Ferrer is hitting the ball, and Gao Wen is preparing to receive the serve.

Ferrer is not a serving cannon in the traditional sense. His serve is mainly based on landing and spin, and then he starts to deal with the bottom line, and doubles are no exception.

But just like his nickname "Stable Man", Ferrer has no obvious shortcomings, including the serving link, continuous and stable output, and few flaws.

This also means that it is very difficult and risky to break the balance directly in the receiving link, especially when it comes to the end of the game.

Gawain gently swayed his body from side to side, watching Ferrer's serve -

Inner corner!

With a keen prediction, the calf kicked the ground, and the body rushed out in the direction of the forehand reflexively.

step!

It's just a big stride, without any further footstep adjustments, the body is completely stretched out, the forehand is pushed up, and the wrist is slightly flicked.

boom! Snapped!

Back and forth.

Although the posture is a bit awkward, the effect of hitting the ball is very good, almost like hitting the wall. The tennis ball just flew over and then hit back.

Slash!

No surprises.

Gao Wen still returned a slash according to common sense, and did not choose to take risks.

Verdasco adjusted his center of gravity in small steps, trying to move laterally to the right to grab the net. He watched Gao Wen's return, looking for opportunities.

tread. Tread.

When hitting the ball in front of the net, everything happens between lightning and flint. The most taboo is hesitation. Either step up or get out of the way. It must be straightforward and decisive.

One kick, one rush.

Verdasco had already rushed straight out, because Gawain's return line didn't completely avoid the middle line, which meant he could grab the net.

but!

Oops!

The footsteps had just rushed out, and the next second he realized that there was a slight deviation in judgment.

The slash was indeed a slash, but Gao Wen's wrist control was too subtle to be observed, but he hit a return serve that went over the net and dropped sharply.

Jumping over the net, as the name suggests, the parabola will not be completely full, but will start to drop rapidly after crossing the net.

Such as serving the net, such as surfing the ball with the ball.

Hitting the ball in this way can often return the tennis ball to the opponent's feet, destroying the center of gravity and swing space, making it more difficult for the opponent to return the ball.

At this time, very suddenly and very unexpectedly, when Gao Wen returned the serve, he returned a sharp drop over the net.

Obviously, this is a trap.

Gawain deliberately returned a diagonal line in an orderly manner, and the angle was not completely opened, luring Verdasco to grab the net.

But what if Verdasco hadn't grabbed the net?

Gao Wen didn't lose either, because the ball was dropped sharply over the net, and when it passed Verdasco, it would hit Ferrer, and Ferrer would most likely return to Gao Wen's side diagonally, and the two sides started at the bottom line confrontation.

but-

Verdasco grabs the net.

So what's the difference?

Originally, the normal hitting position should be near the shoulder, and Verdasco has already raised the racket high; now, noticing the rapid fall of the tennis ball, Verdasco hastily lowered the racket and was forced to complete the hit near the waist. ball.

The whole body movement is very awkward.

The elbows couldn't be stretched at all, they bumped against the body, and couldn't get out of position; then the upper body bent to the left to form a broad bean, let alone exert force.

Hastily blocked.

With a slight lack of surface control, the parabola of the tennis ball has already risen. It is obviously not Verdasco's plan to return the ball like this.

Immediately afterwards, a fluttering figure in white leaped across, raised the racket high, and pressed down with outstretched arms like a slam dunk.

The white crane spreads its wings!

It's Dimitrov.

Take off!

fly!

soar!

Relying only on the strength of his wrist, Dimitrov pressed down hard, with a heavy dunk and a smash, and the tennis ball was stunned to play the texture of badminton.

Fall to the ground and bloom.

boom!

Falling heavily, raised high.

Verdasco and Ferrer reflexively tried to continue chasing, but they stopped desperately just as they started:

The tennis ball put on its wings and flew towards the audience stands. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the golden sunlight all over the sky and turned into a shooting star.

Match point!

"9:7".

Match point, appeared.

In the situation of "5:7" behind, Gao Wen and Dimitrov simply scored four points in a row, turned the situation around, and got the match point first.

The audience is boiling.

"Wow!"

Dimitrov couldn't believe his eyes, just landed, and then jumped high and flew up, his white jersey flying in the wind.

Landing and turning around, Dimitrov looked at Gawain with joy, opened his arms, and ran towards Gawain at a trot.

"It worked!"

"It really worked!"

Then, the two jumped up at the same time, raised their right hands, hit each other head-on, and completed high-fives at the commanding heights, with smiles blooming in the depths of their eyes.

Long time no see.

Dimitrov hasn't felt such pure happiness and joy in a long, long time, not even when his career breakthrough took place at Wimbledon last year.

He almost forgot that tennis is not a kind of burden, not a kind of pressure, a kind of confusion, a kind of struggle and a kind of anxiety; at the beginning of all stories, tennis is a kind of unknown, a kind of exploration, a kind of attempt, standing on both feet Learning to swing and hit the ball in tennis is pure joy.

Sports, before becoming a competition, should first be a kind of enjoyment of releasing oneself, pursuing challenges, and breaking through the limit. The joy of sweating and the passion of immersing yourself in every run, every swing, and every confrontation are vivid and vivid. feel the beating of the heart.

Like now.

At this moment, what Dimitrov was thinking about was not winning, but jumping, swinging, timing, hitting, it was as simple as that.

A bold but subtle change from Gawain tipped the balance, and the plan worked.

At the moment of his high leap, Dimitrov felt free again.

Joyful, stirring and colliding in the chest cavity.

"So, how do you plan to play the next point?" Dimitrov asked with a smile on his face, with a hint of anticipation.

Gao Wen didn't answer, but instead asked, "You are in charge of receiving the serve, how do you want to hit it?"

Match point, but it is still Ferrer's serve, how should they deal with it?

Dimitrov's smile froze slightly, and the pressure seemed to return. Once the brain started to work, intricate thoughts rushed in.

Gawain didn't say much, but gave Dimitrov an encouraging look.

After a little hesitation, Dimitrov still spoke. Although he was a little hesitant and not very confident in his words, he finally began to express his thoughts.

"It's better..."

After finishing speaking~lightnovelpub.net~ Dimitrov was not sure, and raised his eyes to Gawain, as if he was asking for his opinion.

Gao Wen showed a smile and nodded slightly to express his affirmation.

No words are needed, a look and an expression are enough.

Then, Gawain raised his racket and gestured to Dimitrov, who subconsciously raised his racket, and the two collided with the racket.

It's as if the two sides touch each other's sword tips before the fencing begins.

After that, Gawain turned around and trotted towards the net. Dimitrov looked at Gawain's back and relaxed his nervousness:

No matter what, he still has teammates to rely on, doesn't he?

(end of this chapter)

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