Table tennis: Swinging the racket billions of times, achieving a grand slam

Chapter 112 [112] The meaning of teammates’ existence
As it turned out, Chen Jin's guess was not wrong at all.

At the beginning of the third game, Dako not only stepped back from the table or stepped further away, but also strengthened the protection of his own middle lane.

At the same time, the offensive became more aggressive.

Relying on his own strength advantage and changing the landing point, he suppressed Zhang Jiahao's speed.

After all, he is a long-established European triple crown winner. Daco's experience in major competitions, his ability to adapt and adjust, and his judgment and control of the rhythm of the game are not something that a young player like Zhang Jiahao can match.

11: 6.

15: 13.

With his extremely exaggerated backhand ability, Dako won two straight sets and successfully advanced.

Zhang Jiahao was eliminated in the quarterfinals.

However, Zhang Jiahao was not too upset.

He had already prepared himself mentally before the game. With his current strength, it would be harder than climbing to the sky to beat Dako.

When fighting against such a master, as long as you can win one game, it will be considered a success.

Now, we lost the game with a big score of 1:3.

Zhang Jiahao managed to bite off a piece of meat from Dako.

Just like what Li Qian said: "If you win, you make a lot of money, and if you lose, you don't lose anything."

not to mention.

Dako was particularly impressed by Zhang Jiahao's performance in the last game.

When he was leaving the stage, Zhang Jiahao looked up at the audience.

But Chen Jin was smiling and gave him two thumbs up.

Zhang Jiahao grinned, stroked his left index finger under his nose, and then made a scissors hand gesture.

There was no frustration or defeat at all.

In this game, I feel that I have tried my best, so I have no regrets or regrets.

"You played pretty well. Thank you for your hard work."

Li Qian patted Zhang Jiahao on the shoulder and comforted him, "Go back, take a shower, eat well, have a good sleep, and have a good rest."

Although Zhang Jiahao's singles competition has come to an end, this journey is not over yet.

There is another men's doubles semi-final at 4:35 pm.

"it is good."

Zhang Jiahao nodded.

After playing four games, I was exhausted.

Besides, it's almost half past twelve now.

I was so focused during the game that I didn't even notice it.

But as soon as I finished and took a break, I suddenly felt hungry.

After eating another banana to fill his stomach, Zhang Jiahao glanced next door and saw that the game was still going on.

It seems that the match between Xie Mingyang and Matsushima Terusora was particularly tense.

"The score is 1:2?"

Chen Jin moved his seat and continued to watch the game next door. When he saw the score, he frowned slightly, "Xie Mingyang is actually behind?"

at this time.

The match between Xie Mingyang and Matsushima Terusora continued into the fourth inning.

8: 7.

The score was very close.

Sweat had already soaked his temples, and Xie Mingyang was breathing slightly, but his eyes were still as bright and sharp as an eagle's.

"boom!"

With a sudden stomp of his feet, making a deafening sound, Xie Mingyang threw a short hook shot.

It looks like it's tilted, but it's actually not turning.

The stomping sound when serving can just cover up the friction sound, affecting Matsushima Terusora's judgment of the rotation.

Unsurprisingly.

As expected, Matsushima Terusora was fooled and tried to short-circuit.

The moment he touched the ball, he realized something was wrong and his expression changed immediately.

"Oops!"

Matsushima Terusora quickly retreated to the stage.

Before he could stand firm.

"Snapped!"

Xie Mingyang lowered his center of gravity, exerted his strength, and made a diagonal move inside the table.

The tiny ping-pong ball flew towards Matsushima Terusora's backhand baseline at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

Matsushima Terukosora held the racket with his left hand, took a big step with his right foot, seized the position, and used the force to move quickly.

Unexpectedly.

This ball was actually saved by Matsushima Terusora.

Moreover, he can use the opponent's force to his advantage with great speed.

Fortunately, Xie Mingyang reacted quickly and made a backhand side cut.

Then, like a dragonfly skimming the water, he stepped back and left the stage to move on to the next move.

You know that although this ball seems to have a high arc, it has a strong side spin and if you are not careful, it may go out of bounds.

Matsushima Terusora responded calmly, and before the ball was about to rise, he suddenly raised his arm and swung his racket.

There are no special techniques involved, the main point is to make miracles happen with great force.

The ping-pong ball hit Xie Mingyang's forehand triangle hard.

Xie Mingyang took a step forward and pounced.

After all, it was too late and rescue was impossible.

8: 8.

Matsushima Terusora scored four points in a row to tie the score again.

more importantly.

Xie Mingyang made this explosive shot, and he thought it was a sure-fire win.

As a result, he was killed by Matsushima Terusora.

Losing such a goal was a big blow to our morale.

On the contrary, the other party's momentum soared.

"Zhu--"

Matsushima Terusora clenched his fists and roared, his voice echoing throughout the arena.

The momentum is so strong that it is enough to crush Xie Mingyang.

Seeing this, Chen Jin frowned and said, "It's time to call a timeout."

As if he had a telepathic connection with Chen Jin, Xie Mingyang made a pause gesture.

He then put down his racket, picked up a towel, wiped the sweat off his face, and walked to the sidelines.

Different from Matsushima Terusora.

In this battle, Xie Mingyang led the team alone without any off-field guidance.

I picked up the water bottle and while screwing the lid on, I kept thinking about tactical play.

He raised his head to drink water and glanced.

Only then did he notice Chen Jin sitting in the audience.

"Has Zhang Jiahao's match already ended?"

Xie Mingyang turned his head and looked at the next door, and sure enough, it was already empty.

Immediately, he turned his attention back to the game.

"I heard that Matsushima Terusora is a new generation player of the Neon Team. He is indeed quite capable."

Xie Mingyang thought to himself, "If it was Chen Jin, what kind of tactics would he use to fight against Matsushima Terusora?"

So far in the game, it can be seen from the score that his strength is almost the same as Matsushima Terusora.

What matters in the end is who can make more connections and fewer mistakes.

If it were Chen Jin, I'm afraid Chen Jin would not consider any tactics at all. Wouldn't it be better to just crush the opponent with his brute force?
There's no comparison!

"Chen Jin told me before the game that Matsushima Terusora's fighting style is more of a fighting style, emphasizing speed and fast pace."

"Originally, I wanted to confront him head-on and try to break through head-on."

"But now it seems that we still have to control the rhythm and use cleverness to overcome force."

Xie Mingyang put his hands on his waist, took a bite of his banana, and already had a way to deal with the situation in his mind.

The timeout is over and the serve is served.

As soon as Matsushima Terusora came on the court, he changed to a counter-spin serve.

"Trying to trick me?"

Xie Mingyang saw through it at a glance and sneered in his heart.

After all, he had played a game with Zhang Jiahao and was extremely familiar with the left-handed player's serve.

Matsushima Terusora's tricks couldn't fool Xie Mingyang at all.

After judging the rotation, Xie Mingyang stepped forward decisively and inserted his right leg under the table.

Twist your waist and raise your elbows.

Use your forearm and wrist to exert force suddenly.

"Snapped!"

One shot directly penetrated Matsushima Terusora's forehand.

"Ok?"

Matsushima Terusora hadn't even reacted yet and looked at Xie Mingyang in shock.

Many of his opponents who play against him for the first time will be fooled by his serving routine.

Unexpectedly, Xie Mingyang saw through it at a glance.

Ignoring Matsushima Terusora's shocked look, Xie Mingyang walked to the left side of the table with an indifferent look on his face and wiped the sweat from his fingers on the table.

"If I can win this time, I'll have to at least treat Zhang Jiahao to a cup of milk tea when I get back."

Xie Mingyang thought.

If Zhang Jiahao hadn't practiced with him and made him familiar with the left-handed style of play, he would have probably lost that point.

With the score so close, every point is crucial.

Although there was only a one-point difference, the psychological pressure on the lagging side was incomparable to the previous day when the score was 9:8.

Perhaps, this is the meaning of teammates' existence.

Although they don't like each other in normal times, they can still help each other invisibly at critical moments.

(End of this chapter)