Chapter 1155 Three Kills Achieved

slash.

Paste the net.

Djokovic turned sideways for a forehand and cut a small straight ball. The return ball landed in front of the net in the forehand half of Gawain, almost touching the net.

This also means that Gao Wen must rush from his backhand bottom line to the forehand net line, which is the theoretical longest moving distance on a tennis court.

Obviously, before taking the risk, Djokovic also thought carefully. This shot forehand sliced ​​the ball, taking all possibilities into consideration; and all of this happened between lightning and flint, game experience and game wisdom The collision is vividly displayed at this moment—

The last round of forty-four beats.

It has an impact on both players, so Djokovic's sudden release of the small ball can not only save his energy, but also dissolve Gao Wen's advantage.

Gao Wen: It was really difficult for him.

The chest cavity is burning, and the hula-hula breathing sound is like a bellows, burning blazingly, every inch of muscle and bone is trembling.

That feeling is like running Lego blocks, running and running, every joint is loose, crumbling, and may fall apart at any time.

Therefore, Gawain had no choice—

Tread Tread.

Tread Tread!

Running, running at full speed, this was the only thought in Gao Wen's mind. Faced with continuous passive and continuous crises, his brain was completely purified.

hard!

Kick off!

Although the knees are trembling, the force of kicking the ground is getting stronger and more sufficient, clenching the teeth, bursting out the last trace of energy from the depths of the soul, sprinting strongly, using the inertia of speed and strength to control all the crumbling blocks, Try to maintain and complete the final blow.

At match point, Djokovic played to the extreme, and likewise, Gao Wen also played to the extreme—

To be precise, compared to the first set, the pattern at the end of the match was more complex, diverse and surprising, but this pattern was still familiar to Gao Wen.

The legs are burning, as if they are stepping on hot wheels.

Concentrate on.

Lifting his eyes slightly, he could see that Djokovic was also surfing the Internet quickly, taking small steps to cover up his positional intentions, trying to interfere with Gao Wen's judgment.

Tread Tread!

Gao Wen's speed has been raised to the extreme, but Djokovic's small ball line control is really good, so that Gao Wen has to be wary of hitting the net—

Once it touches the net, no matter how the ball is returned, it will be judged that Gao Wen lost the point.

squeak!

With one brake and one slide, Gawain rushed out, and quickly scanned Djokovic's final position from the corner of his vision.

No information, still nothing, Djokovic was sophisticated enough to watch Gawain's shots without any panic or impatience.

wait!

calculate!

In the blink of an eye, the game between Djokovic and Gao Wen was still at a stalemate. Then, Gao Wen had no choice but to take the lead.

If you continue to wait, you may miss the opportunity to hit the ball.

Gawain extended his forehand and appeared on the falling line of the tennis ball. The racket face was slightly tilted to the left. Just as Gawain was about to touch the ball, Djokovic moved—

Right.

Forehand.

Djokovic prepares to defend against the slash, beware of Gao Wen throwing a slash ball back!

Have!

Gao Wen caught Djokovic's starting footsteps, held the racket in his right hand, and watched the trajectory of the tennis ball falling for the second time.

Because Djokovic did not fully unload the force, the tennis ball was attached to the net, and after it landed, it was raised high again, and the vertical height was already higher than the net. This gave Gawain enough time to run and catch up, and even Gawain was left with a little time for fake actions.

The sneakers are on fire.

Muscles are bursting.

The joints are rubbing.

However, his mind was clear, Gawain only had the tennis ball in his eyes, and the peripheral vision of his vision lightly passed over Djokovic like a breeze.

The racket is lower than the net, just when it is about to touch the ball, the wrist slightly twists and turns, and the racket face is readjusted to the horizontal position. Gently skim the straight line, and—

push deep.

Light, agile, delicate, wonderful.

Soft but tough, simple but graceful, showing unparalleled processing techniques, like embroidery, weaving with needles and needles and flying needles to create eye-catching colors.

Tennis, dancing.

Spin, jump, lightly cross the net, and keep flying.

Djokovic's body had already rushed to the right, losing his center of gravity, but in the next second he saw the tennis ball fluttering lightly to his left.

The second start, but it was too late.

A dislocation, a rubbing of shoulders, just like this draws a gap, like an insurmountable galaxy.

The tennis ball, lightly, landed in bounds, even behind Djokovic, leaving ample space from the baseline and line changes.

Time, stay here for a short time.

Djokovic, with fluttering clothes, turned his head to look at the moon, his eyes were wrapped around the tennis ball, but his shoulders drooped helplessly, and his body was still moving in the opposite direction.

Gao Wen supported the ground with both hands, braked manually, and his body was in the splits state of a split horse. He would stop half a step in front of the net to avoid touching the net.

One left and one right, one goes left, the other goes right, just like this staggered positions, but both stared at the tennis ball, watching the ball stop beating.

In the end, it rolled out in one swift motion, drawing an end to the game—

Match point, cash out.

boom!

In an instant, the brain went blank, a volcano erupted, and surging emotions gushed out, burning all reason in an instant.

The audience is boiling.

Raise your arms and shout!

Cheers!

Standing ovation!

The heat wave was overwhelming.

Because of the splendor of this point, the offensive and defensive switching between you and me, the strong confrontation without giving up an inch, from the layout to the confrontation to the change and finally to the assault, everything is available. Both players have exerted their abilities to the extreme. Success and failure have been left behind, only wonder.

Because of the excitement of this game, the 160-minute fierce duel, the strong chemical reaction throughout, and it was completely detonated in the last point, with the tiebreaker, the bottom line duel to the front of the net. Full stop, everything, really couldn't be more perfect.

Words, at this moment, have lost their power, just shouting, screaming, clapping, jumping, cheering ~lightnovelpub.net~ like a carnival.

Roar, agitate!

For Djokovic, for Gao Wen, and at the same time, for this classic duel in front of us.

They, again witness:

For the third time in the season, Gao Wen defeated the world's No. 1 Djokovic for the third time. From Melbourne to Indian Wells and then to Miami, the three games were a Grand Slam final, a Masters semi-final and A masters final, full of gold, won the medal of honor for triple kills.

incredible!

From the club medal of "beating the Big Four" to the medal of honor of "the world's number one in three kills", Gao Wen is rising gradually, and the menacing challenger has completely overturned it.

Gao Wen raised his head, a smile from the bottom of his heart bloomed at the corner of his mouth—

Won.

Really won!

In such a way, to draw an end to "Djokovic VS Gawain 6.0", the taste is unparalleled.

ah!

Ahhh!

(end of this chapter)