Match Point: Chapter 101 kill suspense
"Match point (!
boom!
All the Bruins fans in the audience raised their arms and shouted, and the passion released in an instant roared mightily, and an incredible energy erupted from the entire stadium. The ferocious bulges of blue veins spread all over every corner of the field of vision.
"pretty!"
Sofar didn't hold back the applause, and the smile on the corner of his mouth bloomed freely.
"Gao Wen's line layout and attack selection are really beautiful! The most important thing is that step up! He took a big step forward to grab a rising point, breaking the balance in an instant, and Saramento's follow-up reaction obviously did not follow suit. In just two beats, it’s already powerless to recover.”
"pretty!"
"At the critical moment, Gao Wen showed his big heart, he dared to think and act, and his actions were very decisive and neat!"
"Now, Gao Wen has brought out the first match point of this game."
Sampras had already clenched his fists to cheer for Gao Wen, and the bright light in his eyes clearly showed the excitement and joy in his heart—
Not only because of Gao Wen, but more because of tennis, a wonderful duel, reminded him of those eventful years again.
"After the break point occurred, Gao Wen's attention was highly focused, he quickly calmed down, confirmed the cause of his mistakes, and found a solution to the problem. In both shots, he could see the well-thought-out overall layout and clean and bold shots. It’s a rare trait.”
"Often for young players, the more nervous they are, the easier it is to be tight, and the tighter the hand, the more nervous they are. Mistakes may be a series of mistakes, and they can't stop."
"The 2007 Wimbledon women's singles final was like this. Sabine-Lisicki (Sabine-Lisicki), who broke into the Grand Slam final for the first time in her career, was like sleepwalking throughout the game. She knew she was nervous, and she knew she was nervous. It takes restraint, she knows she needs to get in the game, but she just can't, and she loses the game without knowing it."
"Gao Wen was nervous, but he controlled himself. This is the rarest thing."
"Now, the pressure is on Saramento's side."
Sofar and Sampras were explaining passionately, expressing similar views by coincidence, which complemented the jubilation of the fans at the scene.
On the contrary, the two players on the court are the calmest, because they both know that the game is not over yet.
"Go! Brown bear! Go!"
"We are Trojans!"
The cheers from the fans on both sides erupted with incredible energy, and the strong collision created a turbulent wave. The golden heat wave burst in the air, and the roaring roar burned on the surface of the skin, as if you were in the crater of an eruption.
The love and hatred between the rivals in the same city reached its peak at this moment, no one would accept the other, and no one would admit defeat.
gurgling.
gurgling.
"Please be quiet, gentlemen and ladies. Please be quiet."
The referee has to maintain the order on the scene—the most special thing about tennis is that the referee needs to be the officer who maintains the order on the scene, controlling the atmosphere and rhythm of the scene. Their job is definitely not just to report the score.
"Gentlemen and ladies, the two players are ready, please be quiet, thank you for your cooperation."
The referee continued to control the field, and the Bruins fans saw that Gao Wen was standing on the baseline and was ready to serve, and finally calmed down first; the Trojans fans still made noises persistently, and even after most of the fans quieted down, they still remained silent. Here and there, here and there, there were distractions.
"Come on, Ray!"
"Victory belongs to the Trojans!"
The referee had to emphasize again, "Please keep quiet, thank you. Thank you!"
buzz buzz.
buzz buzz.
The scene finally quieted down, but the interval between one point and one point was really long, and Gao Wen and Saramento's attention was slightly affected.
Huffing and wheezing.
Gao Wen breathed heavily, adjusted his mood, deliberately slowed down the rhythm slightly, to ensure that his concentration could come back, carefully felt the rhythm of the beating heart, and then patted the ball to calm down the whole brain , to redeploy tactics.
Kick off. Toss the ball. swivel. swing.
boom!
Gao Wen did not choose to hit the serve vigorously, but cut an inside corner and aimed at Saramento's forehand.
Because he didn't use all his strength, but focused on control, Gao Wen's landing point was very accurate, right at the T-point where the two teeing areas meet.
Saramento took a sudden step sideways, raised his hand and swung the ball, and habitually returned the tennis ball to the center - in the last game, this tactic worked repeatedly.
But now things have changed slightly.
First, Saramento was under tremendous pressure, and the control of the return ball was slightly deviated. It was not completely in the middle, but Gawain backhanded slightly in the middle, and the landing point was also a little shallow.
The second reason is that Gao Wen has already prepared in advance, and it is impossible to be fooled again and again.
Therefore, it can be seen that Gao Wen has been in place ahead of time, adjusted his position in small steps, and set up his backhand with both hands like a fortress. The whole swing is very complete and full, just like a fully drawn bowstring.
Oops!
Saramento had already yelled badly at the first moment, realizing that Gawain might launch an attack abnormally again, his footsteps had already moved laterally to his right side reflexively, preparing to defend Gawain's backhand straight line!
Hoo hoo.
Hoo hoo.
Saramento was running at full speed, the wind howling.
boom!
Gao Wen's swing was very full, and his whole body moved forward following the swing, and then the tennis ball was hit solidly.
Whoosh!
The flat tennis ball was flying at high speed, and time seemed to slow down ten times and a hundred times at this moment, and the trajectory of the tennis ball's rapid rotation could be clearly seen.
Saramento was still moving laterally, but he was the first to realize that something was wrong when he stared at the tennis ball out of the corner of his eye—
Something is wrong!
Why do I seem to... run too far?
Saramento's sight had been pulled to the back of his shoulder by the tennis ball, and he realized it after half a beat:
This is not a straight line, but a small slash!
To be precise, Gao Wen did not aim at the dead corner of Saramento's forehand to hit the straight line of the backhand, but aimed at the center of the Saramento Stadium to hit the repeated line, retaliating the opponent in his own way. Saramento's return hits back, faster and deeper.
No tear angle at all.
Damn it!
Saramento realized that he was overrunning, and when he braked suddenly on his right leg, he wanted to push back again, but the strength of the soles of his feet was a little weak, and he couldn't push out. In the end, only the upper body eagerly and earnestly rushed out. After making a diving motion, he threw the racket directly.
No matter what, I always hope to touch the world of tennis ~www.mtlnovel.com~, it seems that it has stopped at this moment, those cheers, shouts, and expressions are all frozen in a millisecond.
But...it was too late.
Saramento just watched the tennis ball flying over his head and flying towards the bottom line fence. The slowed time returned to normal, and his body felt the pull of gravity again, and fell heavily. When it fell down, the ground was full of gold.
In the ear, the voice of the referee came.
"Game, high!"
It's over, all suspense is killed.
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