Match Point

Chapter 1940: war of attrition

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Esdrachi's voice announcing the score echoed over Arthur Ashe Stadium, swirling in the minds of the audience and creating a storm.

Slowly, the brain slowly came back to reality.

Guaranteed...guaranteed hair.

Actually!

Standing precariously on the edge of the cliff, Gao Wen miraculously saved the break point to keep serve, finally ending the bad trend of losing seven games in a row.

Moreover, in the "30:40" situation, he scored three points in a row to reverse the situation. In just three points, the content was rich and diverse, opening a new door again.

In this way, we can stop the continuous downward trend! Actually!

incredible!

Unbelievable!

Although he did not come back from the dead, he continued to hope in a desperate situation, firmly grasping a ray of light, and barely succeeded in extending his life despite the suspense of victory or defeat.

This, this is really wonderful!

In the next second, all the thoughts and ideas in the brain disappeared, leaving only a noise, which turned into roars and cheers and filled the whole place.

ah!

Ahhhh!

It was majestic and vigorous, and the entire Arthur Ashe Stadium fell into madness, pushing the game to an incredible height.

"Pop! Fight!"

The simplest and most unpretentious sentence has become the most true and vivid portrayal at this moment, because their hearts -

Fighting.

Crazy, crazy, the whole place fell into a frenzy, and the power and heat of the heartbeat turned into a stormy wave, venting down in a mighty manner.

boom-

The whole place roared.

Djokovic:…

Involuntarily, he was slightly startled, and Djokovic also needed a little time to digest.

Although he didn't care whether he broke serve in this round, allowing Gao Wen to secure serve in such a way was definitely not the plan in his mind.

A strange strangeness quietly penetrated into the rock-solid confidence, watching the figure on the opposite side of the court, taking root and sprouting bit by bit.

Wait, this can’t happen...

Will not.

Will not!

Djokovic held his breath and stared at Gawain intently, his eyes burning and focused, trying to search for some clues.

The other side is separated by a net.

Gawain seemed particularly quiet.

There was no fist clenching, no cheering, no roaring, no jumping, not even a turning eye contact, no celebration at all.

Staggering and stumbling, Gawain finally had to use the racket as a crutch to support his body, and then barely avoided the danger of falling.

Whoosh.

Huhhhhhhhhhhh.

His chest was rising and falling violently like a bellows. He was obviously breathing heavily, but his throat felt dry, his lungs were burning, and he was still lacking oxygen.

His knees were weak, his muscles were trembling, and it was even difficult to stand. This was the first time in Gawain's career that he was experiencing such consumption and burning—

Sure enough, there is a lack of competition and confrontation. For a Grand Slam level event, the preparation process is still too short. With the best-of-three schedule of two weeks and five sets, the test will become more severe in the later stages. If there is not enough preparation, It is still too difficult to form inertia with enough confrontation.

but!

It's a dilemma, but also an opportunity.

If he can grit his teeth and persevere and survive this test, everything will be different. The cycle of preparing for the Grand Slam in the future may not need to be so long, and he will not be unprepared to encounter a similar situation again in the future. Growth and transformation are things that the system cannot provide.

call.

call…

Taking deep breaths and continuous deep breaths, Gawain used the racket to support his body and slowly adjusted his breathing rhythm, as if he had been fished out of the water.

Then, he stood up straight again, straightened his waist, and the corners of Gawain's mouth slightly raised.

It is joy and happiness.

This summer has been full of ups and downs, right?

With a single turn, Gawain was ready to continue fighting.

The air was scorching hot.

The situation has not been overturned, but it is obvious that the confrontation between you and me is getting warmer again, and another kind of excitement is taking place.

"3:1", in the final set, Gao Wen held serve for the first time and stopped the decline of losing seven games in a row, but Gao Wen failed to change the situation immediately.

After all, Djokovic’s sophistication and maturity are indeed at their peak—

In the next game, despite wasting three game points, Djokovic never sent a break point. In the end, after a close encounter, he successfully maintained serve and entered the break with a "4:1" lead.

Ninety seconds, short but precious.

"5:2".

Gao Wen once again held serve, and this time he finally did not face the test of a break point.

Djokovic was also unmoved and moved steadily towards the victory finish line.

So, that classic score, that legendary score appeared—

Judging from the game points, Djokovic is far ahead, and there seems to be no suspense about the outcome. But in fact, the difference between the two players is only one service game.

But the point is that Djokovic has reached the edge of victory. In every subsequent game, Gawain has no retreat and no room to breathe.

The biggest difference from the Australian Open at the beginning of the year is that this time, Djokovic has indeed held the key to victory.

The Arthur Ashe Stadium cheered for Gawain at the top of his lungs, because he supported Gawain and also because he supported the lagging side—

They haven't had enough of it yet. This Huashan sword debate should not end hastily like this.

Then.

Qiao Wangsheng jumped up suddenly, clenched his fists, and roared with passion and selflessness.

"ah!"

Gao Wen scored four straight points and delivered the first "love-game" of the deciding set. He completed the service game without any blood and maintained the serve with no way out.

"5:3".

Part of the reason is that Djokovic was not interested in playing and did not spend too much energy in this game. After trying to fight for two points without success, Djokovic hastily sent the game away, preparing to win more Concentrate on your own serve to win the game.

But no matter what, Gao Wen secured his hair in an absolutely strong and relatively relaxed manner, which also meant that next, Gao Wen could give it a try.

Qiao Wangsheng went crazy like this, cheering, jumping, and burning, as if it was the first and last day of his life, releasing his energy to his heart's content.

Without reservation.

"Pop! Fight!"

"Pop! Fight!"

Did you hear that? That was the sound of the heart pounding.

Feel it? It was a blood-burning frenzy.

Overwhelming and cathartic, the entire Arthur Ashe Stadium was plunged into a sea of ​​fire, and the boiling atmosphere reached a new peak.

Then the two players were ready—

Djokovic’s serve wins the game~lightnovelpub.net~ Inside and outside the Arthur Ashe Stadium, inside and outside the TV screen, and in every corner of the world, viewers are paying attention to this game. Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath. After four hours and twenty-three minutes of fierce battle, the game reached an incredible climax again.

Huh!

As Gawain hit a tennis ball that unfortunately failed to pass the net and finally sent the point, the match point appeared, and Djokovic got three consecutive match points.

"40:0".

Victory is truly within reach, the temperature of the championship trophy can already be felt on the fingertips, and the atmosphere at Arthur Ashe Stadium is also tense.

Those cheers, those shouts, those breathings, those sounds, all disappeared.

Perhaps, the calmest, calmest and calmest people on the court were the two players on the court, focusing on the game without any distractions.

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