Chapter 1808 Abandoning Armor

Competitive sports are ever-changing——

Sometimes, opportunities are created by oneself; sometimes, opportunities are leaked by opponents.

The key point is that when opportunities arise, when flaws and loopholes appear, can the players grasp it and break the balance of confrontation?

From this point of view, there is no doubt that Gao Wen is already at the level of a giant. Even if he faces the Big Four on the Grand Slam stage, he will not fall behind at all.

At this time, Gawain once again showed his wisdom and maturity, improving his concentration at the right time, firmly grasping the game, and taking decisive action.

This point was not only the most exciting and interesting point since the start of the match, but also the real turning point of the first set.

Ordinary fans and viewers may think that in Zverev's last serve game, Gao Wen led "0:40" and broke serve, which was the turning point; but professionals who observe carefully can find that in this game, "30" :15" is the key point, Gao Wen won the final victory.

Then——

At "30:40", Zverev's forehand went out of bounds, and then out of bounds again. Moreover, Zverev tried to challenge with an eagle eye, but then the referee reminded him that he no longer had an eagle eye. Seeing the opportunity to challenge Zverev made Zverev very depressed and muttered something.

Immediately afterwards, Gao Wen relied on continuous forehand attacks to reach the net very suddenly and unexpectedly. He relied on volleys in front of the net to completely break the balance of the confrontation. He effortlessly scored a winning point and once again broke Zverev's shot. Serve the game to expand the score advantage and lay the foundation for victory.

The entire confrontation situation was completely subverted.

and……

No one, not Zverev or the audience, understood what was going on, so why did it suddenly take a turn for the worse? In the end what happened?

From leading "2:1" to falling behind "2:5", after losing four games in a row, my whole brain felt dizzy like a ball of paste, as if I had drunk fake wine. I opened and closed my eyes, waiting to open them again. As soon as I saw it, it was already Gao Wen's serve that won the set, which really made it difficult for people to keep up with the progress of the game.

To make matters worse, Zverev did not have time to collect his thoughts and settle his emotions. After just ninety seconds, the inter-set break was over.

In a confused way, little Zverev had to step onto the court again with a confused head.

The cheers and shouts of Arthur Ashe Stadium that were comparable to a rock concert, the constant wind and the cold air that enveloped the skin at night did not help.

Zverev thought he had adapted to the court and the environment, but only after getting deeper into the game did he realize that the Grand Slams are different after all. Even the Big Four were extra cautious in the first two rounds of the Grand Slams. Focus, let alone a newcomer with no experience in the field?

"40:0".

I don’t know what happened, but Gao Wen had already won three consecutive set points in his service game.

Moreover, the first ACE of the first set was easily cashed in without any bloodshed.

"6:2".

The first set took a total of thirty-five minutes.

Among them, the first three rounds took nearly twenty minutes, and the last four rounds were over in a blink of an eye.

When he returned to the dugout, Zverev's steps were a little unsteady, and his mind was still confused until he sat down.

Snapped--

After all, Zverev was still unable to control himself. He threw a racket while sitting down, but the hard throw was not enough to vent his anger. He actually stood up again, gripped the racket tightly and smashed it to the ground.

Bang.

Bang bang bang bang bang.

After smashing it six times, until the entire racket was shattered and twisted into a modern work of art, and the carbon fiber fragments were like scattered flowers from a goddess, little Zverev finally regained some sense, panted and sat down again, slowly The land returned to calm.

Violent enough, bloody enough.

Shh!

The Arthur Ashe Stadium was sparsely booed again, complaining about Zverev's childish behavior that he couldn't afford to lose.

At this time, little Zverev had no time to pay attention to the audience. He had a worse nightmare to face——

Maximum consumption.

""6:2".

Actually!

So far, in the three meetings between Gao Wen and Zverev Jr., the numbers on the scoreboard are, "", "", and "6:2".

It was ugly, very, very ugly, and those nightmares became clear again, firmly pinching little Zverev's heart.

He couldn't understand or see through what was going on in this game. From the opening to the state to the confrontation, everything was different from the past two meetings; he also firmly believed that this was a brand new game, and he didn't need to Instead of being haunted by nightmares from the past, focus should be on the present.

However! but! The results of it?

Grass.

Little Zverev cursed and couldn't hold it back.

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

He thought he had the situation under control and breaking the maximum spending limit was no problem at all, but now?

Those ridicules, those ridicules, those scorns began to buzz in the brain again, almost exploding.

Zverev reminded himself that he needed to calm down, he needed to focus, and if he didn't want the nightmare to happen again, he had to think of a solution.

Therefore, he now has no time to compete with the audience, and his brain starts to work quickly, reviewing the first set again, trying to find the crux.

Unfortunately, this is not an easy task——

Father, like son.

At the same time, game experience also plays an important role. The more experienced you are, the easier it is to find out the crux. On the contrary, it may take some time to get a glimpse of the overall situation.

To make matters worse, the break between sets did not help. It seemed that one second he had just sat down, and the next second the referee announced that the game should continue.

My mind was still a mess, with thousands of thoughts all knotted and intertwined. I didn’t know what I was thinking. I stepped onto the court in a hurry. The only thing I could realize was the "maximum consumption" The nightmare, in bold letters, hangs high above my head.

A vicious cycle is like this. The more nervous you are, the easier it is to make mistakes. The more mistakes you make, the easier it is to be nervous. The fear of "maximum consumption" firmly grasps the heart, so that one wants to exert force, speed up, and Pressure, but the more you want to do this, the more you can't control the ball.

As a result, there were more and more mistakes.

Essentially, the second set is different from the first set.

The mistakes in the first set came from overexcitement.

The mistakes in the second set came from the breakdown of concentration caused by excessive tension, so that the accuracy of the shot plummeted.

Of course, fluctuations in physical fitness also play an important role.

If players can stay awake and calm, think carefully, there are different reasons behind the same mistakes, calm down and adjust their tactics and state, then it is not impossible to reverse the situation of the game——

Of course, it also depends on the opponent's adjustments.

But if players are involved in irritability and anxiety, the situation will only get worse and worse, and the dark abyss is a bottomless black hole.

Zverev Jr., that's it.

——"0:4".

The pace of losing consecutive games could not be stopped at all, the armor was abandoned, and the army was defeated.

Maybe...that's it for the game?