Rebirth Tianyu Tianxiang [Badminton]

No one thought that the second game would end like this.

Most people silently guessed the ending, but didn't guess the process.

Because the South Korean team won the first game, they had the right to serve as soon as the second game came up.

Kim Dong-sung serves with a weird line.

Tan Bing hastily returned the serve and raised the backcourt high ball.

Li Junlong was waiting in the backcourt, and it was a tricky and quick point kill!

Since then, the Koreans have been in control of serving, serving ball by ball, killing ball by ball, landing, and scoring.

Those two guys on the field ran all over the field like idiots, but couldn't catch the ball.Liu Xuening's face became more and more red, while Tan Bing's face became more and more white.

0: 3!

0: 5!

0: 7!

Mr. Zhong, who was sitting upright on the coach's bench behind the baffle, turned his face to the side, turned his neck up and down, left and right, and didn't want to watch the game anymore.Brother Biao hugged his chest tightly with both arms, forcing the nameless anger suffocated in his chest, and his face became stiff.

The athletes in the stands were also dumbfounded.

"What's going on, what's going on, these two people?!"

"This, this, this, how did this ball lose so quickly and so simply? Why didn't you counterattack, making people feel stupid?!"

In the rebroadcast hall, Liu Dazui made a trembling voice and mourned: "A natural disaster, this is a natural disaster! Why did the two players of the Chinese team look like they were struck by lightning? Losing point by point? What the hell happened in this game?!"

With the 21-point system, you don’t need to change your serve. You can score points directly if you hit the ball in the opponent’s court anyway.With such a point system and such rules, even in a game with a huge disparity in strength, no matter what, you shouldn't be bald by the opponent, and you shouldn't lose points!

Tan Bing's face was pale, his lips were trembling, and sweat was dripping, dripping hastily from his eyelids, bridge of nose, and sides of his cheeks.His arm holding the racket kept shaking, but his wrist and fingers couldn't make any effort, and he didn't know what he was hitting.

Liu Xuening picked up the ball in frustration, passed him again and again, and asked him with eyes and short words: "Bingbing, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you? What are you thinking about with your eyes so straight? You?" "

Tan Bing didn't know what he was thinking.In front of him was a hexagonal halo that made him dizzy, and the halo immediately transformed into a dense net, wrapping him in the middle, making him breathless.

Across the net, Kim Dong Sung took another shot, killing the ball one meter away from his feet.

Xiao Chengcheng's handsome face was shadowy, dangling back and forth.The shape of that face slowly changed, the hair became shorter, the cheeks became thinner, the eyes became rounder, the lips were still slightly pursed, and there was a teasing expression in the relaxedness...

That face turned into Xiao Yu!

Xiao Yu smiled triumphantly at him!

The score is already 0:13!

A bunch of substitutes in the stands covered their faces in pain, unable to believe the extremely sad score in front of them.

Xiao Yu and Zhan Xiang also stared blankly at the venue, without moving for a long time.

Xiao Yu said to his partner beside him in a low voice: "Is there something wrong with Xiao Binghua? Da Ningzi doesn't have much experience in competitions, and he is about to collapse!"

Zhan Xiang murmured: "Tan Bing's skill level shouldn't be like this, even if he can't win, he won't lose so outrageously!... I think there is something wrong with his mentality."

Xiao Yu nodded: "He may want to win too much."

Zhan Xiang frowned and said: "The movement is too tight, and his whole body is already stiff. He doesn't seem to be playing at all. He is not fighting against his opponent, but he is blindly competing with himself."

At 0:15, the Korean finally scored a point because he missed the net once, and the two sides tacitly went straight to the match point with a more rapid progress.

This round of balls was finally fixed at the outrageous score of 1:21!

The camera reporter from China standing on the sidelines pointed the thick cannon tube at the blurred stands, and couldn't bear to shoot the embarrassing score, let alone the stunned players who were instantly frozen by the score. .

The Guoyu forum on the Internet has been exploded, with a bunch of questions with dozens of long titles splashing blood and tears, a series of question marks and exclamation points, and the forum is said to have been hacked by angry hackers who hate Korea and patriotism. Only recovered the next day.

If it wasn't for the fact that the Korean made a mistake and gave away a free point, the opponent would almost have been fed a zero egg in this game!

In the broadcasting room, Liu Qingsong's face was swollen like a pig's liver, his eyeballs were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse as he patted the script on the table: "Shame, this score is simply a national humiliation! Facing the powerful South Korean team, our The national team acted as if they were releasing water and flattering them. They surrendered early during the game, without even the most effective resistance, and allowed their opponents to massacre the city! Hurting power and humiliating the country—”

Grieving reporters drew up a press release on the sidelines of the venue, and the draft appeared on the Internet and newspapers a few hours later: 10 minutes, it only took 10 minutes to lose a game!The Korean-phobia of the Guozihao team intensified. Guoyu suffered a tragic black for 10 minutes. During this full 10 minutes of vacuum time, they couldn't even play! ! !

Tan Bing didn't know how he got off the field.

From the field to the athletes' rest room, there is only a short tens of meters. He walked for a long time, and for a long time, no matter how he walked, he could not reach the end of this passage.There was a black hole in front of me, sweat was streaming down the eyelids, and the blackness on both sides was full of shaking heads, shocked gazes, and pointing gestures...

Boss Zhong was wearing a baseball cap, and fled into the lounge first with a sullen head, fearing that he would be caught and questioned by the domestic media if he lost the game.

The host's TV station reporters, South Korean reporters, and domestic reporters realized at this time that a big-score fiasco is just as shockingly newsworthy as a big-score victory, so they rushed over with their cameras on their shoulders, Hei's camera was aimed at Tan Bing's face, and the microphone reached out to his chest to interview, but was stopped by the assistant coach: "Don't take pictures, don't take pictures! The athletes are going back to rest!"

In the dejected lounge, Brother Biao was so angry that he didn't say a word. Only Mr. Zhong, who was always the best at laughing, was still able to speak at this time, and he kept making gestures to Tan Bing and Liu Xuening: "You two , Why do you think you two are so stupid! At that time, when you are completely defeated by your opponent, you should be careful, and you can find a way to slow down!"

Tan Bing sat on the bench blankly, with his head bowed and his back trembling.The people next to him were embarrassed to comfort him; everyone has lost before, but no one has lost such an ugly score.

Mr. Zhong said loudly angrily: "You should raise your hand to signal the referee, take a chance to wipe off your sweat, and drink saliva, you can delay the rhythm, why are you really fooled by your opponent?!"

Tan Bing was about to cry, and his voice of grievance was like a broken clapstring, trembling in the stagnant air: "I, I, I wanted to tell the referee, but the right to serve has always been in the hands of the opponent, and the referee just didn't Let me wipe my sweat..."

The loss of this game pushed the Chinese team's position in the group stage to a dead end, and even ranked behind the British team in small points.

The South Korean team won both games and advanced smoothly ahead of schedule.The Chinese team can only compete with the UK for another qualifying spot.

Tan Bing buried a pale and lifeless face in the palm of his hands.It's over, it's over now, the Chinese team just lost a group match, and what he lost is probably the main position of the national team and the trust of the coaching staff in him.

Thousands of miles away, in the dormitory of a sports team in a certain provincial capital, Cheng Hui was lying on a small bed bored, watching all the broadcasts.

Those who wanted to watch had no chance to play.The reason why he insisted on watching the entire field was that when Tan Bing and Liu Xuening were picking up the ball, domestic reporters' cameras would quickly pass over a corner of the stands from time to time, occasionally capturing the figures of the cheerleaders from the bench lineup among the audience.

Xiao Yu's small head was exposed three times on the pitch-black stands, and it suddenly appeared.A pair of dripping black eyeballs still reveals that very seductive wit.

Cheng Hui pushed down a cigarette butt, picked up another cigarette, carefully glanced at the close-up of Tan Bing's sad and sad side face on the screen, and sneered in his heart, hum, this little guy looks pretty pretty , You are so beautiful and hairy as a player, ah?Why don't you make a movie?I waited here for two hours in vain, but I didn't see a few shots of my family kissing the little bird. What the hell it was all about you!

He picked up the phone, clicked a line of words, and sent it to a distant place.International calls are too expensive to make calls, so I can only send text messages.

[Little Bird, it's your turn for the next game, come on!Don't get up, be careful, I will kick your little tender ass! 】Xiao Yu and Zhan Xiang were in the hotel room, and had just sent away Boss Du who had come to arrange strategies and tactics.

The coaching staff has already made a decision, let Yu Xiang's team go up and give it a go in the life-and-death match against the British team tomorrow night.

In fact, it’s not that the coach has lost trust in Bingxue, but that such a disastrous defeat in a game is a heavy blow to any young athlete, and it will inevitably cause psychological shadows. He needs to wait for him to adjust his emotions and regain his confidence.Therefore, not letting Tan Bing play again for the time being is also a kind of "protection" for him to prevent him from losing streak.

Brother Biao asked the two of them with a stern look: "You two see where they lost today?"

Xiao Yu hesitated: "Hmm...the game lacks stability."

Zhanxiang interface: "Too impatient, I didn't perform well."

Brother Biao said: "It's not a problem of not performing well, it's an imbalance of mentality. The atmosphere of the competition is different from the usual team training or the game at home. The audience bluffed and there were cannons on both sides of the field When I got up, my mind was in a daze, and I didn't pay attention to every ball at all!... They were in a daze, what about the two of you? Can you give me the top at the critical moment?!"

When Xiao Yu and Zhan Xiang heard this, they couldn't help but "swish" their backs and straighten their chests, accepting the whipping and inspection by Boss Du's two tricky eyes.

Brother Biao stared at the two young faces in front of him, the two children he had high hopes for, and said word by word: "Tomorrow's game, the first and most important thing for you two is to grasp the serve and receive well, understand?" ? When receiving the serve, you must avoid being directly culled or jumped by the opponent, and when serving the serve, you must target the opponent's weak point, and the shot must be fast, the angle must be tricky, and the wrist must be ruthless!  …”

Du Biao's voice suddenly softened consciously at this time, he loosened his tense cold face, and said: "Also, no matter what the result of the game is, just do your best. How do you two train normally? How do I teach you?" Give it to you, just give me the best level!"

"Understood!" The two nodded emphatically together.

After taking a shower, Xiao Yu still didn't fall asleep immediately, lying on the bed with a drawing board to study footwork and ball-routing tactics.Zhan Xiang came over from behind, rubbed his wet hair, and held his right wrist: "Your hand is really completely healed? Can you do it in tomorrow's game?"

Xiao Yu turned his head and smiled, "My injury has healed a long time ago! I'm fine, Brother Xiang, don't worry, I will never lose the chain!"

Zhan Xiang scratched Xiao Yu's palm with his fingers, and there were several obvious white marks there.

For a whole month, Xiao Yu had to stay in the training room alone every night to practice wrist and finger strength in addition to his daily training, which was very hard.

After suffering such an injury, the front, back, inside and outside of the entire right hand became rough, not as good as before.A small part is due to the remaining scars, and most of them are due to too much training, the knuckles have become thick, and the slightly immature and slender fingers are covered with a layer of hard skin and thick calluses.

A right hand that was still slightly green and childish, now looks like it has been polished by sandpaper soaked in water for several rounds, and the edges and corners are tempered with toughness and vicissitudes. It is no longer a child. , like the hands of a middle-aged man who has experienced wind and rain.

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The next day, the Chinese national team's last stand.

Reporters from all walks of life, both domestic and foreign, flocked to the venue, and the venue was surrounded by darkness.

Two hours before the game, the head coaches of the two sides have already submitted the lineup list to the referee on duty, and the referee draws lots to determine the arrangement of the game.When the result of the lottery came out, the coaches once again twitched with depression: Another ghost, the referee actually arranged the fatal men's doubles match for the first match, the first match!

Xiao Yu and Zhan Xiang, who participated in the world-class competition for the first time after being paired, will play the first game for the Chinese team!

The media has launched a war of words in advance, and the parties are arguing endlessly.

Will the Chinese team be out of the group early and create the worst record in the history of participating in the Sudirman Cup?

Will Zhong Quanhai, who has been in the national team for many years, encounter a crisis of confidence and lose his coaching position?

The most important thing is that a pair of men's doubles rookies in this battle of life and death have never been tested in a team competition before. Who are these two?Can they do it? !

The domestic reporters were filled with grief and indignation. The little brother of "National Sports News" even tied a red silk cloth on his head, and wrote the two big characters "must win" with yellow oil paint. Temporary cheerleaders for the Chinese team.

Meanwhile, the foreign counterparts looked like they were just watching the excitement. In fact, they wished that there would be a big accident and a big upset in this venue, so that everyone could grab the news.

Xiao Yu stood quietly in front of the net, lightly pinched the feathers of the ball with his fingers, and used his right hand to gather momentum for the last moment before serving.

Zhan Xiang was firmly guarding Xiao Yu's side and rear, holding a racket in his left hand, leaning forward, ready to catch the ball.

The eyes of all Chinese viewers through the TV screen focused on the close-up of these two faces, one in front and one in back.

The two faces they will keep admiring and reading about again and again for years to come!

Yuxiang is facing the famous doubles combination Todd/Lund of the British team ranked among the top ten in the world.The two are tall, energetic, and explosive. They are typical power players.

Xiao Yu glanced at the two "bears" across the net, as if Liu Xuening suddenly appeared in front of him in the shape of two iron towers, or a foreign bear with golden hair all over his body!

Kick off!

Xiao Yu sent a short and inch corner kick near the net.

Todd receives the serve.

Xiao Yu didn't give the opponent the slightest breather, and immediately followed by a backhand long-line ball from the backcourt!

Lund picked the ball back with a backhand.

Lund's backhand slash was exactly Zhan Xiang's forehand.Zhan Xiang had predicted the ball a long time ago, pulled away with a few steps, his left wrist exploded, and he hit the ball to the corner of the sideline with a neat straight shot!

"Good shot!" The cheerleaders from the reporters outside the stadium began to applaud.

Xiao Yu served the ball again. Before serving, he stretched his hand behind his back as usual, and gave Zhan Xiang a signal to indicate the direction of the ball.

This time, he still took a short and sharp inside corner kick.

The ball looks unremarkable, but in fact, as soon as the ball touches the racket, it contains external rotation of the wrist and strong finger power.This is Xiao Yu's first-hand boy's skill that Xiao Yu has practiced since he was playing with baking pans since he was a child!

Lund received the ball, and as soon as he touched the ball, he found that the ball felt weird, with a strong backspin.

The quality of Lund's return was not high, so Xiao Yu took the opportunity to go straight to the net and cull it on the spot!

The opponent tried hard to catch the ball, but never thought that Zhan Xiang would also see the opportunity to step on the net, cooperate with Xiao Yu's rhythm, and jointly block in front of the net!

One pat, two pats, three pats, four pats, pats show strength and show no mercy.

In a dazzling round, with a very fast high point press in front of the net, Zhan Xiang jumped up with his height advantage and smashed the ball hard into the opponent's bounds!

"Wow - good shot! It's beautiful!"

At this moment, the fan group of reporters woke up like a dream, and they stood up one after another, their eyes were full of hope, the cannon barrel was aimed at Xiao Yu and Zhan Xiang, and the focus circle hit the eyebrows and noses of the two people, trying to capture the corners of their eyebrows and eyes Every slightest expression!

Everyone didn't expect the start, the Yuxiang team quickly took a 5:0 lead!

The press corps looked dumbfounded, and the death squads with bandages wrapped around their heads began to howl. Is this the case?

The game has just started, and the first round of the five-match team competition has just started!

Is the Chinese team planning to "slaughter the city" today? !

In the live video bar of a certain wave and a certain fox, there are all kinds of soy sauce party viewers who have not watched a badminton game for hundreds of years. In just a few minutes, it exploded, with countless strings of super long and eye-catching titles, flashing blind Question mark and exclamation mark of human eye.

Who are the two tall, one short, tall, handsome, giant shoes, one red, one yellow, short, super cute, super monstrous shoes, silver and blue, who are playing the game now? ! ! !

Xiao Yu and Zhan Xiang wore two identical sets of pure white dark flower jerseys and shorts, which looked extremely harmonious, but they used different colored sneakers to show their individuality.

Zhan Xiang slightly lowered his body to receive the serve, and stared at the two opponents on the opposite side of the net.Of those two, one is the great virtue son and the other is the second virtue son.Xiao Yu never bothered to memorize the names of foreigners, he especially liked to give various nicknames to his opponents.

Obliquely ahead, the arms of his "Commander Feather" rotated inwards, slightly forming a heart shape. Before hitting the ball, it paused for a moment at the fingertips, and shot it in an instant. Under the sky full of lights, it shone silver!