Match Point: Chapter 1562 grit your teeth

—Huff and puff.

His lungs were burning, and Gao Wen had already entered an anaerobic state. He returned the ball with a forehand without tearing the angle, and returned to the position slightly behind the forehand in the midfield. He continued to send the tennis ball back to the opposite side, waiting for Isto Ming's attack, this is already the twenty-fifth shot.

-"ah!"

Even if it is an ordinary shot, Istomin still needs to use the release of his voice to seek the combination of strength. Only in this way can he complete the force. He tried to strike a forehand in a straight line, breaking Gawain's left and right movements. Inertia, create opportunities for yourself.

-Well!

Gawain let out a muffled snort, and his footsteps were indeed a little slower. As a result of the long tug-of-war, the strength of his knees on the ground obviously couldn't keep up.

Don't forget, this is already the third set, and the two players fought for more than two hours in the 35-degree hot weather of Wimbledon.

Although the pace of the game on the grass is fast and there are not many rounds; but the physical consumption is also an objective existence, and both players should be close to their physical strength.

Obviously, Gao Wen's footsteps were a little slower, so that he didn't have enough room to swing the ball. In the end, he couldn't hit the ball with a backhand. Anti time.

On the grass field, thanks to the low bounce, the chipping ball is undoubtedly a very, very important weapon. Through the combination of unloading force and rotation, a low bounce return ball can be produced to limit the opponent's attack and gain an advantage for yourself. As a defensive means, but also an offensive means.

Federer is best at using slices to change the rhythm of the game and break the balance to create offensive opportunities for himself.

Now, in a passive situation, Gao Wen cut a slash to try to buy time for himself. This is also a tactic.

-"ah!"

However, Istomin didn't buy it, and started to attack with a backhand with both hands without hesitation. With topspin, he flew over the net at low altitude in a loop ball similar to a table tennis ball, and made a full-scale attack towards Gao Wen's backhand position. power attack.

-bass.

On the opposite side of the net, Gao Wen cut another shot.

— "Ah! Ahhh!"

Istomin continued to exert strength. Instead of turning sideways forehand, he insisted on backhanding with both hands to draw a diagonal line. The angles were slowly torn apart. Standing in his backhand position, burning the last energy, launching continuous attacks.

- Huchi, Huchi Huchi Huchi.

Gao Wen was very embarrassed, very very embarrassed, because he was worried that Istomin would hit the straight line, and he kept trying to return to the defense. As a result, Istomin aimed at the backhand position for the third consecutive shot, and the angle was getting wider and wider. As for Gao Wen's return to his position, it became more and more difficult.

Finally, at the moment of crisis, Gao Wen stretched his body to the extreme with a split. He used his sliding step on the clay to the grass, and converted his two-handed backhand into a one-handed backhand. , cut back again.

Embarrassment, it is indeed embarrassment, but embarrassment is one thing, Gao Wen's attention is still fully concentrated, his burning lungs are tingling faintly, but it makes his brain more and more awake and focused, and the depths of his throat surge. The **** breath completely detonated the high-spirited fighting spirit—

focus!

He needs to focus!

The more difficult the crisis, the more you need to focus!

Grit your teeth and keep going!

Into a state of complete ecstasy.

Pushing on the ground, supporting, using both hands and feet, the flexible waist and abdomen quickly supported the body to stand up, but the wobbly inertia was still pulling.

Going counterclockwise, quickly complete a 270-degree circle without pausing, and the body has already galloped towards its forehand position in an all-round way.

tread!

Tread Tread!

The soles of the feet can clearly feel the silky friction between the sneakers and the grass, just like skating. The whole world turns into a halo in the midst of the lightning, and a white burst bursts out of the green sky, golden sunshine. Infiltrating every corner of the field of vision.

tread! Tread Tread—

Run, sprint, get carried away!

In the line of sight, Istomin keenly captured a series of movements at the first time, stepping, stepping forward, grabbing points, and backhanding with both hands.

Straight line, neutral, crisp and clean.

Sure enough, accurate prediction.

With Istomin's character, the angle of the backhand has been completely torn apart by three consecutive backhand shots. The next shot must be a straight line.

In fact, in such a situation, the best effect can only be achieved by changing the batting technique, or the time difference, or going to the net with the ball to break the balance in different ways.

In the big four games, you can often see such shocking choices; but Istomin is not—

So, he chose straight-line neutral.

Therefore, Gao Wen accurately predicted.

The last slash was a defense, and at the same time, he deliberately slowed down the rhythm to buy himself time to return to defense.

Sprint, sprint with all your might.

Gao Wen could clearly feel the collision and friction of his knee bones, his feet stepped on the blazing fire, and his entire chest exploded uncontrollably.

However, the adrenaline is still bursting out continuously, just like the National Day fireworks display, the gorgeous and colorful lights tear through the darkness and light up the whole world.

Running, as if the body may fall apart at any time and must use the inertia of speed to continue, burning all the energy.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Istomin's position—

Move, defend, make up for the gap, and naturally, the straight gap of the backhand position behind him is slowly exposed like a sesame seed opening the door.

Running wildly, bending the knees, lowering the center of gravity, but the slightly trembling knees can hardly control the body, and if you continue to squat, you may fall apart.

what to do?

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Gao Wen simply gave up squatting, and instead performed a sliding split, the second consecutive split, using physical methods to lower the body's center of gravity, and gaining some time through sliding, his whole body was like an arrow flying off the string The dash descends, reaching the basement floor by floor.

Forehand, swinging the shot, the body can no longer turn, relying on the swing of the forearm, borrowing the strength to bounce back all the energy of Istomin's attack; at the same time, the wrist rotates at a faster speed at the moment the shot is released, and the last bit of energy is released.

ah!

The voice didn't roar out, it just stirred and burned in the chest cavity.

Ahhh!

Energy, unreservedly vented down, roaring in the ears.

Boom, whoosh, whoosh—

Between lightning and flint ~www.mtlnovel.com~ The tennis ball has already wrapped the energy of sparks hitting the earth, like a meteor, along the sideline, across the entire field, and falls quickly.

Time, stop at this moment.

The hustle and bustle of the audience froze, and even the heart stopped beating. Including Istomin, thousands of eyes followed the tennis ball across the audience.

Astonishment, amazement, shock, excitement, the surging emotions surged up, completely unaware of the uncontrollable trembling fingertips, staring intently, as if admiring the moment when the meteor shower fell.

fall.

landing.

burst.

Stormy sea!

—in bounds.

On the 33rd beat, Gao Wen counterattacked with a forehand in a straight line. With his strength, he accurately traced the trajectory of the sideline and fell into the dead corner of the gap behind Istomin, which was the longest in the game. A perfect end to a round, this point belongs to Gao Wen in the end.

"30:40".

The break point came up.