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

Chapter 149: The escort of two straight-board masters! (6K)

"Whoo~"

Chen Jin let out a breath.

My ears were filled with the applause that resounded throughout the audience.

Like thunder.

There were also a few hysterical shouts of "Chen Jin, come on!"

For the audience.

This game is exciting enough.

Definitely worth the money.

Especially Chen Jin's performance, which can only be described as "stunning".

The straight-blade playing style has been almost taken to the extreme.

It is hard to imagine that this young man with varied playing styles yet calm and composed is actually just a rookie.

At the moment the game ends.

in the audience.

Even Liu Guoliang, Li Suo, Wang Hao and others couldn't help but stand up and applaud Chen Jin.

"How long has it been since our national table tennis team's straight-blade player made it to the finals of a tournament of this level?"

Liu Guoliang was a little dazed.

To know.

He used to be a straight-blade player.

Moreover, he is the only straight-blade player to have won a Grand Slam so far.

Since his retirement, the national table tennis team has seen the emergence of straight-blade masters such as Wang Hao, Ma Lin and Xu Xin.

however.

The glory of the Chinese national table tennis team's straight-blade team reached its peak since the 08 Beijing Olympics.

After that, there was a visible decline.

Even Xu Xin is just the last ray of light of the Chinese national table tennis team's straight-blade team.

In terms of combat performance, he is not as good as Zhang Jike and Ma Taki of his time.

Even as straight-blade players, they cannot reach the same level as Wang Hao and Ma Lin.

After Xu Xin, the Chinese national table tennis team only has Xue Fei left who is struggling to support the team.

It’s a pity that Xue Fei failed to make the move.

In today's big ball era where horizontal blades are the mainstream, straight-blade players seem to have become the old party in the world, and there are no ships that carry them anymore.

And this young man in front of us finally brought a ray of hope to the Chinese national table tennis team.

Do not know why.

Looking at Chen Jin on the field, Liu Guoliang suddenly remembered that many years ago, there was a pure young man who shaved his head and vowed to do so. He also sweated for his passion.

Li Suo thought for a moment and said, "It should be many years."

There was a hint of emotion in his words.

Yes.

For many years.

There were so many that even he, the head coach of the national table tennis team, couldn't remember them all at once.

"In recent years, it should be Xu Xin."

Wang Hao whispered, "In 22 years, it was also the Macau Championship."

"But Xu Xin fell in the semi-finals and failed to make it to the finals."

at the same time.

Xuperman live broadcast room.

Xu Xin seemed to sense something and suddenly sneezed.

"Sneezing for no reason."

Xu Xin pulled out a tissue and said, "Someone must be talking about me."

"Speaking of our national table tennis team's straight-blade players, it seems like it's been a long time since anyone has made it to a final of this level."

Xu Xin was not without emotion.

"Before Chen Jin, it should be you, Brother Xin."

Cheng Jingqi smiled.

"That's all old news to me."

Xu Xin laughed at himself, "It is well known that my singles performance has always been unstable."

"Among the three major tournaments, I only won the World Cup singles championship."

"Coach Liu used to say that I was always laughing and joking. Isn't being the world's No. 1 so great? I'm just the uncrowned king."

Looking at Xu Xin who was smiling somewhat sadly, Cheng Jingqi lowered his voice and said to himself: "You are the world number one, at least you have a World Cup singles championship."

"Chen Jin is quite calm."

Xu Xin changed the subject, "At such a young age, it was his first time playing in the Macau Championships, and he made it to the finals, but he didn't seem excited at all."

"If it was any other kid, he would have jumped up high."

Seeing the end of the game, Chen Jin, with a calm face and silently clenched fists, walked forward and shook hands with Lin Shidong, who was a little disappointed.

"With Xiao Shitou's ability, if Chen Jin hadn't been there, he would probably have been the champion of this Macau Championship."

Xu Xin felt a little regretful, "What a pity, since we have Yu, why do we have Liang?"

“Maybe in another world, it was Little Stone who made it to the finals.”

Cheng Jingqi smiled.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Xu Xin laughed, "By the way, who will be Chen Jin's opponent in tomorrow's final?"

"Qiu Party."

An assistant's voice came from off-screen.

"Who? Qiu Party?"

Xu Xin's eyes widened. "Oh my god, then tomorrow's final will be a straight blade battle, right?"

"In the finals, it's a straight-blade battle... all the elements are in place, my friends."

"How many years has it been since there was such a scene?"

Xu Xin rubbed his palms together, his face full of excitement, "The most classic straight-blade battle in history was the 08 Olympics."

"The last time there was a straight-blade battle of this level, if I remember correctly, was the 12 Tour Finals."

Cheng Jingqi smiled and said, "Right, Brother Xin?"

That match was a straight-blade battle between Xu Xin and Wang Hao.

In the end, Xu Xin defeated Wang Hao with a score of 4:0 and won his first men's singles championship in the Tour Finals.

"A fluke, a fluke."

Xu Xin chuckled, "It's been many years, and I can finally see the straight-blade battle again on such a high-level competition stage."

……

After shaking hands with the referee.

Return to the lounge area.

Chen Jin put down his racket and wiped the sweat off his face, while the interview on the sidelines was already ready.

It’s the same female translator from the day before yesterday.

"First of all, congratulations to Chen Jin for winning the semi-final. Before the game, what preparations did you make to face a player like Lin Shidong?"

The female translator looked at Chen Jin with a smile.

"Prepare normally and compete normally."

Chen Jin smiled.

ha?
Why does this answer sound so familiar?
The female translator still keeps smiling because of her high professionalism.

Subsequently.

He continued, "You and Lin Shidong are both new generation players of the Chinese team. After this competition, how do you evaluate Lin Shidong's performance today?"

"Very strong."

There was a hint of firmness in Chen Jin's tone.

Hear the words.

The smile on the female translator's face finally began to wear off: "I'm sure this kid's answer this time is exactly the same as last time."

Take a deep breath.

The female translator tried hard to keep smiling.

"One last question, what are your expectations for tomorrow's final?"

"champion!"

"..."

The interview is over.

Chen Jin smiled and waved.

Amidst warm applause.

Carrying a backpack, he walked slowly towards the exit of the stadium.

Outside the stadium exit.

Liu Guoliang, Li Suo, Wang Hao and other national table tennis bigwigs have been waiting for a long time.

"Good boy, good fight."

Liu Guoliang smiled and patted Chen Jin on the shoulder, "Keep working hard tomorrow and win the championship for me."

"Yes."

Chen Jin's eyes were firm.

"Your opponent tomorrow, Qiu Dang, is the world's second-ranked straight-blade player, second only to Felix."

Liu Guoliang said seriously, "Tomorrow is the final, a straight-blade battle, you must play with full momentum, and hit as hard as you can."

"What do you mean by 'the orthodoxy of straight blades is in Europe'? Our national table tennis team has two great straight blade masters, so it is not the turn of the European straight blades to make a fuss."

"Did you hear that clearly?"

I have to say that when it comes to motivating players, Coach Liu is quite good.

Just a few words can make people's blood boil.

"Listen clearly!"

Chen Jin said firmly, and after a pause, "Coach Liu, don't we have three great straight-blade masters in the national table tennis team?"

"how?"

Liu Guoliang smiled and said, "Aren't the two great masters Wang Hao and Ma Lin enough to teach you?"

"of course not."

Chen Jin smiled and said, "It's just that I heard that Coach Liu's blocked serve is a unique skill, so I want to learn from you."

"it is good."

Liu Guoliang laughed and said, "Once you win the championship in tomorrow's final, you will have plenty of opportunities in the future."

"Coach Liu, please rest assured."

Chen Jin said, "From the moment I embarked on my professional journey, I had only one goal, and that was to become the champion."

The words were sonorous and powerful, as if they were uttered with great force.

Once again won the praise of a group of bigwigs.

at this time.

Not far away in the corner.

Looking at Chen Jin, who was surrounded by a group of national table tennis bigwigs and chatting and laughing, a slightly hunched old figure turned around and left with a smile on his face.

"Okay, it's getting late."

After encouraging Chen Jin a few more times, Liu Guoliang waved his hand and said, "Everyone has worked hard today, go back and rest early."

Everyone dispersed.

"Whoo~"

Chen Jin felt relieved and let out a long breath.

"congratulations."

At this time, a voice came from behind.

Looking back.

But he saw Li Qian and Xie Mingyang, with smiles on their faces, walking slowly towards him with their hands in their pockets.

"I thought you guys had already gone back to the hotel to sleep."

After clapping hands with the two men, Chen Jin said with a smile.

"Such an exciting game, wouldn't it be a pity to miss it?"

Li Qian smiled and said, "You are really good. As soon as you got off the court, you were surrounded by the big names of the national table tennis team. You have a bright future."

“It’s better to be exhausted.”

Chen Jin shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'll go take a shower and change clothes first."

Immediately, go to the lounge.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, I set off back to the hotel.

After a game, I'm exhausted.

Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang returned to the room and ordered two midnight snacks.

The two of them chatted while eating.

"Looking at you in the second game, it seems like you're deliberately testing your backhand ability?"

Xie Mingyang asked.

"Correct."

Chen Jin chewed slowly, "Lin Shidong's backhand is indeed very strong. I want to try and see if I can fight him head-on in the game."

Although there should be opportunities to compete with Lin Shidong in future training.

But training is training, and the pace of the game is completely different.

That's why Chen Jin dared to fight.

"You are quite brave."

Xie Mingyang looked at Chen Jin and said, "In a competition like this, you dare to use your opponent as a training ground."

more importantly.

With Lin Shidong's strength, he is definitely not comparable to those players in the Lima qualifiers.

If you are not careful, you risk losing the game.

"How bold the man is, how productive the land will be."

Chen Jin smiled and said, "Didn't I win in the end?"

"Are you confident that you can beat Lin Shidong?"

Xie Mingyang frowned slightly.

"of course."

Chen Jin raised his chin and smiled confidently, "The only way Lin Shidong can beat me is with his backhand."

“But after the second game, I knew he couldn’t beat me with his backhand.”

"So, I am even more convinced that Lin Shidong will never be able to beat me in this match."

Upon hearing this.

Xie Mingyang was silent for a moment: "In the second game, you fought against Lin Shidong with your backhand. Was it not just that you wanted to test your backhand, but also your strategy?"

"What if?"

Chen Jin smiled and said, "Lin Shidong's backhand is indeed very strong, but as long as you adapt to his strength and withstand his first shot, it will be much easier to play later."

"You will understand after you fight him."

Fight with Lin Shidong?

Xie Mingyang lowered his eyes, not knowing how long he would have to wait.

Have a midnight snack.

The two of them were immersed in their own world.

The moment the mobile phone is connected to the Internet.

Received 99+ messages again.

Almost all of them were congratulations to themselves for successfully advancing to the finals.

Zhang Jiahao: Congratulations, Brother Jin, you are awesome! Chen Jin: You are slacking off during training again, right?

soon.

Zhang Jiahao replied to the message: (*^▽^*)Hehe.

Reply to all messages one by one.

Chen Jin lay on the bed, and as usual, watched and studied Qiu Dang's game video.

It was not until half past eleven that I turned off the lights and went to bed.

The next day.

Wake up early in the morning.

After breakfast at the hotel, he went to the training hall with Xie Mingyang.

The training hall today is particularly deserted.

Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang were even the first to arrive at the scene.

Run around the field and stretch to warm up.

After that, the two began training.

About half an hour passed.

Sun Yingsha, Wang Yidi, Qiu Dang and others appeared in the training hall one after another.

It was just after nine o'clock.

Wang Hao, Ma Lin and several other coaches arrived late.

"Let's go eat a little later in the afternoon."

Glancing at Qiu Dang who was training with Francesca next door, Wang Hao lowered his voice and said to Chen Jin, "I have an appointment with Ma Lin. Will he teach you a few serves?"

Isn’t it just teaching football?

Is it necessary to be so sneaky, like a thief?

Chen Jin actually knew very well that the reason why Wang Hao was so cautious was probably because... Qiu Dang could understand Chinese.

If the Chinese national table tennis team's secret skills were to be learned by their opponents, wouldn't that be a loss?
During the entire morning training, Wang Hao stood on the sidelines and watched without giving any instructions.

It’s almost twelve o’clock.

I watched Qiu Dang and Francesca leave and went to eat.

Wang Hao then smiled at Chen Jin: "Okay, now is the real teaching time."

"Didn't I teach you a backhand underspin move last time?"

"I thought you would need to practice for at least a month to fully master it."

"I didn't expect that you are so talented and have such a high level of comprehension. Not only did you learn it in such a short time, but you also learned from it and applied it to the competition."

Yesterday, I had a battle with Lin Shidong.

Chen Jin's backhand tearing was obviously what Wang Hao had taught him before.

"I'll teach you another trick today."

talking.

Wang Hao took Chen Jin's racket and stood in the backhand position: "Watch it."

Said to Xie Mingyang, "Make me a half-stage."

I just sent a backspin.

Xie Mingyang did as he was told and pushed the ball halfway out of the table with Wang Hao's backhand.

With your right leg in front, squat down.

The forearms and wrists are bent inward, ready to go.

Get at the highest point of the incoming ball.

He threw it out with his backhand.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball was like a heavy artillery, carrying unparalleled power, and blasted towards Xie Mingyang's backhand.

Subconsciously, Xie Mingyang wanted to block it.

however.

The ball hit the table, and the moment it jumped, it turned sharply to the right.

There was even a hint of sinking.

It doesn't match at all.

"Ok?"

Xie Mingyang raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is the side spin of this ball so exaggerated?"

Even more exaggerated.

The power and speed of Wang Hao's shot were no less powerful than the backhand explosive downward spin that he had taught Chen Jin before.

However, the side spin is obviously much more.

"How is this possible?"

Xie Mingyang was a little shocked. "The force and speed are directly proportional to the impact ratio, and inversely proportional to the friction."

"More friction means less impact, less force and slower speed."

"Coach Wang's ball just now clearly had more side spin, but why did it feel so powerful and fast?"

The mind has not changed.

After Wang Hao finished hitting a ball, he turned to look at Chen Jin and asked, "Did you figure out what's going on?"

"Side spin."

Chen Jin responded.

"Correct."

Wang Hao nodded. "Compared to badminton and tennis, why is table tennis so difficult to learn? The key lies in the rotation."

"Nowadays, many people have a misunderstanding that in the era of big balls, table tennis is only about power and speed."

"Actually, it's not. Spin has always been the most important thing in table tennis."

“Of course, it is an indisputable fact that the spin has weakened in the era of big balls.”

“How to perfectly integrate rotation into power and speed, this is the key.”

Wang Hao said, "Compared with horizontal blades, our backhand with a straight blade has a big advantage, which is that it is easier to create side spin."

“Since we have this advantage, why can’t we expand it?”

"How to expand it? It's simple. Incorporate strength and speed, and combine the three perfectly."

"Just like the backhand backspin I taught you before, you just need to add some subtle adjustments to your fingers and wrists, adjust the ratio of friction and impact, and find the best time to hit the ball."

When Wang Hao said this, it seemed quite simple.

But the question is, what is the ratio of friction to impact, and when is the best time to hit the ball.

Only through countless trainings, with talent and touch, can one reach that mysterious realm.

"Come and try."

After returning the racket to Chen Jin, Wang Hao walked aside, crossed his arms, and looked at Chen Jin intently.

Move your right leg forward and squat down.

The forearms and wrists are bent inward, secretly accumulating strength.

At the highest point of the incoming ball.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin threw backhand.

"wrong."

Wang Hao immediately said, "There are too many collisions, come again."

"Snapped!"

"Too many collisions."

……

"laugh!"

"Too much friction."

……

"Snapped!"

"More collisions."

……

Under the supervision of Wang Hao.

Chen Jin tried fifty or sixty balls in a row, and his arms were almost broken.

however.

The optimal ratio of friction and impact has never been found.

"Is this difficult?"

Wang Hao smiled.

Isn’t this difficult?

Chen Jin moved his arms and smiled bitterly.

"I understand that to master this shot, not only does it require a great feel, but it also requires a lot of training to find that feeling."

Wang Hao smiled and said, "There's no rush."

In fact, at this time, Professor Chen Jinxin's recruitment seemed a bit hasty.

However, after so many years, Wang Hao has a lot of straight-blade horizontal hitting techniques, but no one can teach him.

Now that he had finally found a good candidate, he wished he could chisel Chen Jin's head open and pour all his energy into it.

"All right."

Wang Hao said, "Let's not practice this for now, let's practice something simple and easy."

He raised his voice and shouted.

"Coach Ma, it's your turn."

Marin immediately responded: "Coming."

With his hands folded across his chest, he walked slowly towards me with the steps of a master.

Looking at Chen Jin with a smile.

"Chen Jin, what I teach you is not as complicated as what Wang Hao teaches you."

Marin smiled and said, "With your talent and understanding, maybe it will be useful in the game tonight."

"what?"

Chen Jin was somewhat expectant.

"Serve."

Ma Lin took the racket from Chen Jin and weighed it. "Oh, it's a bit heavy."

"But that's okay."

As he spoke, he pulled out a training ball from his trouser pocket and tossed it into the air.

"I saw you play against Lin Shidong yesterday and you threw a few high tosses."

“The backspin is strong.”

"But for our straight blades, strong backspin alone is not enough."

"Otherwise, wouldn't our flexible fingers and wrists be wasted?"

"Okay."

That’s all.

Throwing the ball high up, Marin turned and led the racket.

Wait till it falls.

He stamped his feet hard.

Use your fingers and wrists to exert force.

"laugh!"

The ping-pong ball almost hit the net and flew to the opposite half of the table.

Xie Mingyang tried to play short.

But before he could make a move, the ping-pong ball bounced back violently.

"The swallows are returning to their nests?"

Xie Mingyang frowned slightly.

The strong backspin of this ball, coupled with Marin's fake move at the moment of touching the ball, is extremely confusing.

"besides."

Taking out another training ball from his pocket, Marin threw it high again.

Judging from the arc trajectory.

Xie Mingyang thought to himself: "This should be a semi-released one."

Just wanted to twist and pull it.

Unexpectedly, when the ping-pong ball bounced for the first time, it seemed like it was going to fly out of the table.

But he turned so hard that he couldn't even jump out of the platform after two jumps.

Even more exaggerated.

The landing point of the second jump is close to the white edge of the baseline.

It's hard to judge.

Xie Mingyang couldn't help but widen his eyes: "If this happened in a game, it would be really hard to catch the ball once it was sent out."

"No luck, eh?"

As if seeing through Xie Mingyang's thoughts, Ma Lin smiled and said, "Come on, a few more."

"Okay."

Four or five balls were served in succession.

Every ball was like the first one, the first jump was a hard sideways turn, the second jump was close to the white edge.

Marin even changed the landing point of his serve several times.

But no matter how the landing point changes, it is always extremely confusing.

“This serve may seem simple, but it requires a very high level of hand feel.”

Marin laughed, "The key is the side spin."

"There's less side spin, two jumps off the table, more side spin, less backspin."

“It’s also a question of proportion.”

"In addition to the feel of the hand, the placement and fake moves of the hands are all important."

"Also, this stomping of the foot is also crucial."

“In addition to exerting force, it can also affect the opponent’s judgment of rotation.”

Next.

Under the guidance of Marin.

Chen Jin started serving training.

It's true as Marin said, serving seems easier.

After all, as long as you can master the rotation and landing point, you can learn it to about 70% of the level.

The ratio of friction and impact that Wang Hao taught is obviously more difficult to master.

"Hey, this ball is good."

Marin praised, "That's the feeling, I got it right."

Less than ten minutes.

Chen Jin has already learned how to serve quite well.

Even the landing point can be changed as you wish.

"Good boy."

Marin was delighted when he saw this, "This talent for touch is simply amazing."

"Unfortunately, you're not a girl."

He sighed, turned to Wang Hao and said, "How about we switch positions in the future, and you become the head coach of the women's team?"

"I wonder what the food is like today."

Wang Hao seemed not to hear and said something else, "Let's go. I'm hungry. Let's go eat first."

　+2K tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)