Chapter 755 Return to Purity
"Think, Mackenzie, think!"
MacDonald secretly clenched his fists and calmed himself down.
Serve. Attack. Go to the net. High pressure.
The entire tactical combination and layout were very clear, and most importantly, it was sudden and well-executed. Gawain did not anticipate McDonald's coming to the net, so McDonald had already taken the absolute initiative, but was counterattacked by Gawain's defensive counterattack?
Whether it is a training match or a formal match, this point needs to be reflected upon.
So, what went wrong? McDonald carefully reviewed every choice and every shot, starting from his serve, trying to find the problem.
line!
McDonald's eyes lit up and he immediately realized the key: standing on the other side of the net was Gawain, who not only had an outstanding ability to predict, but also knew his own ball path very well. However, his own hitting line was still too regular and too conservative, from the previous shot to the high-pressure ball just now, all of which were like this, and he was unable to break Gawain's prediction.
Therefore, even if you take the initiative, it is still difficult to control the situation——
In a fierce confrontation, it would be difficult for him to gain an advantage over Gawain.
Think! Think! MacDonald kept slapping his thighs, reminding himself over and over again.
The next point, Gao Wen serves.
MacDonald tried to grab a serve, but Gawain was still better and suppressed MacDonald with a close serve.
Didn't get it.
McDonald reflexively pushed the ball back to the middle with his backhand, and immediately returned to a defensive stance, waiting for Gawain's shot.
The entire connection of fast shots successfully formed suppression, compressing Gawain's hitting time, so that Gawain could not find too good attacking opportunities. He chose to return a shot in the deep middle area, further suppressing McDonald's hitting space and preparing for subsequent shots.
The round ball is formed in this way.
Back and forth.
Not giving an inch.
In a blink of an eye, the ball had been hit back and forth for more than twenty times, and Gawain and McDonald showed their comprehensive coverage ability in offense and defense transitions on the court.
A push! A grab! Without warning, McDonald entered the baseline.
It was originally a normal baseline shot, but McDonald's sudden action broke the balance, entered the baseline, took a big step forward, grabbed a rising point, and the whole connection speed was significantly accelerated.
Oops!
Gao Wen immediately realized that the situation was not good, and he pushed off the ground and moved in the backhand direction.
McDonald's racket head speed is slightly insufficient, and he is prone to mistakes when changing his backhand to a straight line, so the diagonal line is his usual route.
However, it can be seen that before McDonald is about to shoot, he turns his wrist outward and pushes the tennis ball out with a very light and soft movement.
straight line!
MacDonald actually came up with a straight line.
Gao Wen tried to start again, but he was still a little slow. He watched the tennis ball slip into the gap and fly out.
Score!
“7:1”.
Broken egg.
"ha!"
MacDonald clenched his fists and jumped up high, releasing his unbridled laughter without reservation. Even from a distance, one could deeply feel the joy radiating from his inside out, and the sweat on his forehead sparkled in the sun.
Because of the score, but not just because of the score.
It was more because I found the right breakthrough point in the game and confrontation; moreover, even in the face of absolute difficulties, I never gave up and refused to surrender. I persisted in my own way and got back on track. This was the most important thing.
Competitive sports are actually very simple and pure.
A smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth, as if he had just won not just one point, but the whole world.
Boom! The training ground erupted in a tumultuous round of applause and cheers. Everyone applauded Gawain and MacDonald. They were immersed in the game without realizing it, as if this was not a practice match, but a real showdown.
Roar, roar, roar! Ahhhh! The audience all started to cheer, and thunderous noises surged from all directions, applauding Gawain and cheering for MacDonald.
Elena couldn't control herself and jumped and cheered along with them -
Gawain always seems to have this kind of energy that can easily infect the audience. His dedication, enthusiasm, and fighting spirit are burning like... a little sun. As long as his feet are on the court, his games are always full of passion and tension.
Looking at Gawain on the court, a smile bloomed on the corners of his mouth. He raised his hands, clapped the racket with his left hand, and applauded McDonald.
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Little by little, Elena's mood brightened, and all the shyness and restraint, all the regrets and sorrows, disappeared in the sunshine.
Elena couldn't help but think back to their first meeting.
She stood in front of the library bookshelf, looking at the dazzling array of books in front of her but couldn't find the reference book required on the reading list. When she was racking her brains, a boy passed by behind her, noticed her dilemma, and asked politely.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
When she looked up, she saw that oriental face. His handsome and clear features were like the breeze blowing through the pine trees in early summer, mixed with the dry fragrance of sunlight and soil. It was not strong or ostentatious, but lingered on her fingertips for a long time.
He helped solve her problem.
"You're welcome, welcome to UCLA," he said.
Before she could ask his name, he had already turned and left, until they met again in a large class.
She didn't know from when it started, but her eyes would always involuntarily look for his figure in the crowd. It was not a difficult thing. With that height and body shape, it was easy to find him. Then she would stare at him: seeing him smile, she would also smile foolishly; seeing him in deep thought, she could not help but be absent-minded along with him.
Those years were so beautiful, like a dream on a midsummer night, but before I could confess my feelings, the world had already changed drastically.
Then, he ran faster and faster, and walked farther and farther away, and he could no longer be touched or reached. That secret love was like a summer rainstorm, which came violently but disappeared in a flash.
Perhaps, she, he, they, all had liked such a person when they were young. They seemed so close yet so far away, within reach yet never really close. They just simply... liked each other, and this feeling ended before they could express it out loud.
When it’s late at night and everyone is asleep, I can’t help but wonder, if I had been more proactive, if I had been braver, would I have been able to see a different ending?
But they should not feel regretful, because at least in their youth, there was such a figure who lit up their world.
That's enough.
The reason why youth is beautiful is because of those reckless impulses... those imperfections, which are forever treasured deep in memory.
"Come on! Gawain!"
Elena shouted, finally no longer shy and reserved, and found her former self. She shouted out loud and her smile bloomed again.
(End of this chapter)