Chapter 795 Another Note
Rub, rub, rub.
The strong rotation of the tennis ball hit the racket hard, and the high-speed rotation rubbed the strings. The powerful force pulled the racket to shake, so that the wrist began to tremble.
Krajinovic tried to control his wrist, but everything happened too quickly. Before he could stabilize himself, the reaction force of the strings pushed the tennis ball back out.
whoosh.
A parabola.
The tennis ball just lost control, its rotation was completely released, and it flew diagonally, high and floating, like a kite with a broken string.
Oops!
Krajinovic followed the movement of the tennis ball with his eyes, praying silently that the arc of the return ball could be fully pulled out to prevent Nadal from finding a comfortable hitting position.
However, his prayers were in vain.
Nadal took a series of small steps to adjust, then took a big step back, and used both hands to hit the ball near his shoulders, completing a volley directly.
Solid and tough.
Obviously, Nadal realized the opportunity created by Gawain, and he was not going to miss Krajinovic's small mistake in returning the ball, so he rushed to complete the shot in the first possible time, even giving up the opportunity for a sideways forehand, and quickly completed the connection with a backhand, and the shot was completed.
Boom! Straight line!
The tennis ball flew straight towards Djokovic who was quickly approaching the net.
Everything happened so fast, in a flash.
Djokovic was still on his way to the net when he felt a tornado blowing towards him. It was too late for him to adjust his steps. He could only turn his upper body sideways and use his racket to make an awkward blocking and volleying motion in a small space.
A collision.
One push.
At the critical moment, Djokovic once again demonstrated his unparalleled hitting ability——
In any situation, any posture, and any action, Djokovic can always wrap the tennis ball softly and tenaciously and ultimately complete an effective shot.
It is also because of this that Djokovic is known as a "battling machine". This talent is unique in the entire professional tennis world.
This time is no exception.
Even though his body had lost its position and he had no time to find the exact hitting point, Djokovic still directly hit back Nadal's powerful backhand flat attack.
Bang! The tennis ball flew diagonally toward Gawain's half of the court.
Gao Wen was also at the net. After completing the previous shot, he pushed his feet forward vertically and rushed towards Djokovic's return like a rocket.
Take small steps and adjust in small steps.
The adjustment of footwork is very delicate and careful. He leans sideways to the forehand position, draws the racket early, and makes a powerful forehand swing.
The situation is very tense!
Both Krajinovic and Djokovic quickly adjusted their steps and positions, because they realized that Gawain's powerful forehand attack would definitely not be retained. They had to ensure the stability of their steps in order to obtain enough power to complete the defense at close range.
In an instant, the air condensed.
Then, you can see——
One rush, one tilt.
Just as Gao Wen was about to complete the shot, his forehand swing leaned forward slightly, causing the movement of his upper body to change as well.
Djokovic immediately realized the "fake move". If it was a regular forehand, the upper body should remain stable and should avoid leaning forward, otherwise it would easily destroy the structure of the force action; but now Gawain leaned forward, which also meant that it was not a forehand, but...
Forehand cutting.
It was too late. Everything was too late. Djokovic wanted to call out to Krajinovic, but everything happened in a flash. How could he be in time? Djokovic watched Gawain's forehand cleverly change from a drive to a slice, giving up the powerful shot and instead using a forehand side cut, the tennis ball flew out lightly and nimbly.
straight line.
The tennis ball flew in a straight line, falling rapidly and sharply, and in the blink of an eye it had hit the right side of Krajinovic's right foot.
Krajinovic's feet were firmly rooted in place, unable to move. He just subconsciously reached out to intercept, but failed to stop the attack.
The tennis ball fell diagonally behind Krajinovic's right foot, in a gap near the sideline of the court, a full half of the court away from Djokovic. Even though Djokovic had reacted, it was too late to save the situation.
Landed.
Rebound.
Then, it jumped out and disappeared in the golden sunlight.
The game is over.
"7:6(5)", "6:0".
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The sound of the wind is whistling in my ears.
Yeah! Gao Wen immediately raised his hands high, stood there, cheered and celebrated, his eyes full of disbelief, he couldn't believe they really won.
Turning around and looking at the other side of the court, one can see at a glance that Nadal is exactly the same as him, with his hands raised high, a bright smile on his lips, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes can clearly feel the overflowing happiness and joy.
victory!
Who could have thought that in their first doubles partnership, they would win three games in a row and advance to the finals?
This is definitely a pleasant surprise.
On the other side of the court, Krajinovic and Djokovic stood where they were, maintaining their original movements, unable to recover immediately.
Because everything happened too fast, not only because the second set was lost too quickly, but also because the last two points in the last game were lost so easily after struggling for so long. A sense of nothingness just invaded me, so that my muscles stiffened slightly, and I was nailed to the spot.
The game is over, it's finally over.
Although Djokovic tried his best, doubles was not his strong point after all. He ended up losing in the second set and was eliminated miserably.
Djokovic felt a little uncomfortable.
He understands the truth: victory is victory, defeat is defeat, and it has nothing to do with the score. Losing in a game seven or losing by a score of "0:7" are the same. However, real life is often not like this, just like in a football match, losing in a penalty shootout is different from losing by a big score of "0:7".
Raising his eyes, Djokovic stared at Gawain across the net.
The young man rushed towards Nadal with a smile on his face, and the two of them started celebrating again, high-fiving, fist-bumping, and finally bumping shoulders. Laughter bloomed proudly under the scorching sun, and that pure and passionate happiness blossomed with brilliant colors.
Once, twice... this is the third time.
This was his third loss against this young man who suddenly emerged.
Of course, people will say that today is a doubles match and there is no need to take it to heart; but for Djokovic, losing is losing, whether it is singles or doubles, the feeling of losing is always the same.
He needs to remember, and he will remember it well.
What's more, he swallowed a duck egg today.
Deep in his eyes, the flame of fighting quietly ignited, but Djokovic soon lowered his eyelids, took a deep breath, and when he raised his eyes again, he had returned to normal.
The horn has just sounded.
(End of this chapter)