Rebirth Tianyu Tianxiang [Badminton]

During the 2-minute break before the decisive game, the coaching staff yelled anxiously about their tactical ideas in their ears. Xiao Yu and Zhan Xiang changed their shirts again, and the clothes they took off could wring out a puddle of water.

Zhan Xiang wrapped a double-layer protective bandage on his left knee joint.

Xiao Yu copied an oxygen tank from Dr. Luo's medicine box, inserted the tube into his nostril, and took several deep breaths.

Boss Zhong Biao, brother Luo Yi, and Zhanxiang turned their heads and asked in surprise, "Xiaoyu, what's the matter with you? Your heart is failing again?! Where are you feeling?"

The people in the team were "passed out" once, and they hadn't recovered from the shock of the National Games for so long. Seeing Xiao Yu was about to inhale oxygen again, Zhong Quanhai's old heart was about to lose control.If the child's heart problem occurs again, this time without saying a word, he will be gagged, tied up and transported away in a truck. No matter how stubborn Xiao Yu is, no matter how stubborn he is, no matter how much he wants to fight in danger, he will not allow it. Everyone can't bear the excitement of participating in the competition with illness.

Xiao Yu quickly waved his hand: "No, my heart is fine! I'm just tired. It's too hot and stuffy on the court. I'll take a few breaths of fresh air!"

The pure and fresh air rushed into the lung duct from the nostrils, diffused from the center of the chest cavity to the lungs, and the limbs, limbs, and feet immediately seemed to be pumped into a can of vigorous fighting courage.

After the heart surgery, the tachycardia problem has been cured, Xiao Yu just gets tired easily.The surface of the young skin is full of lively elasticity, just in time for youth, but the blood pump wrapped in the rib cavity seems to have aged ten years all of a sudden.

Fans in front of the TV waved beer bottles and duck necks and cheered.

"Feather and Xiangzi hold on, hold on to the third game!"

"You mustn't get dizzy again, you sisters, you are really afraid of you!"

"There is a fight in the final game! Feather's physical strength is not good, but Park Bong-joo is 10 years older than him and still lacks a lung. Their physical strength is even worse!"

The first contest between Yuxiang and Zhuyu Tianwang was the Sudirman Cup final, Xiao Yu fainted and was forced to forfeit the match.

The second meeting was the final of the China Super League. Xiao Yu had already stood face to face with Park Bong-joo in front of the net, but was asked to leave the game because the urine sample contained prohibited drugs.

This is the third time.This is already the third summit duel, the final of the World Championships!

The first two collisions were a long way off.After hundreds of twists and turns, the gold medals eventually fell into the pockets of Chinese players.But Xiao Yu was not reconciled, the two championship titles were not won without any dispute through his own strength.

Xiao Yu longed for the championship.

He is even more eager for a victory that is completely his own and will achieve the most important victory in his and Zhanxiang's careers!

He's not worried about his heart.He has the most experience in fighting for the final game with his opponent when his physical strength is not good. In terms of the degree of desperateness, no one else can match him.He missed Xiangzi's legs even more.

Since the Malaysian Open a month ago, Xiangcao has suffered from knee pain.The knee injury didn’t affect Zhanxiang’s stepping up the net, but it hurt a lot. At first, it was like a thread-like pain intermittently. After days of exhaustion from fighting, sometimes the pain was so painful that every step he took on the court felt like he was stepping on the tip of a knife. .

The situation of the King of Korea is actually not much better than that of Xiao Yuzhanxiang, and Luo Yuhao is obviously showing signs of limping when walking.Fighting for days, going straight to the finals, the physical fitness of both sides is at the end of their battles!

Standing in the teeing area, Xiao Yu turned around for the first time, and gave Xiangcao a firm look of encouragement.

The ball in his hand exploded instantly and bounced towards the opponent's backcourt.

He wants to play Luo Yuhao in the backcourt.The King of Korea's technique is perfect, if he is in good physical condition, he may be a bit inferior after all, but Xiao Yu can see that the paronychia on Lao Luo's right foot has flared up again, and his running speed has obviously slowed down.

In the arena, the humility of respecting the old and loving the young is ignored, and whoever is injured will be beaten to death!

Zhanxiang lobbed high in the backcourt.

Xiao Yu culled in front of the net.

Attack people, attack people!

5: 4!

7: 6!

10: 9!

The two numbers on the scoreboard were clenched tightly, and gradually blurred in the sweaty eyes, like two snakes fighting together.

Every time Yuxiang scored a point, he was quickly tied by his opponent, and the difference between the two sides never exceeded one point.

Zhan Xiang and Luo Yuhao faced each other in the backcourt, slashing and killing round after round, causing the stands to shout one after another.The hearts of the audience followed the line of smashing the ball again and again, roaring and shuttling on the track like a roller coaster.

Zhan Xiang backhanded and hit the kill, the movement of his wrist was subtle and concealed, Liu Dazui on the commentary stage was fooled, the angle of the ball was tricky and it went straight to the gap!

Lao Luo stepped forward in two steps, holding the racket obliquely, in the same posture of backhanding, and with a sudden flick, he miraculously moved the ball to the dead corner behind Xiao Yu and Zhan Xiang.

"Strong shot, this shot was absolutely perfect. Luo Yuhao is indeed a world-class backcourt smasher... Korean players tied the score at 10-10!"

Today is the first time Liu Dazui applauds Zhuyu Tianwang's ball, and he can't help shaking his head and smacking his lips: "This ball, Zhanxiang's backhand strength and angle are perfect. If it is another opponent, it must be a pass. The opponent Even if he manages to catch it back, he can only feed Xiao Yu a relaxed and neat throwing net. This is Yu Xiang's established trapping routine. However, Luo Yuhao can directly switch from defense to offense without any transition at all. His backhand technique is miraculous. Perfect!...today's match was difficult."

The battle continues.

Xiao Yu received the serve, and his lower lip was firmly tightened between his teeth in disbelief.

His eyeballs were red with sweat, and his nerves were burning on the verge of hyperactivity.His mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about the loopholes that the opponent might expose, and the ball was quickly drawn to the opponent's bottom line.

Xiao Yu commanded Zhanxiang with subtle tricks, and used high balls to push the opponent back, to push the backcourt!

Park Bong Joo and Luo Yu Ho were suppressed and retreated step by step.The two stood in parallel, and the defense was airtight and watertight.

Facing the high ball returned by Park Bong-joo, Xiao Yu didn't pass it to Zhan Xiang behind him, and suddenly jumped from the front court, with his forearm hanging high, and intercepted halfway!

The Korean yelled badly, and suddenly understood the sneak attack tactics of the Chinese boy.

Xiao Yu slanted his racket lightly, and released the net with a feint!After the ball hit the racket, it was like a fallen leaf swept by an autumn wind and fell from the branches, rolling down the net mouth amidst the exclamation of the audience.

Unbiased, the ball rolled towards Luo Yuhao's side of the half!

Liu Qingsong couldn't help but shook his head and interjected: "Xiao Yu put the ball too cleverly, or in other words, put it too 'poisonous'!"

Before the commentator finished speaking, Park Bong-joo rushed forward to make up for his partner with a large dive.Rushing from the backcourt to the front of the net, at a distance of ten meters, his body flew straight over, and hit the ground hard with a bang!

There were exclamations in the surrounding stands, and some people covered their eyes and dared not look carefully.

Some housewives who have been poisoned by soap operas all year round couldn't control their emotions and started to cry with excitement.

The strength and angle of Xiao Yu's throw of the ball was too insidious, and Park Bong-joo was unable to save it, and his chin hit the ground heavily.When he stood up again, he covered his mouth with the palm of his hand, and blood flowed out from between his fingers.

"11 to 10, every point is so difficult! Xiao Yu and Zhan Xiang exchanged venues with a one-point lead in the deciding game!"

The faces of the two sides were dignified, and they passed shoulder to shoulder silently from one side of the court, each with their heads held high, like death squads preparing to go to the front line where the war is raging, and make a final fight.

Park Bong-joo finally returned to the eastern half from the western half, which was extremely difficult for him.He couldn't remember the last year and when he switched venues with his opponent when he was behind in the tiebreaker.

His mouth had been bleeding and he had lost a tooth.

It was stipulated that no blood should be seen on the field, and a group of team doctors surrounded him. Gauze cotton balls and anti-inflammatory drugs were used in turn to stop the bleeding in the fastest way. In the end, he almost covered his mouth with tape to prevent the blood from gurgling out.

On the side of the Chinese team, the team medical team surrounded Zhan Xiang and sprayed cold analgesics on his knees to freeze the wound. At the critical moment, it was too late to treat the disease, so it could only help him temporarily relieve the unbearable pain.

Xiao Yu took off his sweaty T-shirt and changed his jersey for the fourth time in this game, only to find that there were no clean clothes in his racket bag.I could only pick up the one I took off, squeeze out the sweat, wring it out as much as possible, and put it on again.His white ball pants were soaked, and the underwear inside was wet on his crotch, and the edges of the ball pants were rubbed with red marks on the thighs.

The two sides agreed to extend the rest time from 1 minute to 2 minutes, and the referee also put down the stopwatch, tacitly.At this point in the game, the referee's high blood pressure was about to hit, and his obese body trembled slowly on the high seat.

"Half of Park Bong-joo's face was wrapped in gauze, he didn't make a gesture of abstention, the Koreans want to continue the game..." Liu Qingsong murmured in amazement.

"Oh my god, we Xiaoyu have given up once, Lao Pu, please give up this time, please, we are all convinced, our hearts are pumped!" The fans gathered in the chat room staggered toward the display.

A huge South Korean flag was lowered from the stands by the host spectators.The flag trembled in the camera, and the deafening chorus of "Arirang" resounded through the stands.

Park Bong-joo walked past the sidelines, turned back suddenly, and walked towards the national flag.He held up a corner of the Tai Chi flag, and put his gauze-wrapped lips together, the white flag was stained with a stinging arc of blood.

The game starts again.The battle is still going on!

There was no cheering, no applause, and everyone in the stands was in awe.Many spectators held the national flag high in silence, tears streaming down their faces, heart-piercing.

No one is invincible in the arena, and everyone has already guessed the final outcome.

However, at that moment, the four men on the field were like gods descending from the realm!

Entanglement, fierce fighting, before each ball hits the ground, there are thirty or forty rounds of wrestling with the ball, killing until the sky is dark and the ground is dark, and the eyes are full of blood.

There is a strong smell of blood on the battlefield between the nostrils.

Luo Yuhao's toes became the breakthrough point, and Xiao Yu and Zhan Xiang could score as long as they managed to hit the ball to Luo Yuhao's feet.

Lao Luo's consciousness is still detached, and his reaction is still quick, but his footwork can't keep up with his mind and consciousness, so he can only watch the ball hit the ground again and again.He looked up to the sky and sighed, with tears in his eyes.

And every time the Chinese players scored a point, the Koreans stubbornly tied the score again.Park Bong-joo was going crazy. The swift figure flew from the front court to the back court and back to the front court, like the invulnerable city wall in the cold weapon era, almost one against two.

The score was finally tied at 20.

21 flats.

22 flats.

23 flat...

Every time the ball was knocked to the ground, the four players who were sweating and running desperately just now stood there motionless like four puddles of meat mud, and no one had the strength to go up to pick up the ball.

The assistant referees ran up again and again to pick up the ball for both sides.

Park Bong-joo fell to the ground with calf cramps for the second time, screaming in pain and anger, like a lion roaring with an arrow.

Xiao Yu was too tired to move and went to the sidelines to get a towel and water bottle.All the coaching staff of the Chinese team ran up together, those who handed towels handed towels, those who fed water fed water, and those who sent oxygen tanks gave oxygen tanks. The referee could no longer shout at these people.

At this time, Zhan Xiang slowly attached himself to his lower body, his palms were so wet that he couldn't hold his knees, and the sweat splashed from his forehead to the floor.The pain of flesh and blood grinding and tearing, pervaded from the knee under his palm.

He still holds the racket with his left hand, and uses his left foot to step up the net and step backwards. Every time he moves, the knee of his left leg is like cracked porcelain, which may be crushed into pieces by the pain at any time.

"Brother Xiang, can you persevere?" Xiao Yu didn't shy away from the gazes of the people around him, held that wet head in his arms, and stroked Zhan Xiang's forehead with his sticky fingers.

Some actions may seem very ambiguous in life, but on the court, such physical contact has no sense of disobedience at all, and it is the most intimate mutual encouragement between comrades-in-arms.

Zhan Xiang didn't answer, and forcefully forced the hot water mist on the eyeballs back into the eye sockets.

Suddenly I remembered what Tang Xiaodong once said to the coach: "My injury is actually fine, I'm just too tired! If I can rest for half a year, it doesn't take much, if you can give me half a year to catch my breath!"

Zhanxiang is also very tired, but he has no chance to catch his breath. The schedule for going to various competitions is full every year. After the World Championships, there will be the finals of the Badminton Federation, and then a series of competitions in the new year to grab Olympic points. Finally, there is the Olympic Games that the whole people is looking forward to.

The stronger the body, the heavier the burden on the joint parts of the body, and it is easy to be overdrawn. When the wear reaches a certain level, the problem will break out sooner or later.

"Brother Xiang, come on..." Xiao Yu rubbed the tip of his nose with his, exchanging breaths, did not say the second half of the sentence, but Zhan Xiang understood that the sentence would be about three words.

Xiao Yu's bright yellow jumping back swayed in front of Zhan Xiang's eyes, galloping, leaping, and saving.The jersey is tightly wrapped around the thin and tough back, and the agile figure with a line of letters written on the back floats by like the wind.Those few letters quickly passed over Zhan Xiang's pupil membranes, the fonts overlapped one after another, and finally reflected faintly into a big X in his eyes.

The small feather is like a focal point, like the center of a circle, like a flaming little sun.

Over the years, I have gotten used to it. Standing on the field, I will always see this most familiar and steadfast figure in front of me. Never give up!

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The battle is still going on.

And don't know when it will end.

"25 square meters..."

"26 levels..." Liu Dazui gasped and muttered to himself in the channel, the audience could no longer hear what he was talking about.

Park Bong-joo's hair was soaked in sweat and fell loose on his forehead.His forehand diagonally in front of the net is still sharp, and every time he throws the ball, he bursts out with desperate blood!

Xiao Yu jumped from the forehand position to the backhand position, his body flew out obliquely, his left palm suddenly supported the floor, and he pulled it out forcefully, the body that had already fallen escaped the shackles of gravity, his lower abdomen bent back like a spring, and the fish leaped forward, Take a flirt, and directly retaliate with a more tricky diagonal line.

hit!

In training all the year round, he uses his hands to support the floor and crawls. The ball-saving skills he has practiced are unexpected and unprepared!

Xiao Yu stood up slowly from the ground, his body was slippery with sweat.

He subconsciously lifted up his trousers, raised his hips, and was about to serve the ball in his most classic posture, but found that the root of his right thigh was worn away by the edge of his trousers, and a circle of tender red flesh burst out, soaked in salty sweat. It hurts.

For those who hold the racket in the right hand, the right foot always takes the lead in stepping up and retreating, and the right leg is severely worn by the trousers.

Xiao Yu then handed the racket to Zhan Xiang, grabbed his trousers with both hands, and with a sound of "Zi La", he pulled off the hem of his trousers without hesitation.Three strokes and two strokes, he almost tore the right half of the ball pants into briefs!

If it wasn't for the dark cannon barrels on the sidelines, the image of a handsome guy in the eyes of the Habayashi Army fans, and the fact that he already has a wife, Xiao Yu would have liked to take off the trousers that got in the way and wear only a pair of panties to fight in blood. in the end!

Xiao Yu and Zhan Xiang held hands together again, and their hearts were closely connected with the touch of their fingertips.

As far as the two of them could see, in a certain corner of the stands, there was a cheerleading lineup composed of members of the Chinese team.Among the people waving the national flag, they seemed to see Xiao Huihui, Xiao Binghua standing next to Xiao Huihui, and even seemed to find the figure of Young Master Tang, and Jiongjiong and Baabaa sheep desperately waving carrots.

A huge five-star red flag covered that side of the stand, like a ball of gorgeous fire, igniting the blood gushing in the chest with a "boom".The crimson liquid burns between the pulses, and the fighting heart will never give up!

"Xiao Yu, come on..." Xiao Aiping sat in front of the TV, her eyes were swollen like walnuts from crying, this child is too hard-working.

"Xiao Yu, Xiao Xiang, come on!" Zhan's father clapped vigorously at the screen, sincerely proud of his two sons.

"Xiao Xiang, you are awesome, you must win!" Director Gu kept rubbing his fingers excitedly in the meeting room.

Now everyone in the whole world knows who the baby boy of the director's family is. The director has notified Boss Hu's daughter of the channel and time of the live broadcast, and told Boss Hu's family to watch the live broadcast.Such a promising son, who has achieved success and fame, will feel that she can completely relax when she hastily dealt with the important things in her life.

Zhan Xiang scored a fierce smash in the backcourt, once again overtaking the score, smashing the strength of Changbai Mountain, and the sun, moon and stars all faded away.

Wearing tattered shorts with slack feet, Xiao Yu waved his fists in front of the net to celebrate every ball that hit the ground, and his hoarse throat screamed on the court.

"28 to 28 tie!"

"29 to 29 tie! The deciding game was tied at 29. This is already the highest score in a badminton game. The last ball will decide the outcome of the game!" Liu Qingsong exclaimed.

"Equally divided, evenly divided, my God, it turned out to be 29 tie! Is this still a badminton game? Are you sure this is not a basketball game?" Many young viewers in front of the TV saw such a thrilling and heart-scratching for the first time in their lives. But can't stop the score.

"The competition was too intense. In my career as a commentator, I have never seen a badminton match that was so brutal!" Liu Qingsong's voice trembled.

"None of them expressed their intention to abstain from the game and end the game early. Of the four on the field, three are fighting with injuries, and Xiao Yu is the one who looks the most lively! Such a scene is unbelievable ,incredible……"

Many years later, Liu Qingsong wrote in his memoirs of his commentary career: As a fan, if you can’t understand the meaning of the word “tragic”, you can go to the men’s doubles final of the Badminton World Championships that year and Understood……

The bloodthirsty entanglement made the audience in the stands nearly burst into tears.

Fans whose hearts couldn't bear the stimulation continued to be carried out of the field on stretchers and stuffed into ambulances on call at any time.

They dare not continue to watch the game, they have an ominous premonition, and they cannot bear to see the failure of the national hero.

Park Bong Joo and Na Woo Ho are the heroes of this country, and they are well-deserved superstars.

However, heroes always have the day of aging.

When he was young, he was also invincible in the world, with swords roaring across the country, invincible in all attacks, and invincible in all battles.

Ten years of glory, the vicissitudes of life, standing on the top of the altar and waiting for the halo to fade away is the cruelest scene on the field. Only then did I understand that a person can defeat the most powerful opponent in the world, but he will never be able to defeat the quietly passing opponent. time.

Xiao Yu is ten years younger than Park Bong Joo.

A battle destined to mean the passage of time and change of dynasty is just a fight for honor and dignity.The former glory will one day become an indifferent back that disappears in people's eyes, and what remains at this moment is the heroic feelings of recalling the past and youth!

29 to 29 draw.

The stadium was completely silent at that moment, and there was no sound.

Park Bong-joo serves.He closed his eyes and held his breath for a moment, then suddenly shot, a long line attack from the outside corner!

Zhan Xiang received the serve and pulled the ball to Luo Yuhao in the backcourt.

Both sides seem to be trying their last slack.For the last ball of the game, there is no need to hold back any more. The liquid is squeezed out drop by drop from the gap between the muscles and bones, and the sweat splashes on the golden field to create the most dazzling picture of the country.

Hack and kill, kill again!

Xiao Yu and Park Fengzhu played more than a dozen rounds of flat draws in front of the net. They were close at hand, and they could see the intense blood in each other's eyes. Every slash seemed to freeze time and space for a moment.

Looking back many years later, standing on the top, looking up at a galaxy in the field of vision, that is the most brilliant time that I can never go back but always remembers in my heart.

They are all people who live for moments, creating countless most wonderful moments with their fingertips, which is the most glorious moment in life.

Park Fengzhu suddenly changed the line, avoiding Xiao Yu with the ball, and sneak attacking Zhan Xiang behind him.

Zhan Xiang flew and smashed the ball in place, and a heavy artillery shot back the ball!

But the strings of his racket snapped suddenly, as if unable to bear the pressure of the silence of the audience, several strings suddenly protruded from the edge of the racket frame, and the end of the racket flashed a meteor-like splendor in the lights.

Without hesitation, Zhan Xiang rushed to the spare racket placed on the sidelines.

Liu Qingsong yelled anxiously, knelt on the commentary platform and punched the case: "For such a crucial shot, the string of Zhan Xiang's racket broke again!"

Park Bong-joo decisively kills a large gap in the backcourt.

Xiao Yu jumped into the fish with all his strength, supported his wrist firmly, swung his body like a flying swallow on the eaves, and retrieved the ball.

Park Fengzhu once again killed the vacant seat behind Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu stood up rolling and crawling from the ground, turned his head and threw himself back, unexpectedly picked up the ball again miraculously.There is no tactics, no ball path, when the world is turned upside down, the height of the net and the position of the sideline are judged entirely by hand feel and awareness.

When Park Bong-joo was about to smash the gap in the backcourt for the third time, Zhan Xiang returned to his position.He suddenly jumped high from the bottom line and smashed with a forehand!

The Koreans both squatted and prepared to kill.

Zhan Xiang's take-off and lead racket are extremely coherent, the most perfect posture in the textbook, his abdomen arched into a silver moon in the sky, the racket suddenly tilted at the moment of the shot, and he retracted all the strength of his wrist, allowing the ball to slide sideways from the racket surface And walk, hanging obliquely towards the net port.

"Drop, drop! This is a skateboard drop from the bottom line of the forehand position! It's wonderful!" Liu Qingsong howled while hugging the table.

That moment stood still for a hundredth of a second.

The figure of Xiangcao's fake action skateboard crane was frozen by the camera, and it was permanently parked on the eyes of the fans all over the country who stood up and cheered wildly and ecstatically.

The ball fluttered down like a feather, and landed lightly in front of the two rackets that the Korean dived to save, only a few inches away.

The weight of this ball belongs to the entire country of the two young people.

Xiao Yu got up from the ground, stared at the ball dumbfounded, suddenly grabbed the net in front of him with both hands, and shook it fiercely.

He turned around and threw himself at the swaying figure in front of him, his eyes were like flooded springs, and tears welled up.He stepped on Xiangcao's crotch, and climbed up like a madman.

Zhan Xiang lifted him up high.

Xiao Yu's two arms vibrated towards the sky, and his neck swung towards the circles of light falling down from clusters on the top of the ceiling.His shorts can barely cover his body, standing on the top, looking up to the sky and screaming, the bright starlight on the top of his head hovering and shining in his eyes!

“30比29！30比29！30比29中国球员赢了！！！！！！！！”

"Friends from the audience, in the just-concluded men's doubles final of the World Badminton Championships, Chinese player Xiao Yuzhanxiang defeated the world's No. !"

Liu Qingsong's hoarse howl became the most exciting sound that autumn.Because of this sound, Liu Dazui almost got himself one of the "Top Ten People Who Moved China" this year.

"Xiao Yu and Zhan Xiang, under the unfavorable situation that only a pair of Chinese players continued to participate in the second round, fought alone, defeated all the armies, and completed this historic breakthrough in the final! This project was approved by our team. The Korean opponent has monopolized the world championships for ten years, ten years, and five times! But today, from this moment on, the men's doubles event in the world badminton world - Jiangshan has changed hands!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!"