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Chapter 439 Chapter 438 - French Open Fight - 4
The decisive battle at the French Open was both reasonable and unexpected, but in any case, the match between Bu Zelu and Nadal surpassed zero again and entered the next day.

Most people looked helpless. Since the semi-finals, Bu Zelu and Djokovic had a stamina-consuming battle, and they had already guessed the situation of the final.

The speculative situation has become a fact. Some people love this kind of battle to death, while others are absent-minded.

It's like Sharapova, taking advantage of the break at the end of the second set, has already escaped from the scene, but she didn't leave, but continued to watch the game in a VIP room on the court.

At least here, she can lie down and watch, or take a nap without being noticed, but that's not the case at the scene. Her every move will be infinitely magnified by the camera.

"This bastard, I wouldn't have come if I knew it earlier!" Sharapova looked at the live TV in the VIP room with a wry smile. Although she was walking two steps, there was a floor-to-ceiling window over there.

Standing by the window, you can see the final venue below, but Sharapova just lay on the sofa and watched the game willfully, playing with her mobile phone from time to time.

There were not a few people like Sharapova, and even the seats on the final court began to be sparse at this time, and many people chose to go home, and some chose to go shopping in the arena.

Or change to the coffee shop or bar on the side of the arena to watch, after all, sitting on that chair is very tiring.

Even Bu Zelu's "Female Fan Cheering Group" has completely quieted down, they can't dance anymore, and they will cuddle up to each other honestly and watch the game on the field.

Sharapova seemed to have squinted for a while, or woke up suddenly with a feeling in her heart, and looked at the big screen in the room in a daze for a few seconds.

Look at the scoreboard in the lower left corner of the TV screen for the first time.

(1) Nadal 7 6 3 (30)

(1) Buzelu 6 7 5 (AD)

Sharapova rubbed her eyes carefully, she was sure she was right, and quickly focused on the game.

At this time, it happened that Nadal was about to serve, that is to say, this was Nadal's serve, so what happened.

Not only on the match point of the break, but also isn't it the first time to break serve?
Is the third set coming to an end?
But the picture didn't keep Sharapova waiting too long.

"30-45, 3-6!~"

Sharapova didn't pay attention to the referee's voice, nor did she pay attention to the cheers of the fans, but noticed that it was Bu Zelu's return serve and scored directly.

The score on the scoreboard also changes at this time.

(1) Nadal 7 6 3
(2) Buze shoes 6 7 6
Fortunately, it was broadcast on TV, and Sharapova watched the TV and waited for the wonderful replay.

After waiting for Bu Zelu and Nadal to return to their rest chairs one after another in the picture, after playing some live pictures, they entered the unit of "Highlight Replay".

"Huh..." Bu Zelu sat on the chair and let out a long breath. Up to now, Nadal's skills have finally been deformed.

After breaking serve for two consecutive rounds, especially in the round that just ended, Nadal hit two ACE balls and scored successfully, and then he ruthlessly used the return serve to score directly to complete the break.

'The pace is slow, the technology is no longer standardized, and it has become a habit again. Bu Zelu sat on the seat, slapped his legs, and looked up at the sky.

Nadal is also sitting on the rest chair. He has applied for a medical timeout while he is on the day off, and he needs to extend the timeout.

Because he knew very well that his body had begun to drop sharply, and Nadal realized it from the moment Bu Zelu showed his fangs.

But his mind knew, but his body's reaction had become sluggish, and he was completely helpless in the face of Bu Zelu's attack.

Applying for medical suspension is just to relieve the muscles to a greater extent. If you don't fight now, when will you wait?
After all, Nadal has a one-point advantage. If he can make it back in the next set, it will be dragged to the fifth set.

'Can it be dragged on? 'Nadal muttered unconfidently while sitting on the rest chair.

Pan rest, after the medical suspension ended, Bu Zelu also enjoyed the massage with Zaina's little hands, and then wiped the water off his face with a towel.

Offensive and defensive transition, the fourth set is Bu Zelu's serve.

'Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted! After Bu Zelu saw Nadal's state, he continued his steady and steady tactics.

After just 20 minutes of rest, Bu Zelu doesn't think Nadal's state will fully recover, but he also dare not underestimate it.

Especially knowing that Nadal will fight him desperately in this set.

For a well-regulated serve, Bu Zelu needs to slow down the rhythm. He only needs to wait for two or three rounds, and when Nadal is no longer sharp, he is counterattacking.

And Bu Zelu believes that Nadal will decay faster this time, and recovering for 20 minutes is actually a life-saving straw.

Originally, his physical strength had already begun to decay and collapse, such a pause was nothing more than a flashback and lingering.

Bu Zelu has no habit of sympathizing with his opponents. This is a matter of 100 million euros. The runner-up is only 10,000+, which is a huge gap.

'Cunning Chinese people, bastard! 'Nadal was helpless.

The moment he received the ball, he understood Bu Zelu's style of play. Nadal knew very well that he needed to fight for every point and every goal.

Especially if he doesn't break Bu Zelu's serve, he will lose this set.

But facing such an exhausting style of play is completely wasting his newly recovered confidence and stamina.

The three men from the Isle of Man, the old, the middle-aged and the young, cheered up and sat on the sofa watching TV.

"This game won't end too soon!" Robredo said affirmatively after seeing the small score at this time.

"???" Ling Junjie looked blank.

Li Jian looked at it and instantly understood, "Zelu is releasing water!"

"????" Ling Junjie became even more at a loss, "Didn't Nadal physically collapse? Shouldn't he win the game in one go?"

"This kid is bad. He is deliberately killing Nadal's will. It depends on Nadal's state. Whether he collapsed in this round or in the next Zelu's serve. The score of this set is either 6:2 or 6. : 3." Li Jian said affirmatively.

"English! Please!" Robredo turned his head and said helplessly to the two.

Li Jian spread his hands, his spoken English is not very good.

Ling Junjie hadn't figured it out yet, so he could only simply translate it for Robredo.

"Indeed, joye should be the champion after this set, and won't go to the fifth set." Robredo said in approval after listening briefly.

"Why?" Ling Junjie was even more at a loss.

"Tactics, tactics! Aren't you from Xiamen? This kind of tactics is easy to understand!" Li Jian looked at Ling Junjie with a puzzled expression.

"Brother, can we be straightforward!" Ling Junjie was helpless, and Robredo understood him somewhat.

After all, he is an active professional tennis player, so he can see some clues, but why can Li Jian see it? Because of him, Li Jian's understanding of tennis is only basic.

It’s just about understanding how tennis is scored.

"Nadal is just looking back, can you understand? If we can delay this stage, Zelu will score as quickly as the last set, and end the game directly." Li Jian looked at the time, "It's not too early, This kid can rest early after finishing the game, and he will come back to participate in the motorcycle race."

"Eh..." Ling Junjie scratched his chin and understood a little bit, but what was even more strange to him was how could Li Jian see it.

In fact, not only did Li Jian see it, but under the commentary's explanation in front of the domestic TV, he instantly understood Bu Zelu's tactical play.

It may be a bit troublesome to explain, but following the sentence of "Li Si" "one vigorous effort, then decline and three exhaustion", the domestic audience in front of the TV instantly understood it.

Emmm, at least the vast majority of male compatriots understand it in seconds. Who hasn't read stories related to the Three Kingdoms or 36 Strategies when they were young.

As for the female fans, even if they don't pay attention to the military or the like, they more or less understand it. After all, the reason is very simple.

The current match between Bu Zelu and Nadal has completely entered the heat. You must know that this is the first game of the fourth set, and the scores of the two have risen alternately.

Split, lead, split, lead.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that Bu Zelu has always been in the lead, and this bastard is controlling points, or in other words, Bu Zelu has been controlling points in this game.

But especially at this time, it became more and more obvious that Bu Zelu deliberately let Nadal catch up, and then quickly took the lead after the next goal.

45-40, 1-0;

Bu Zelu finally completed the final blow, which brought the game to an end. At this time, he saw Nadal lying on the ground without any image.

Nadal, who was panting violently, didn't care about the red clay on his body. He just wanted to lie down for a while, but the encouragement from the audience made him sit up slowly, and then stood up.

Looking at the opposite side again, Bu Zelu was slouching, with his legs crossed, one hand on his hips, and a racket under his other arm, looking intently at the scoreboard.

'Isn't this bastard tired?Damn bastard ah ah ah ah ah ah! 'Nadal shook his head and smiled wryly.

He already knew that he was completely finished today, his physical fitness had collapsed, and it was useless to run. With Bu Zelu's current state, he could easily defeat him.

Under the care of the referee, Nadal confirmed that he had no problem and started serving.

"0-15"

"0-30"

"0-40"

"0-45"

Nadal looked at Bu Zelu with his fangs bared with a wry smile. He knew very well that he was completely incapable of breaking free from the big net woven by this bastard.

But at this time, it was Bu Zelu's last hunting moment. From this moment, Bu Zelu officially started to attack.

The two sides exchanged venues, and Bu Ze played the serve game.

"ace, 0-15"

"ace, 0-30"

"ace, 0-40"

"Aces, 0-45, 0-3"

Nadal is very clear that this is not a so-called ACE ball, but it is also a direct serve to score, and now he can't complete the catch at this speed of the ball.

(End of this chapter)