Match Point

"Match Point(

boom!

Flat serve!

To some extent, Saramento guessed, but the actual operation is still a little bit off.

The speed is 186 kilometers per hour.

Close serve.

Even though Saramento was mentally prepared, the speed of the ball was still too fast and fierce. His footsteps could not completely get out of the way of hitting the ball, but he barely blocked it with the racket. This also means that Gao Wen At the last moment, the quality of the ball was used to suppress Saramento's return.

state.

The hits are a bit dull, but the return quality is surprisingly good.

There was no speed, but the rotation was very strong, and it tore some angles, and flew towards the sideline of Gao Wen's backhand. The landing point was deeper than expected, close to the bottom line, and the suppression effect exceeded expectations.

At least, the landing point plus rotation should increase the difficulty of Gao Wen's attack to some extent.

Tread.

Gao Wen's stance was obviously postponed a little bit, because of the spin and bounce, he needed more room to swing the racket.

But the preparation for the swing is still very sufficient, the entire backhand with both hands has been completely set up, the eyes are fixed on the tennis ball like a torch, and the adjustments are made in small steps.

The batting setup is done, but... the straight line? slash?

Saramento held the racket in both hands, jumped lightly on the spot, kept his center of gravity mobile, and quickly glanced at Gao Wen's preparations for hitting the ball, but Gao Wen's backhand with both hands was very, very secretive. Control to change the line, this is the most difficult place for the opponent.

straight line!

Saramento can only gamble on one side, after all, the straight backhand is Gao Wen's strong point.

However!

The footsteps had just moved to his right, and the next second he realized that his judgment was wrong.

Gao Wen, who was in sight, stood very solidly with his legs, and with his left leg as the center of gravity, his power extended from his heel all the way up, fully transferred and fully exerted, and his swing was very full, and then he could see the movement of his left arm pushing his right arm Swing the racket, and suddenly speed up when the racket is finally released.

A skim, a toss.

In an instant, the tennis ball flew at full speed in a diagonal direction.

Slash!

On the match point, Gao Wen did not choose the backhand straight line that he is famous for, but attacked the diagonal line. More importantly, he hit the ball fast and flat, and the whole pressing action was very obvious.

ah!

Saramento reflexively made a sudden stop and turn, abruptly pulling his body to change direction, moving laterally to the left.

Tread.

Tread.

The action of pushing the ground with all your strength can firmly feel the surging ground reaction force, and the burst of muscle power makes the whole person enter the sprint stage of selflessness.

almost!

Just a little bit!

It was going to be too late, because Gao Wen's hitting power was too full, with plenty of speed and power. Even though Saramento's reaction speed was unbelievable, it was still a little bit short.

ah!

A split!

Saramento made a split to save the ball that would only appear on a clay court. His backhand was stretched to the extreme with both hands, and he barely made a chop with a machete, and barely used the friction speed of the racket head to slice the tennis ball back.

bass!

The whole body has been stretched to the extreme, but after all, he managed to save the tennis ball.

Whoosh!

The tennis ball flew out in a parabola, and the arc was longer than imagined. It even crossed the teeing area and forced Gao Wen, who was about to hit the ball in the baseline, to take two big steps back and stood on the baseline. Close to finishing the shot.

Although the landing point was deeper than expected, there was no rotation or strength at all. For Gao Wen who had prepared early, it was not difficult.

Adjustment. Adjustment, small step adjustment.

It can be seen that Gao Wen is very focused and devoted. He adjusted his stance in small steps continuously, and then found the most comfortable position and angle. He raised his forehand and directly patted the smash ball, then directed the tennis ball towards the other side. The dead corner buckled down.

boom!

The full sound of hitting the ball exploded over the court.

top!

stop!

change!

Saramento stomped on the ground with his left leg and supported the ground with his racket. He stood up again in a flash, and then the powerful reaction force pushed his body out, as if his feet were already on fire, and ran at full speed .

sprint! sprint!

Saramento could clearly feel that all the colors in the world turned into a ball of light and shadow, whistling past him, the gorgeous golden sun was so brilliant and so dazzling.

As if life is so simple, just need to... run, that's enough.

run! Like it's the end of the world.

Tread Tread.

Tread Tread.

Soon, Saramento realized that he could not catch up.

Gao Wen's return was very light, with a lot of spin deliberately superimposed, and it was still spinning outward after landing, and it had already slipped into the shadow under the audience stands in a blink of an eye.

Even if Saramento turned into a whirlwind, he still couldn't catch up after all.

So, that's the end of it.

But Saramento still didn't stop running, even harder and faster.

How good would it be if life could be like this moment, running away without thinking?

Saramento knows that he will never forget this game, just as he will never forget those countless moments when he was happy because of tennis, sad because of tennis, and regretful because of tennis. This is his youth and his Life.

Once, he also stood on this field, fighting to the last moment, like a soldier.

When the game is over, he can leave the field with his head held high and say goodbye.

Running, Saramento ran all the way like this, almost rushing into the auditorium, but after all, he still failed to complete this catch.

"Competition ~ www.wuxiamtl.com ~ high."

In the ear, the voice of the referee announcing the end of the game came, officially drawing a full stop.

"6:1", "6:3".

Gawain, win.

Saramento controlled his body center of gravity, the smile on the corner of his mouth was completely blooming, and then he stood near the baseline and glanced at the field with some nostalgia, as if he wanted to deeply impress the audience and his teammates. Staying in my mind, I finally saw Gao Wen.

Gao Wen stood in front of the net with a smile on his face, waiting patiently.

Saramento let out a breath, then trotted towards the net, instead of shaking hands, he hugged Gawain.

"exciting competition."

He said.

Thousands of words, in fact, there are many, many things I want to say. He wants to thank Gao Wen for his all-out efforts. He has shown all his abilities in this game. next to any regrets. But in the end, the words turned into the simplest sentence.

That, he believed, was enough.

Gawain nodded slightly.

"exciting competition."

Then, they let go of their arms—after all, they were rivals in the same city, and they really didn't know each other at all.

Saramento walked to the referee first, prepared to shake hands with the referee, and then returned to where the Trojans were.

However, Saramento suddenly found that the fans were applauding, even the fans of the Bruins.

Saramento was a little puzzled. When he turned around, he could see Gao Wen raised his hands high and was applauding. Therefore, the Bruins fans also temporarily put aside their grievances and grudges against their rivals in the same city, and applauded to express their respect and appreciation.

The audience applauded thunderously.

Saramento's eye sockets were slightly warm, and in an instant, they condensed into eternity.