"run!"

This is the only thought in Zhang Ze's mind now. He has no time to think about any tactics or layout, so he just runs with all his strength.

Fighting and burning with a will.

"6:3", "2:6", "6:1", "4:6", "4:5".

On the scoreboard, Rosol is in front and Zhang Ze is in the back.

The two players battled all the way to the final set and were inseparable.

Actually... the situation is not pretty.

Basically, it should be that you sing and I come on the stage. There is no confrontation and stalemate where you come and I won't give in. The state of the two parties is almost perfectly misaligned. You have one plate and I have another, perfectly divided. In the end, it is "sitting in rows to eat." The effect of "Guoguo" is dumbfounding, and the game is extremely long.

Until the final set—

Rosol was in poor condition, and Zhang Ze was also in poor condition.

Rosol was physically exhausted, and Zhang Ze was also physically exhausted.

then.

The game has evolved into a war of attrition, relying purely on will and perseverance, and the deciding set has evolved into a break-serve battle, which is more exciting than a roller coaster.

So far, the final set has gone on for nine games, seven of which were all breaks. You break one game and I break another. The two players continue to exchange service games in a friendly manner, and the score remains deadlocked. They personally interpret "Friendship is second in the game, second in the game." The perfect definition of "one", the situation is completely stalemate.

No one was able to seize the opportunity to widen the gap and establish an advantage.

Even at the end of the game, there are still countless possibilities, and no one can easily determine the outcome.

However, relying on the advantage of serving first in the final set, Zhang Ze had a small head start, just like now -

In the tenth game, Rosol's serve.

When there is another break point in this game, it is match point.

The atmosphere is naturally different.

Back and forth, Rosol has saved two match points and missed two game points. Now he is facing the test of the third break point and match point.

However, Zhang Ze was also soft-hearted.

Back and forth.

Again, back and forth.

Both players had opportunities, but neither one dared to take the lead.

On the one hand, there are physical constraints. There is really no strength to launch an attack. The side that takes the initiative to attack often ends up making mistakes.

On the one hand, there is the psychological impact. The more critical the points are, the more likely it is to be tight-lipped, and it is easy to make outrageous deviations when taking action.

Whether it's Luo Sol or Zhang Ze, it's not like they didn't try to take the initiative to score points, but in the final set, the success rate was really too low -

Often ends in mistakes.

Under tremendous pressure and extreme exhaustion, both of them were tied up, and the back-and-forth tug-of-war dragged on.

Suffocatingly tight.

To be honest, Zhang Ze has no idea now—

The brain is blank.

In the intense state of continuous running and fighting, he entered an anaerobic state, with no time to think and no way to think. He just relied on instinct to hit the ball.

Like a machine.

So, what should be done? What else can be done?

At this moment, there is only one thought in my mind:

persist in.

Zhang Ze watched the Australian Open final, not only that, but also watched all of Gao Wen's series of matches, including the two epic semi-finals of the French Open and Wimbledon.

Regardless of advantages or disadvantages, victory or defeat, these games have one thing in common, and that is high morale.

Gawain is always fighting, always fighting, always burning, persisting until the last moment, before the match point is realized, always high-spirited, always enthusiastic and always focused, every hit, every run, every offense and defense is a battle, throw away His head was filled with blood and he gave everything he had without any reservation.

then-

The classic of the US Open final was born in this way.

Zhang Ze admitted that as a spectator, his heart was surging; but as a player, he clearly knew the difficulties and challenges involved, and he was even more excited.

once. twice. three times. Four, five, six times.

In that game, Gawain stood on the edge of the cliff again and again and faced desperate situations, but he did not give up. His fighting spirit, perseverance, and calmness forced him to fight for a glimmer of hope, and then firmly grasped it.

This is Gawain.

All the time!

They are all burdened with their own doubts, confusions and pressures. The more they try to break through, the weaker they become. The more they try to prove themselves, the more they become trapped in themselves. Deep down in their hearts, they never truly believe in themselves. It seems that only the emergence of genius can make it possible. Break those invisible shackles.

But Gawain said, No.

Gawain emphasized that he is not special or unique. If he can do it, others can do it as well. He is just lucky to be the first person to complete these things. He believes that even if it is not him, there are still people who can do it. These feats, it's that simple.

The only thing he did was persevere, and that was all.

Yao Yao is like this, Liu Xiang is like this, and Li Na is like this.

When people say that Asians can't do it, when people say that yellow people can't do it, they are always struggling and working hard in their own way. They use their own steps to open up a new world and take practical actions to achieve success. It proves that the so-called "no" is just a shackles.

The shackles from prejudice are also the shackles from oneself.

Step by step, Gawain leads the way, opening a door to a new world, which unfolds magnificently in front of Zhang Ze and the others.

It felt like a frog in a well finally jumping out of the four walls that trapped him.

In fact, the world has always been there, but they didn't have the courage to jump out.

so.

Zhang Ze's answer couldn't be simpler.

Maybe, like Gawain, he cannot continue to think, continue to play, and continue to fight back in the face of adversity. He is not Gawain after all; but at least he can continue to persist, grit his teeth, persist for a while longer, and use his willpower One more beat will always mean one more beat than your opponent.

Zhang Ze knew that this method was stupid and clumsy, but this was him, stupidly and clumsily persisting to complete his battle.

"run!"

The chest is heaving; the lungs are burning.

Ankles are filled with lead, knees are shaking, and legs are like spaghetti.

Zhang Ze always felt that he could no longer hold on and might fall down in the next second.

But he involuntarily clenched his fists, clenched them again, squeezed out a trace of energy, and continued to step forward, running back and forth unsteadily.

Kick the ground, swing the racket, push.

This has almost become a mechanical action, there is no choice or layout, just follow the force of the ball and hit it, that's all.

The only purpose is to send the tennis ball back~lightnovelpub.net~One more shot, one more shot, just one more shot than Rosol.

The whole place was silent.

No one from the Czech Republic or China spoke, they all stared with bated breath, because they all knew that there were equal opportunities for both players.

Whether it is break point or game point, neither player has an absolute advantage. Anything can happen, and match point means nothing at all.

Gawain is also one of them.

In a daze, they returned to the time of the NCAA Bruins. They not only need to pay attention to their own game, but also need to fight side by side with their teammates.

Because they are a team.

Although Gao Wen is the first single player in the team, the team cannot win by relying on him alone.

Now, they all stand behind Zhang Ze and fight side by side with Zhang Ze.