"Match Point(
Qiao Wangsheng, holding his breath, stared intently at Gao Wen who was running wildly on the court, his heart beating like a drum.
After "4:4", in Simon's serve game, Gao Wen did not give up easily, and continued to hold on to the situation point by point, even catching up to a tie at one point.
It's a pity that Simon, who was as stable as Mount Tai at the critical moment, played better, won two points in a row, failed to send a break point, and kept serve again.
Then, there was a break between innings, and after a simple inspection by the medical staff to confirm that there was no other condition, the game continued.
In the serve game where there was no way out, Gao Wen was obviously exhausted, and fell behind "15:40" again, sending out two consecutive match points.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is still not much fuel left in Gawain's fuel tank, and the back and forth rounds of tug-of-war is precisely Simon's favorite and best game method. Very difficult indeed.
Some people may say, this is already a game with little hope, why should we fight to the end?
Perhaps it is a wiser choice to give up strategically. After all, this is only the semi-finals of the Masters. Gao Wen should have many opportunities in the future. There is no need to hit his head and blood. Be smarter and rational, and it will be easy A little bit easier.
But the problem is that life is like this, there is only a difference between once and countless times, if you choose to "take it easy" this time, then the next time you need to be more nervous and tougher, you may not be able to do it again. Because in the depths of his bones, there is no such persistence and passion.
Giving up becomes a habit.
Gao Wen refused to do so.
Therefore, Gao Wen was still running.
It was another round of tug-of-war. At this time, the number of rounds had accumulated to 18, and it seemed that it was about to break through 20. Gao Wen seemed to be unable to run anymore, and Simon, who was on the opposite side of the court, seemed to be able to continue to run for 10 rounds. After ten rounds, the fierce battle has truly become a literal torment.
However, Gao Wen was still fighting.
Kick off! brake! Turn!
work hard!
There is no transitional hit in the backhand with both hands, but when the footsteps are not in place, it relies entirely on the turning strength of the upper body to hit the ball forward.
Push! break out! freed!
Accompanied by a roar erupting from the depths of the dantian, the scorching sweat exploded directly, and it was obvious that Gao Wen's entire body was thrown out.
boom!
Very suddenly and very resolutely.
Backhand the straight line!
The long sword was unsheathed and appeared out of the sky. A thrilling straight line pierced the sideline of the court, abruptly nailing Simon's second defensive footsteps in place.
"Inside."
The linesman's gesture was very firm, pressing the line and hitting the ball.
"30:40".
Fifth, Gao Wen has already saved the fifth match point. If the three consecutive break points in the previous serve are counted, and Simon's two serve wins in the second set, then this It is far from the fifth match point.
Qiao Wangsheng's heart was surging.
But at this moment, Qiao Wangsheng couldn't shout "Come on", just quietly watching the stubborn and unyielding figure on the field:
He supported the ground with the racket, folded his hands on the handle, and then put his forehead on the back of his hand. His tall body bent like a cooked prawn, panting heavily, sweat the size of peas One fell down and landed on the field, blooming into the shape of a flower.
Qiao Wangsheng could even see that Gao Wen's knees were trembling uncontrollably, trying his best to barely keep his body standing.
Before the sound came out of his throat, Qiao Wangsheng's eyes were already filled with tears, he couldn't bear to watch it any longer, the scene in front of him was too cruel; however, he forced himself to continue watching, because Gao Wen didn't give up the fight, Neither can he, the battle is not over yet.
The entire center court was silent.
Huffing and wheezing.
Gao Wen felt that his chest was like a bellows, every time it rose and fell he could feel the burning of the billowing heat wave, and it became more and more vigorous.
The knees can hardly be straightened, and the calf trembles continuously, like a steel cable swaying in the strong wind. Every time I move, I can clearly feel the slight tingling of the dense embroidery needles penetrating into the pores, overwhelming, Even the body swayed along with it.
Plop plop plop.
Gao Wen listened carefully to the sound of his heart hitting his chest, it was strong and powerful.
Then, taking a deep breath, Gawain stood up straight again, straightened his waist, and walked to the bottom line again, ready to continue fighting.
Qiao Wangsheng didn't realize it himself, he clenched his fists, and his heart surged uncontrollably.
match point.
Gao Wen served the ball, second zone, outer corner.
Simon accurately predicted the line, and Gao Wen obviously had no strength to kick the ground, and the speed of the serve dropped all the way to 158 kilometers per hour, but Simon still did not rush to attack, and continued his usual style, hitting back in a regular manner, and forming a bottom line The deep zone is pressed, and the round ball is shaped again.
first. one go.
first. one go.
The tennis ball flying back and forth on the court involved the minds of the audience. In the blink of an eye, it had broken through twenty beats, and it was still going on.
One chipping.
On the 23rd shot, Simon's transitional slice was a bit insufficient~www.mtlnovel.com~ The landing point was shallow, Gao Wen immediately seized the opportunity, and entered the court with one step forward, ready to grab another Ascend to attack.
However, the lack of power to kick the ground caused Gao Wen to step up a little slower, which affected the control of the hitting point. This also made Gao Wen more careful in his shots. He backhanded his hands very firmly and actively shot, grabbing At the rising point, attack with all your strength in the direction of the oblique line, and at the same time lift your wrist slightly up to avoid the parabola not being pulled up and causing you to get off the net.
Whoosh!
The tennis ball flew out, but at the same time, the sudden burst of force broke the balance of the body. As soon as the knee softened, it was obvious that the muscles of the left calf tensed up again, as if it was cramp again.
However, Gao Wen couldn't take care of it anymore, he focused his attention on the tennis ball, tapped his left foot, and supported his body with his right leg, still maintaining a defensive posture.
The mustard-yellow streamline broke Simon's predictions, and it was obvious that Simon was sprinting towards his right, defending his forehand, and worried that Gao Wen's backhand would make another straight line; in the end, Simon could only watch helplessly. Watching the tennis ball jump out in the opposite direction.
Time, slowed down.
The audience held their breath and stared at the tennis ball jumping out.
"Out of bounds!"
The line referee raised his left hand, very firmly expressing that Gao Wen's backhand slanted off the boundary this time, half the ball, very clearly out of bounds.
competition is over.
Gao Wen saved five match points and fought tenaciously until the last moment, but he still couldn't survive Simon. The last 24 rounds of tug-of-war was Simon's iconic long round. The oblique line went out of bounds, and he lost to his opponent in three hard-fought games to end his first journey in Shanghai.
It's over, it's over.