Match point

Chapter 1007
The third game of the game was also Coric's second serve, so Gao Wen was still experimenting, boldly and decisively:
For the last point, try to hit a Wawrinka-style backhand slash.

This point, try to use Federer's forehand approach.

rub it!
a little!
When the forehand position is not in place, the center of gravity is not in place, and the center of gravity is unstable, give up your own initiative and use your strength to complete the catch, but the method is slightly different.

Complete the touch with the top half of the racquet, and then rely on the control of a flick of the wrist, all by feel and intuition, to skim the tennis ball directly back.

This kind of hitting is like splashing paint to paint. It often has no stability and continuity. Every shot may produce different effects, and every impromptu performance may produce effects that I did not expect.

But the point is that if you don't expect it, your opponent will be even more unpredictable, and the collision between variables will be magnified to the extreme.

a little.

Judging from the footage, Gao Wen tapped the head of the racket lightly, and then the tennis ball flew out along the backslash.

Flat and fast.

Light and turn.

Like a meteor, it streaked across the sky and fell into the earth.

bass!
Backslash, aiming at the backhand deep area on the left of Coric, falling quickly——

Press the line!

It is accurately pressed on the bottom line, and there is still a big space for the sideline, but such a landing point restricts Coric's movement.

If you don't pay attention, it is easy to run too far, or you are forced to hit the ball under your feet.

Church, very awkward.

Just finished serving the ball, before the body had time to return, he was already sprinting towards the backhand position, but almost ran over his head again, and finally, before his body was about to hit the tennis ball, he backhanded his body with his hands pinned to his body, in a narrow space Here, make an unconventional catch motion.

boom.

The batting action is similar to that of cricket. The racket is head down, the toes are raised, the body is retracted, and then the impact is completed with the face of the racket, and the tennis ball is pushed back.

straight line.

parabola.

Tennis, along the direction of the sideline, staggered past. In the extremely passive situation, it still successfully resolved the crisis and found a way out.

Gao Wen was moving quickly laterally, from the left half to the right, his forehand was fully stretched out, and with the swing, his body was completely vacated.

Sweep!

Hammer!

The diagonal bombing of the forehand across the court almost exploded the tennis ball, and the crisp sound of hitting the ball exploded in the ear like a bomb.

boom!
However, Church did not give up——

run!sprint!combustion!

Run at full speed!
The running speed of the whole person has reached the extreme, and the strong wind is hunting in the ears, and Chulic has already flown.

This kind of game rhythm is precisely what Coric likes and is best at.

Gao Wen's shot this time, he accurately predicted:
Slash, diagonal.

Obviously, this is the simplest, most conventional and most common hitting line, with the forehand sweeping across the slash and attacking with all its strength.

Therefore, Coric's movement was very timely. Even though Gawain's offense seemed to be vigorous, Coric's defensive steps were still in place in time.

squeak!
With a small sliding step, the upper body stretched out, and Gawain glanced out of the corner of his eye. Gao Wen was still standing on the bottom line, and did not take advantage of the trend to press the net.

Stupid!

Curic thought that if Gao Wen followed the trend to press the ball, then his space to return the ball would be oppressed and it would be more difficult; but now Gao Wen did not.

This also means-

boom!
Coric's forehand also swept across, along the diagonal line, borrowing strength to hit, the whole body was thrown out, and the strength was exerted to the extreme.

"what!"

Even though it was still the early stage of the game, Coric had already shouted out, releasing all the power deep in his dantian without reservation.

Coric knew that Gao Wen was still standing in the forehand position, and the diagonal line would hit Gao Wen's hand directly, but Coric believed that his return ball could form a suppression.

Moreover, Gawain should have chosen to attack in a straight line.

As a result, his right leg kicked hard on the ground, and his body moved quickly and laterally towards his left side like an arrow flying off the string, making up for his backhand in a flash.

At the same time, his gaze was firmly fixed on Gao Wen——

Hit the ball!
straight line!

Sure enough, it is a straight line!
It can be judged from Gao Wen's forehand swing that this is not a diagonal line, but a straight line.

Curic was overjoyed.

however--

what happened?

Indeed, Gao Wen's batting action has revealed the truth, it is indeed a straight line, not a diagonal line, which also means that Coric's direction judgment is correct.

But in fact, there is a slight change. Strictly speaking, it is not a diagonal line... nor a straight line, but a return ball in the middle.

Gawain's shot aimed at the midpoint of the baseline, he drew out a line of shot that was neither straight nor slanted, and slammed directly towards the center of the court.

Churchill panicked.

One second, the footsteps were still sprinting at full speed, and the next second, it evolved into a series of small step adjustments.

Unfortunately, still in a hurry.

bad bad bad...

A little bit, Coric was about to collide with the tennis ball head-on, and he hit the backhand with both hands without technical content. The movement was like fluttering a butterfly, and he hit the tennis back before the car crash happened. He also ignored the control of the line and landing point, and his body was shaking wildly.

bad bad bad...

All over the body, the alarm bells rang.

Coric watched the tennis ball draw a parabola high, seeing the height but not seeing the distance, at the same time——

Gao Wen went online.

It turned out that it wasn't that Gao Wen didn't surf the Internet, but deliberately disrupted the rhythm, laid the groundwork for another shot, and then waited for the opportunity. This time, the Internet seemed relaxed and calm.

So, left?Or right?Forehand?Or a backhand?

Church is still in chaos and turmoil, his brain is in a mess, he can only continue to rush forward subconsciously, follow the inertia, and protect his backhand.

Like most players, Coric's forehand is stronger than his backhand, so the backhand is often used as a weakness and a position where opponents concentrate their firepower.

From the corner of his eyes, he was always paying attention to Gao Wen's every move, and his spirit was completely tense, and then he could see——

Gao Wen, it's already in place.

The racket was raised high, and it seemed that it was about to launch a fatal blow. The mighty momentum had been condensed, so that the audience in the entire stadium also held their breath, and time and space were all frozen for a short time. Tattoos.

but see,

Lift it up high and put it down gently.

Gao Wen held the racket near the top of his head, waiting for the tennis ball to fall, and then pushed everything lightly, just like the willow wind blowing away the cold ice all over the river in the spring of March.

It's not a squall, but a drizzle that moistens things.

Whoosh.

The tennis ball, dancing gracefully like a butterfly, crossed the net, and then landed gently on the teeing area in front of the net. All the power dissipated completely. In the blink of an eye, it had jumped twice and three times, and finally rolled out like this.

The winning point is here.

"Game, high..."

The referee has already broadcast the score directly.

The audience was stunned, that's it?
There was no expected Thunderbolt, but he still took the point lightly, cashed in the break point, and took the lead in the score.

On the other side of the net, Gao Wen didn't even clenched his fists in celebration, he turned around and walked towards the players' dugout, leaving Coric and the audience behind.

Yes, that's it.

(End of this chapter)