Match point

Chapter 1265
From the backcourt to the frontcourt and back to the backcourt again.

From right to left and back to right again.

At this point, the four players facing each other on the court covered the entire court, with their figures all over the corners. After that, Gawain and Dimitrov both went online.

In the previous shot, Gao Wen successfully intercepted the ball. Although he was not sure about the effect of the return, the two players both started to surf the net quickly and firmly grasped the advantage in front of the net.

In front of the net, a "two-on-one" matchup was formed. Pospisil was single-handedly weak, and the sparks of hand-to-hand combat were imminent.

Then--

Here comes tennis.

small slash.

In a difficult situation, in a hurry, Sock chose to hit a small slash with his forehand, sending the tennis ball to Dimitrov's backhand.

Relatively speaking, this is already the most obvious and direct shortcoming. In a passive state, it is almost a subconscious choice. Sock also expects his powerful forehand to suppress Dimitrov's backhand.

Ugh!

Suoke exerted all his strength, his footsteps were a little unsteady, and all the strength of his upper body was poured into it, and the sound of muscles bursting could even be heard.

After hitting the ball, Sock had no time to adjust the angle, and then he leaned forward along the hitting motion, and his body had already entered the baseline and sprinted towards the net, trying to be the booster of Pospihir, and at the same time give Two players on opposite sides of the net create pressure.

criss-cross.

Dazzled.

The confrontation of the game was completely anxious, the figures of the four players were all over the audience, between you and me, and there was no time to judge who was who, the impact of the tennis ball had already woven a shadow of swords and swords——

The wind is blowing, and the clouds are flying.

In sight, Sock could see that Dimitrov didn't dodge, but also took the initiative to face forward, one-handed backhand like a car crashing head-on.

boom!
A collision of strength and power, Dimitrov hits the ball very hard, a typical volley at the net.

but!

Sock hides a bit of trickery, topspin, although it is not a strong topspin, the forehand still focuses on force, but Sock slightly rubs the parabola, adding a little spin, which also makes the tennis hit Dimit Love's racket, continue to walk up the line.

At this time, the control angle of the racket face is also very important. If the downward pressure angle is not enough, it may not be able to hold down the flight arc of the tennis ball.

really!

Dimitrov treated it as a strong forehand shot, and he didn't have time to observe the rotation of the tennis ball in front of the net. The angle of the racket was slightly higher, and the parabola of the return ball was not suppressed. It can be clearly seen that the tennis ball rises slightly, and the parabola is a bit high.

Not obvious, but objectively present.

If it is a singles game, this little flaw is no problem; but in a doubles game, the players standing in front of the net will never miss it.

Pospithil, appeared.

It can be seen at a glance that Bospisil was a little impatient, and stepped forward with two cross steps, grabbed a rising point, and before the parabola was completely released——

With a forehand, a slash, everything, he used his strength to block the shot, and directly hit the tennis ball towards Gao Wen's position.

Ah!
At the scene, some people couldn't control their exclamations. Seeing that the tennis ball was about to hit Gao Wen hard like a comet hitting the earth.

Everything happened so fast, before even breathing out, changes had already ushered in on the court.

But see——

Gao Wen appeared to be very calm, with a high degree of concentration and no slack in the slightest, and the entire conditioned response was timely enough——

The whole person, dragging the center of gravity, jumped backwards, barely getting out of position; the forehand grip was very weird, not extending outward, nor stretching the body, but buckling in awkwardly.

It can be clearly seen that the body is dancing in the air like a feather, light and agile, twisting into a strange posture.

racket!

Blocking in front of him, he barely hit the tennis ball with the racket.

Twist, rub.

It's purely artifice.

Today, the audience has appreciated Dimitrov's skill more than once, lamented the title of "Little Federer", and showed his talent in touch.

Now, Gao Wen also used an extreme catch to show his talent for touch, hitting the ball entirely with his wrist when his body's center of gravity was completely out of balance.

However, he saw the tennis ball attached to a strong internal rotation, spinning at a high speed, and the trivial golden fluff exploded in the air, stirring up a piece of sunshine.

Just like that, it hit Pospisil's face again.

accident!

accident!

Alarms, one after another.

In the situation of strong confrontation in front of the net, everything happens too fast and too fast, all are instinctive reactions, and even the control of hitting the ball cannot be done as one likes, and the subconscious hitting action cannot completely control one's own hitting line and direction.

Naturally, accidents are prone to occur.

Pospisil was startled.

In the pupils, you can clearly see the tennis ball gradually enlarge and rotate at high speed, the field of vision is compressed and covered, the whole world is condensed into the size of a tennis ball in an instant, the mustard yellow is overwhelming, and even the sunlight is also dyed with a layer of yellow , coming in a mighty way.

There is nowhere to run.

Heck!

My heart trembled.

Can he swear?
However, you can wait a moment for swearing, Bospisil's survival instinct burst out instantly, one side of his body flashed, twisted into a weird arc like a welcoming pine, and the racket stood upright.

One stop.

Then, boom!

Hit.

It was just a dodge and a push of conditioned reflex that not only avoided the tragedy of his face blooming, but also blocked the tennis ball.

However, the power like waves continued to surge layer by layer, and the strong aftertaste made Bospihir stagger half a step back, his knees trembled slightly, and a layer of cold sweat leaked out from his palms, holding the racket tightly. It's getting slippery and almost impossible to hold.

Subconsciously, Bospisil swallowed a mouthful of saliva, fear and panic pounding in his chest, feeling like there was a little side leakage.

Grass!
However, the steady stream of adrenaline still firmly grasped the heart, the muscles of the whole body were tense, and he never gave up or wavered.

Pospihir stared at the tennis ball intently, with only one thought in his mind:
Can't get it, can't get it, can't get it.

In fact, the quality of Pospisil's shot back was really good.

Go straight.

Tennis has now evolved into badminton, and everyone is racing against time, hitting the ball without waiting for the tennis ball to hit the ground, and the rhythm is completely tense.

Suffocating.

I saw that Pospihir's shot did not exert any force, the tennis ball flew a little distance, and then fell vertically.

Soft, reduce force.

It actually created an incredible hitting effect. While dissolving Gawain's volley, it also subtly increased the difficulty of returning the ball in the confrontation at the net, pushing Gawain and Dimitrov into a passive situation again. Handling the small ball in front of the net is very difficult.

At the scene, there was an exclamation.

One second he was still frightened, the next second he was sighing, his mind went blank, everyone was riding the roller coaster together, the ups and downs of the voice continued to rush out uncontrollably, and every second was testing the limit of the heart.

Then, one or two held their breath, only the billowing heat waves surging above the eardrums.

Gawain, step up.

(End of this chapter)