Match Point

Chapter 1704: simple and pure

The game has entered a new level. Both players have shown 100% performance in the current stage, and they are even constantly pushing their own limits.

Gao Wen, stay focused and sprint with all your strength.

Running from the right apex of the baseline to the left apex, his footsteps approaching, he knew he could hit the ball, but the question was how?

I glanced away from the corner of my eye, and as expected——

Federer, on the Internet.

At the critical moment, the King of the Grass still believed in his ability at the net. In the predicament of being completely suppressed in the backhand position, he tore out an extreme diagonal line. Without hesitation, his footsteps had already cut to the bottom line. Get close to the net quickly and cover the court with your arms outstretched.

So, this is another game.

What method will Gao Wen choose to break the net, and which route will Federer block?

Between back and forth, the tense atmosphere has reached a new height, and the central court is obviously hypoxic.

Then, Gao Wen's footsteps were already in place, but he didn't have time to adjust. He had to finish hitting the ball while moving at a high altitude. Amidst the turbulent bumps, he backhanded his hands with a posture comparable to an epee strike to meet him.

The body continues to rush forward, with the help of the inertia of the sprint, it extends along the inertia of the speed, and backhands with both hands with a hook and a top—

Backhand straight.

Gao Wen's famous stunt was reproduced on the center court, and the audience inside and outside the TV all held their breath.

Heavy and fast.

Sharp and tough.

Gao Wen's backhand broke the net in a straight line, and he exerted force in an extremely difficult situation, accompanied by a roar of a tiger!

"Ah! Ahhh!"

The tennis ball draws a mustard yellow light and shadow.

However, Federer paused and hesitated a little, because in the same round before, Gao Wen scored with a backhand slash, and Federer's judgment was inevitably affected, and he started a little slower.

One kick, one rush.

Federer's whole body stretched out like a white crane spreading its wings, with his right hand holding the racket, his body was fully extended, and he made a difficult yoga move.

Stretch, stretch, play to the limit.

near.

closer.

With a light flick of the fingertips, the position of the racket head completed the interception.

stop it!

Just when his body was stretched to the extreme and he lost his center of gravity, Federer showed his unparalleled touch before the net and rubbed it lightly.

This time, Federer lost his focus.

In that compartment, Gao Wen also lost his focus.

Sudden stops and rapid turns, the control of continuous emergency braking poses a severe test to the ankles and knees. The kicking force of the calf is obviously not enough, but in the state of ecstasy, the body is inconceivably controlled, and the center of gravity has been transferred with one kick. Immediately afterwards, he rushed out.

Tap, tap, tap.

The footsteps have just started, and they will be adjusted slightly in the next second—

Gao Wen thought that Federer would choose to cut the ball in front of the net. He was ready to cut into the baseline and leaned forward, but an accident occurred at this time.

Federer's forehand was extremely difficult to control when it was extended to the extreme, so he gave up cutting and putting the small ball, but pushed the long line.

The tennis ball, along the diagonal, flew towards Gao Wen's forehand and the bottom line in the direction of the big triangle.

In the state of full-speed sprinting, Gao Wen completed two consecutive detailed adjustments for one change of direction and the second change of direction, maintaining the speed amidst the bumps and turbulence.

The hunting wind, whistling by—

run.

At this moment, Gao Wen seems to have returned to those years of learning basic skills. Everything is about footwork and only about footwork. The boring basic skill training, he can't even pick up a racket or touch a tennis ball. He is obviously learning tennis but Keep moving in the field.

However, it was not until I grew up that I realized that those days of focusing on basic skills training were simple, monotonous, and pure at the same time.

It seems that just focusing on the one thing in front of you is enough. That kind of happiness and happiness is irreplaceable.

Tap, tap, tap.

Gao Wen returned from the top left of the bottom line to the top of the right again. His lungs were burning, his muscles were bursting, his knees were trembling, but he was very happy.

Stepping on the Hot Wheels, the speed has been raised to the extreme—

near.

Get closer.

Footsteps, stepping and kicking, pushing the body directly; but it was still not enough, even though he was able to touch the ball, Gawain had more demands on himself.

The upper body, holding the racket tightly, continued to stretch, stretched to the extreme, unexpectedly snatched half of the palm again abruptly, and then swung the forearm quickly.

With the forearm and wrist, he swung it hard.

Whip!

The footsteps have already reached beyond the singles line, the upper body is parallel to the ground, the forehand is hitting at the limit position, and a diagonal line is drawn with the wrapping of the wrist.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball, light and nimble, like a hummingbird, has no power but is light and agile, with the ultimate speed, crossing the court again, rushing diagonally towards Federer's forehand.

Tit for tat.

Don't budge.

The strong confrontation between you and me is still hidden in every touch of the ball, and then Gawain disrupted Federer's center of gravity again.

In front of the net, Federer had already moved his center of gravity to defend the straight line, but unexpectedly, Gao Wen pulled out an extreme slash, further tearing the angle apart.

In a hurry, Federer hastily adjusted his steps, started the second time, pulled himself back again, and extended his forehand to the extreme.

With no breathing room or room to celebrate, both players danced on the wire.

Federer also stretched to the extreme. For the second time in a row, he touched the tennis ball at the extreme apex of the forehand position, rubbing it point by point.

It's that light and simple.

It seems that the racket and the tennis ball have just touched each other, and before the wrist can be hooked, the tennis ball has already pulled a long fuzzy tail and flew back again.

Federer, very embarrassed, held the racket tightly with his forehand to support the ground, barely supported his body, and regained his center of gravity. He had completely lost his position in front of the net. He searched for Gao Wen's figure in the chaos, and then his heart contracted—

Surprised!

Because Gao Wen made a sudden stop and turned for the third time, and crossed the court along the small diagonal line again, from the forehand position to the backhand position again, to meet Federer's forehand return in a straight line.

Federer immediately realized that the quality of his return was not good, not short enough or long enough, falling in the half-court position, neither forward nor backward, which meant that Gawain had many different routes to hit.

Perhaps, the only thing to be thankful for is that the force is reduced.

Federer's shot removes all the power, lightly wraps the tennis ball and pushes it back, with almost no power, and the rebound height after landing is very limited, which also adds great difficulty to Gao Wen. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

Gao Wen ran wildly all the way, forgetting himself, like a rocket across the audience, the strength of his footsteps on the ground could even see clouds of green mist billowing.

two jumps?

No, just before the tennis ball was about to jump twice, Gao Wen had already pushed his body out with a sliding step, and billowing green air waves were set off on both sides of his steps.

Go on, go on, go on —

The two-handed backhand has morphed into a one-handed backhand, with a skinny sidecut between the tennis ball and the ground.

Then, with a flick of the wrist, the forearm followed the trend.

ah!

Power surges from the depths of the dantian.

rub it.

The tennis ball rose directly, high and floating, like a rocket, and disappeared into the golden sunlight that filled the sky.