run, sprint, sprint—

On both sides of the net, Gawain and Tsonga were like a high-speed train colliding head-on. The superposition of speed and speed shortened the distance between the two at the speed of light, and the hunting wind swept across in a mighty way.

Huh!

In the audience, the breathing was cut off in an instant, and even the beating of the heart was pressed to pause, hanging high behind the throat, temporarily cutting off the veins of time.

From Gao Wen's inconceivable return of the serve to the sparks of the two players' follow-up reactions, accidents followed one after another, smashing down head-on and face-to-face.

There are stars in the eyes, dizziness, and dazzled.

In just a short moment, you can notice that Tsonga's movement is a bit heavy and clumsy, while Gawain's movement is light and agile. Although Tsonga starts a little faster, Gawain is in place first, tall and strong His body forms a wall of nuts just in front of the net.

Tsonga's mind tensed slightly, and he stuck out the racquet in his hand, trying to shake Gao Wen with his wrist, but he could notice in a blink of an eye that Gao Wen was not moved at all, and left it to Tsonga With so little time and space left to hit the ball, he had to.

One pick, one push.

Tsonga is still a typical straight forward, without fancy or skill, with his face open, he pushes hard towards Gao Wen's backhand position.

Strength, instant.

In the crisis situation, Tsonga still did not forget that this is a competitive game, although he did not want to poke Gao Wen's weakness, but he had to do so.

Therefore, Tsonga chose to break through from the backhand position where Gao Wen lost his attack power.

Then.

Gao Wen's figure appeared.

Apparently, Gao Wen's attention was also protecting his backhand position. His footsteps approached and pressed very fast, and he was already rolling forward with a big stride. Holding the racket with both hands, he didn't choose a technique, but like a fan, covering his head and covering his face. Jump straight forward.

Cull.

In an instant, there was a burst of power, the arm straightened, and the block hit.

boom!

There was a crisp sound, comparable to a metal baseball bat hitting a baseball accurately to form a home run.

bang.

The tennis ball has turned into a light and shadow, and drilled out from under Tsonga's forehand arm.

landing.

rebound.

burst.

Net volley, score—

Belongs to Gawain.

"30:40".

match point.

Match point, appeared.

"ah!"

Sampras himself didn't realize that the trembling sensation rose from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, his whole scalp was numb, and it seemed that his soul was trembling along with it. Before his brain could respond, he had clenched his hands into fists and stood up abruptly. Arise, roar like a lion, burst with passion.

boom!

The audience is surging.

"God, oh God!"

"There's a match point."

"Unbelievable, unbelievable, fantastic."

"Jesus Christ!"

"Who would have thought that after going through injuries and accidents, the one who got the match point first would still be Gao Wen?"

"With his unyielding and tenacity, Gao Wen worked hard in the desperate situation, and relying on his patience, he finally found the right time."

"This is the first time in 40 minutes that Gao Wen took the lead in Tsonga's serve, and once he took the lead, he won a match point."

"At this point just now, Gao Wen's inspiration, touch, intelligence, and timing of exerting force, everything is perfect."

"We always say that it is rare for young players to play wonderful tennis when they are in their best form, but this is just the basic; a real master and a real superstar should be in his long career, even if It is a low state, even if you are injured, you can still play wonderful tennis."

"Now, Gao Wen is showing his maturity and wisdom."

"Wow."

"God, wow."

"Match point!"

"Next, we need to see how Tsonga handles the point."

The stadium is boiling, like a volcano, completely boiling.

However, calm down a little, and a few viewers can discover—

Gawain didn't celebrate.

Gao Wen, who always found the right way at the right moment to pull the momentum and aura of the game to himself, did not celebrate this time.

He bent down slightly, covered his abdomen with his left hand, panting heavily, and he could clearly see pea-sized sweat dripping down continuously.

Just now, for a moment, the abdominal muscles pulled again. It didn't hurt, but the breathing was cut off like this.

He needs a breather.

In fact, if possible, Gao Wen really didn't want to expose his shortcomings in front of the opponent. He hoped to remain firm and strong, and constantly put pressure on the opponent; expose their weaknesses.

The lungs are burning, even the oxygen breathed in is also burning.

Involuntarily, Gawain closed his eyes tightly, using all the energy of his spiritual will to control himself, then opened his eyes again, and quickly clenched his fists to cover up his slightly trembling fingertips.

hold on.

Gao Wen secretly warned himself that he needs to be steady, don't be in a hurry or anxious, take it step by step, and find a way to fight within his ability.

Although this is not easy, he has gradually figured out some ways now.

"Next point".

What he needs to focus on is the next point, not the last point. Once the idea of ​​"the last point" occupies his mind, his judgment and shots may be biased. This is precisely the last variable that is needed now.

So keep calm.

"30:40".

Gao Wen stood up straight again, turned around and walked towards the bottom line, the light in his eyes became firm again.

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Tsonga was ready to serve and waited for Gawain to return to the baseline before he began to hit the ball.

Forehand? Or a backhand?

Gao Wen was calculating, and Tsonga was also calculating. The game between the two players spread, and the tension in the air could be clearly felt.

The answer is close.

Tsonga changed his serve tactics, did not pursue ACE, but used close body to press the forehand serve to form a check.

And, it worked.

Gao Wen's forehand was completely squeezed, coupled with the strain of his abdominal muscles, the entire turning movement was obviously affected, and he couldn't control it even with force, and the parabola of returning the ball lost control and rose slightly. Obviously not suppressed, Tsonga was directly given an offensive opportunity.

Tsonga, didn't miss it, adjusted his footsteps a little, and the forehand has already started directly—

Hammer hard.

Slash!

Hitting the ball, like a cannonball across the court, further broke through from Gao Wen's forehand position, tore apart his footsteps, and rushed over in a mighty manner.

Gawain snorted.

Stepping on the ground, it started instantly, and continued to run horizontally along with the inertia of the movement, barely in place, with a forehand pocket and a push, trying to push back with strength.

But...not enough, not nearly enough.

At this time, you can feel the impact of the injury again. The forehand leverage is obviously not enough, and the core strength of the body does not give enough support, resulting in insufficient control of the wrist and arm.

A top shot, but the quality of the defense is far below expectations.

Tennis, actually returned to Tsonga's position along the same route.

The sheep enter the tiger's mouth.

But this time, Tsonga didn't miss it, moved out of position slightly, hit the killer with the forehand directly, and hit the forehand with a backslash, and the tennis ball got into the big triangle of the bottom line of Gao Wen's backhand.

Fall to the ground and bloom.

Gao Wen, there is no chance at all.