Chapter 90 The critical moment

Huh...

Gao Wen let out a long breath, forced himself to calm down, and looked at the spot where the ball had just landed. He practiced the backhand swing again, trying to find a more correct rhythm and strength for the shot. Then, he supported himself on the ground with the racket, put his feet together, and stood up again.

calm.

Anyway, missing this point will only return the game to a tie. You just need to try again and get the break point.

However, this is not easy, because facing an opponent like Saramento, opportunities are not so easy to come by. Every missed break point may come at a heavy price. Thinking about the fact that he missed two break points, his emotions could not help but surge.

"Come on, you can do it, you can do it, you should be the attacker, the challenger, you should lower your posture, unload your burdens and launch a challenge."

Gawain clenched his fists tightly and cheered himself up. After all, Saramento was a top ten player in the United States and the Trojans' top singles player, and he was the surprise attacker. No matter what the result was, he just had to go all out and perform at his highest level.

I clenched my fists, and clenched them again, and my mood finally calmed down.

Turn around and step back to the first area, ready to receive the serve.

Sacramento was already standing behind the baseline, waiting for Gao Wen to be ready, his determined eyes shining in the sun, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

In fact, Sacramento was also very frustrated.

Facing the opponent's unknown No. 6 singles player, even if he won by a sweeping score of "6:0", his father saw nothing to brag about, it was just a natural result; but now the two sides were in a stalemate, and the game was not at all what he had expected.

Sacramento was filled with anger and was very dissatisfied with his performance, very, very dissatisfied.

He needs to further improve his condition and performance, and now is the critical moment.

huff.

huff.

The sound of breathing rose and fell like a bellows, and Sacramento was observing Gawain's position.

Standard right-handed two-handed backhand player stance.

When in the first zone, stand a little closer to the inner corner, because the body is not easy to stretch and open for a two-handed backhand, the coverage area is narrow, and the footwork needs to be taken care of.

So, how should he choose his serve? As Sacramento watched Gawain gently sway his body to maintain the rhythm of his movement, he had already made a decision in his mind, bending his knees, pushing off the ground, and throwing the ball in one go.

The tennis ball was thrown high up, wrapped in a golden halo, and spun lightly. Then gravity pulled it down quickly again.

Swing your arms and hit the ball.

Saramento made a hidden outward movement with his wrist, which increased the friction between the racket and the tennis ball at the moment of the ball hitting the target, and a ball of halo dust exploded in the air. Just like an angry bird completing the accumulation of power, the tennis ball flew diagonally across the court with a higher and faster rotation.

The serve speed is 168 kilometers per hour.

The speedometer in the corner of the court immediately displays the speed of the ball after the racket collides with the tennis ball. Considering the average men's serve speed of over 180 kilometers per hour, this serve speed seems weak and is basically at the same level as the serve speed of women players.

This is clearly a single shot, but the speed is so low, what's going on?

but!

Despite the very low speed, the rotation and landing point of the tennis ball are very thin and shallow, just passing the height of the net and landing in the inverted triangle area on the upper right side of the serving area. It then pulls out a strong outward spin, and after landing, it bounces high outside the doubles line, tearing a large outer corner.

Sacramento gave up some speed in order to pursue an extremely thin outside angle, using the landing point and rotation to create a threat in the first serve. At the critical moment, Sacramento also made a bold and risky choice, taking the lead in looking for changes in the serve to disrupt Gao Wen's predicted rhythm.

Tap tap.

Gao Wen jumped twice lightly on the spot, and immediately noticed the slight changes in the face of Sacramento's racket, and responded reflexively.

Push! He stood firmly on his left leg and pushed hard, and his whole body flew sideways to the right. But even so, because he was standing close to the inner corner, he could still clearly feel the gap in time and space when chasing to the outer corner. He kept crossing his feet and pushing hard to sprint at full speed.

Whoosh!

The wind was howling wildly, as if all the gold in the world was flowing along with it, but his eyes were still fixed firmly on the rotation and trajectory of the tennis ball.

Too high! Too far! Sacramento fully avoided his height disadvantage, using his skills and characteristics to conceal his serve. The big outside corner was cut very thin, which also made the refraction angle of the tennis ball very large, and the angle between it and the baseline was almost more than 65 degrees; and after landing early, he bounced high, and the hitting point was about to exceed the shoulder line.

The only flaw is that speed is sacrificed.

Dengdengdeng.

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Dengdangdang! Gawain moved sideways at full speed, leaving the singles area in the blink of an eye, and then leaving the doubles area. The audience in the stands near this side of the stadium could hardly see Gawain's figure, but only caught a glimpse of light disappearing in the shadow area of ​​the stands. Only Sacramento was left on the court.

Huh.

The audience let out low exclamations, but there was still no noise, because the audience in the opposite stands could still see Gao Wen running at full speed. The high concentration of attention caused the noise inside the stadium to surge slightly before returning to calm, and they couldn't help but hold their breath.

whoosh!

The wind is howling!

Gawain's eyes were firmly locked on the fast-spinning tennis ball, but his footwork was still lacking, mainly because the outside corner was torn particularly wide. Even if his speed was a little slower, Gawain's positional disadvantage was completely magnified.

But it was too late. There was no time to continue moving sideways, because if he was any slower, the tennis ball would bounce higher than his head, and he would not be able to hit the ball normally. He had to grab the ball in advance, and the price was that he had to throw his body out directly.

So, push off the ground! Stretch! Dive! The whole person stretched out like a goshawk, and pushed off the ground with both legs to make the body jump into the air. After a short pause in the air, he swung the racket in his right hand and smashed it down high, making full use of his height and long arms to swoop down directly from top to bottom with a slam dunk-like action before the tennis ball continued to rise.

At the same time, he glanced at the position of Sacramento on the other side of the court.

He had returned to his position in advance, back to the center of the court. No matter what angle Gao Wen hit, he could start defense at the first time. He was indeed a player who started with defense.

Gawain's mind remained clear, without any random thoughts or hesitation. He retracted his gaze, still focusing on the racket and the tennis ball. The more critical the moment, the more focused he was; the more dangerous the moment, the more involved he was. All his energy was concentrated on the tennis ball.

His eyes were burning.

(End of this chapter)