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

Chapter 168: Let's win 2-3! Is that man named Zhang here?

Chapter 168: Comeback from 5- down to -! Is the man named Zhang back? (K)

11: 13.

11: 9.

6: 11.

7: 11.

Wang Chuqin, who was highly expected by TZM, was eliminated in the round of 32 again since the Paris Olympics.

The person who has mastered the art of breaking through obstacles is the Danish athlete Anders Lind.

Three years ago, this person was in a serious car accident, which almost ruined his career.

He still has a steel plate on his back.

According to the predictions before the game, no one expected that Linde would be able to defeat the world's number one Wang Chuqin with a score of 3:1.

This night was destined to be a carnival for Heizi and his friends.

Of course, among Wang Chuqin’s fans, there are also many diligent floor cleaners.

Things like "Wang Chuqin lost on purpose, it was a strategy to hone his mentality", "Fan Zhendong lost before because he was keeping a low profile, can't our Datou lose because he is hiding his weapon and waiting for the right time?"

There are many lines of confrontation, not just one end.

For a while.

There is a lot of discussion online.

The haters and fans are walking around me, how can they tell that I am a fool?
Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang were present at the scene and had the honor of witnessing the game in person.

After watching the game, we were all speechless.

When the live camera, whether intentionally or unintentionally, swept across the two people.

The two men looked serious and had frowned.

Fortunately, Zhang Jiahao was not at the scene, otherwise, with his attitude, he would probably have to quit the Internet that night.

After the game.

Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang left silently.

Walking on the way back to the hotel.

No one was around.

Xie Mingyang glanced at Chen Jin beside him: "Can't you hold back your laughter?"

"No."

Chen Jin shook his head, "I just feel sad for the team."

"Ah."

Xie Mingyang whispered, "I feel the same way."

"Blocking serves, fake throws... Sooner or later, the honor of the national table tennis team that countless predecessors have fought for with injuries and sweat will be destroyed by these people."

Play the cleanest table tennis and win the most moral trophy.

These two sentences are the bottom line for being a professional athlete.

Moreover, it is the "national ball" that carries countless honors.

But in today's competition, people are walking on the edge of the rules with some despicable tricks and means, constantly testing the bottom line of the game.

Doing this will backfire sooner or later.

"Come on."

Chen Jin took a deep breath and looked up at the dark night sky. "The house is dirty, someone has to clean it."

"If others are unwilling to do it, then let you and I clean up slowly and make this house clean."

Xie Mingyang is such a smart person, how could he not understand the hidden meaning of Chen Jin's words?

"Ok!"

Xie Mingyang looked determined.

Ever since he chose table tennis, he has regarded it as his lifelong passion.

Now that someone is tarnishing the love in his heart, he will naturally not stand idly by.

Just as Chen Jin said, only by using real strength to completely clear out those people can we restore a clean national table tennis team.

Xie Mingyang knew very well that this was easy to say but extremely difficult to do.

However, if you have like-minded people around you, you can persevere no matter how difficult it is.

"By the way, who will be your opponent tomorrow?"

The night wind was chilly. Chen Jin took out his coat from his backpack and put it on.

"Jonathan."

Xie Mingyang asked, "What about you?"

"I don't have a game tomorrow."

Chen Jin smiled.

"I mean, who will be your opponent in the next round?"

Xie Mingyang rolled his eyes.

"It seems to be Xiang Peng."

Chen Jindao.

"Xiang Peng?"

Xie Mingyang nodded slightly, "Civil war?"

"Correct."

Chen Jin nodded.

The two chatted leisurely and returned to the hotel room.

As soon as Chen Jin's phone was connected to the Internet, he was bombarded with messages from Zhang Jiahao.

"Brother Jin, Brother Jin, did you watch Wang Chuqin's game?"

"Hahaha, another top 32."

"It's a pity that I don't have Liu Dingsuo's contact information, otherwise I would have to teach this grandson a lesson and let him know what it means to be a villain who succeeds... Ugh, it's more like adding insult to injury."

Zhang Jiahao sent more than a dozen voice messages to Chen Jin in one breath.

Some are only three or four seconds long, while others are as long as sixty seconds.

Of course, sixty seconds is just the limit for a voice message, not Zhang Jiahao's limit.

These messages, without exception, are all sarcastic.

To know.

The reason why Zhang Jiahao was sent back to the provincial team and almost ruined his professional career was, to a certain extent, also related to Wang Chuqin.

Naturally, I don't have any good feelings towards Wang Chuqin.

In this Grand Slam, Wang Chuqin was upset again. Summer is back, and Zhang Jiahao will inevitably be unhappy in private.

Chen Jin was not surprised by this.

Given his relationship with Zhang Jiahao, he naturally would not stab him in the back like Lin Shidong and Wang Chuqin did and make their chat records public.

"I'm at the scene and just returned to the hotel."

Chen Jin’s message has just been sent out.

next second.

Zhang Jiahao immediately called the video and showed his sly smile: "Brother Jin, Modu Young Lady, Chelsea."

Raise the milk tea in your hand and salute Chen Jin from afar.

talking.

Took a deep breath.

Then, he spat it out, with a hint of pain on his face.

“That’s right…”

Zhang Jiahao kept sticking out his tongue, looking a little embarrassed, "Hot, hot, hot..."

"I told you to stop talking nonsense, now you are getting your comeuppance."

Chen Jin gloated over other people's misfortune.

"I'm just stating the facts. Is that considered nonsense?"

Zhang Jiahao looked aggrieved.

"Just tell the truth, please watch your face."

Chen Jin smiled.

"What's wrong with my face? Is it illegal to smile naturally?"

Zhang Jiahao curled his lips.

“Nothing illegal.”

Chen Jin was somewhat helpless. "For this kind of thing, it's fine if you just laugh under the covers in the middle of the night. But don't fall into the same ditch again. I can't save you."

"clear."

Zhang Jiahao grinned and said, "However, it seems that it is not a good idea to hide under the quilt and laugh in the middle of the night. It will easily be misunderstood by roommates."

Chen Jin: "..."

"Brother Jin, congratulations on making it to the top 16, which is better than the top 32."

Zhang Jiahao smiled.

There was a feeling of being proud in his expression.

Different from Chen Jin.

He often hangs out in the hot search square and often confronts people.

Since the Macau Championship, Chen Jin became famous after defeating someone he shouldn’t have defeated.

A group of hornets appeared on the Internet, and they would definitely sting Chen Jin in any competition he participated in.

With Zhang Jiahao's temper, he couldn't stand these people's ridicule of Chen Jin.

Stand up and debate with the scholars.

One person is like a thousand troops, and often these group of hornets are forced to block each other for fun to avoid the sharp edge.

The key point is that Chen Jin has never lost since his debut.

He also swept Wang Chuqin at the Macau Championships.

Such a perfect record gave Zhang Jiahao enough confidence to compete against him.

Now, Wang Chuqin fell among the top 32, just like the enemy commander being killed. How could Zhang Jiahao not take advantage of the victory and pursue him?
Just before Chen Jin replied to his message.

Zhang Jiahao had just finished a duel. Although he didn't use a single swear word, his fighting power was strong and he hit the vital points directly.

The hornets broke through their defenses and blocked Zhang Jiahao.

For a time, wireless was available.

Zhang Jiahao held the phone in his hand, feeling an empty feeling as if he had drawn his sword and looked around and no one could defeat him.

"It won't be too late to congratulate me when I win the championship."

Chen Jin smiled.

"Okay."

Zhang Jiahao grinned, "By the way, did the guy named Xie also make it to the top 32?"

"Yes."

Chen Jin turned and looked towards the bathroom.

There was a sound of splashing water in the bathroom.

A blurry figure was reflected on the hazy glass.

"His game is tomorrow?"

"Ah."

"Brother Jin, tell Xie that I ordered this cup of Magic City Young Woman in advance to celebrate his loss tomorrow."

……

10 month 2 day.

in the afternoon.

Ten minutes past one.

Shougang Park, Hall 2.

Table number three.

Xie Mingyang versus Jonathan Gross.

As an off-field coach, Li Qian was in charge of supervising the battle.

"Jonathan is ranked 25th in the world, lower than Zhang Yuzhen."

Before going on stage, time was running out, Li Qian kept encouraging and reminding Xie Mingyang, "You can even beat Zhang Yuzhen, so a mere Jonathan is no problem."

"Of course, there was a match yesterday that proved once again that world rankings do not necessarily represent true strength."

“So we can’t take it lightly.”

"A strong backhand is the most notable feature of European players, and Jonathan is a left-handed horizontal racket with a balanced forehand and backhand. When playing against him, you must pay attention to continuity and connection."

In fact, there is no need for Li Qian to remind him.

Xie Mingyang knew clearly that he had finally got this opportunity to stand on the Grand Slam stage and prove his strength to the world, so how could he miss it easily?

Every game is crucial to him.

No matter who his opponent is, he will not take it lightly.

Giving one's all and defeating the opponent, this is Xie Mingyang's style.

Since it was the first time they faced each other, neither of them was familiar with the other's playing style.

Therefore, in the first game, especially the first few balls, the two players should fight each other for a short time, so be careful and test the situation.

Jonathan, a thirty-year-old veteran, has even competed with Zhang Jike on the same stage.

With rich experience in competitions, he had a more stable mentality. He started with a 0:5 lead against Xie Mingyang, and was in high spirits.

"Jonathan is indeed more difficult to beat than Zhang Yuzhen."

Li Qian sat on the sidelines, his arms folded across his chest, staring intently at the game, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

Zhang Yuzhen has good footwork and a strong forehand, but his scoring methods are relatively simple.

The advantages are prominent, but the disadvantages are obvious.

Therefore, tactically, we can target them harshly.

But Jonathan is different.

Jonathan's forehand and backhand strengths are relatively balanced, so it is naturally not that easy to play against him.

What's more, Jonathan is left-handed.

Compared with Zhang Jiahao, Matsushima Terusora and others, Jonathan has stronger overall strength.

It was normal that Xie Mingyang was not used to it at the beginning and fell behind in the score.

in the audience.

Chen Jin was calmer than Li Qian: "At the start, we were 0-5. We seemed to be behind, but it wasn't because Jonathan was so strong, but because Xie Mingyang made too many mistakes on his own initiative."

"He didn't feel warm yet, but he was eager to attack, trying to suppress Jonathan from the momentum."

"As long as Xie Mingyang can score a point with this kind of play, the rest will be much easier."

Unsurprisingly.

At 0:5, Jonathan served.

Xie Mingyang hit a long ball in the middle and Jonathan lifted it high.

However, Xie Mingyang seized the opportunity and moved sideways at an extremely fast pace to create space for the shot.

"Snapped!"

A forehand burst.

Instantly penetrated Jonathan's forehand position, thus opening up the situation.

Afterwards, Xie Mingyang scored three consecutive points and was about to tie the score.

Jonathan immediately responded.

Run the ball and steal it!

Although Xie Mingyang had already kept his eyes on the ball, he shot it diagonally.

But, the quality is slightly worse.

Jonathan pulled it back with a forehand.

Xie Mingyang retreated to the table, exploded with his backhand, and confronted Jonathan's forehand.

however.

After all, it was still a step behind.

Jonathan was the first to change the landing point and squeeze Xie Mingyang's backhand force.

Xie Mingyang hurriedly stepped up to defend, and the quality of his return ball declined.

"Snapped!"

Jonathan threw a backhand.

Break through Xie Mingyang's right half of the stage.

4: 6.

Xie Mingyang scored a point with a pendulum-style reverse spin serve.

But then he wanted to do it again.

Jonathan saw through it at a glance and used a backhand twist to widen the score gap again.

The scores of the two people rose alternately.

In the end, 9:11.

Xie Mingyang lost the first game.

"no problem, no problem."

During the break between games, Li Qian consoled her, "You played well in the second half of the first game, but you made mistakes at the beginning. You were a little more stable in the second game."

"Jonathan's backhand twist is very good. When serving, try to avoid the backhand position."

"Also, when Jonathan serves, don't rush to hit him. First, hit him with a forehand halfway out of the table. After he hits the ball, you hit him with a forehand. But the line must be slightly changed. Don't always focus on one spot to hit him. It's too comfortable."

Sometimes, that's just how the game goes.

The beholder is clear.

Although Xie Mingyang has a strong ability to read the game, once he immerses himself in it, he will get stuck in a dead end.

This requires off-field coaching reminders.

"clear."

Xie Mingyang nodded.

Second round.

According to Li Qian's tactical arrangement, Xie Mingyang tried to avoid Jonathan's backhand and focus on his forehand.

As expected, Jonathan did not do a good job of protecting his forehand.

Things have changed, and this time it was Xie Mingyang who beat him 6:1 at the start.

Facing this circumstances.

Jonathan, a seasoned man, decisively called a timeout for himself.

After the break, Jonathan adjusted his position slightly. Not only did he move half a step back, but his forehand and backhand transitions were also smoother.

Soon, the score was chased to 7:8.

Li Qian was so scared that he quickly called for a timeout.

Unfortunately, this pause did not stop Jonathan's momentum.

10: 12.

Xie Mingyang lost another game.

Despite leading at the start, we were overtaken and won the game.

One can imagine how huge the blow to morale was.

Don't mention Xie Mingyang.

Even Li Qian felt distressed.

"it's okay no problem."

While Li Qian was comforting Xie Mingyang, he was also comforting himself, "The second game was exactly the opposite of the first game. I played well at the beginning, but I was a little slack at the end."

"But it doesn't matter. It's not like we haven't played against the wind before."

"Since we were able to turn the tide last time, we can still fight back today."

"It's the third game. Either you advance or go home. But don't panic or be afraid. Play with all your might and play hard!"

"Even if I lose, I have to lose standing up. Fight me with all my energy and spirit."

Xie Mingyang didn't say anything, but his eyes were full of ferocity.

"Time!"

Listen to the referee's reminder.

He tilted his head back and drank the Fugen in the bottle. Then Xie Mingyang took the towel and turned to walk towards the stadium.

"Thank you Mingyang!"

"come on!"

Sudden.

A familiar shout came from the audience and echoed throughout the venue.

Without looking back, Xie Mingyang knew that it was Chen Jin's voice.

It turns out that this guy can also shout out loud on the spot to cheer people up?

Never heard of it before!

A warm smile appeared on Xie Mingyang's somewhat cold and indifferent face.

Raise your left hand.

Raise your index finger.

As if he was swearing something.

Chen Jin also made such a gesture when he was at the Lima station.

Zhang Jiahao explained that once this gesture appears, it means that Chen Jin is about to use his ultimate move.

But afterwards, Xie Mingyang asked Chen Jin.

But Chen Jin's explanation is: "Raising the left hand high represents the partner, and raising the index finger represents receiving."

Of course, there is nothing wrong with Zhang Jiahao's explanation.

in the audience.

When Chen Jin saw Xie Mingyang's gesture, he couldn't help but smile knowingly.

There were thousands of spectators on site.

But he was the only one who knew the true meaning of Xie Mingyang's gesture.

The third round.

Xie Mingyang seemed like a different person.

The first three boards were as fierce as a lion fighting a rabbit, sparing no effort.

"Cuo Le!"

"Zhu--"

Xie Mingyang's roar was like a tiger roaring in the mountains, resounding throughout the stadium.

The ferocious fighting style and passionate roar immediately infected the audience.

The Chinese team players, the lagging score...for the audience on the scene, all the factors were present.

What's more, at this time, Xie Mingyang was at full power and full of momentum.

The audience was all excited.

At this moment, it perfectly illustrates what true home advantage is!

Xie Mingyang lived up to expectations and made a strong comeback with a score of 11:5.

The whole audience cheered, like a landslide or tsunami.

"Do you see it?"

Li Qian was obviously also infected by the atmosphere of the audience at this time, and couldn't help but be moved, "So many people are cheering for you."

"Xie Mingyang, if you can win this game, you will definitely be very popular!"

however.

Xie Mingyang was indifferent to this.

Putting aside the issue, the game has not ended yet and the outcome is still unknown.

In his opinion.

No matter how much applause or how loud the cheers are, they cannot compare to someone’s just saying “Come on!”

"We agreed to meet in the finals, how can I fail here!"

Xie Mingyang gritted his teeth and said, "In this game, even if it's a piece of steel, I must chew it!"

The fourth game.

Xie Mingyang did not change his fighting spirit, and even fought more fiercely.

Looking at the young man from the Chinese team standing opposite him, with his sharp eyes and ferocious playing style, Jonathan's thoughts were suddenly pulled back to a few years ago.

"2018 years..."

"Asia-Europe Men's Table Tennis All-Star Competition..."

"There was also a Chinese player, with the same look, the same style of play, and the same 0-2 deficit..."

"I remember that man at that time. His last name was Zhang..."

more importantly.

In that game, the man named Zhang finally came back from 2-0 down to win the game.

Could it be that... after so many years, the drama of coming back from 2-0 down to 3-0 is going to happen again?

Although the world has changed a lot, the opponents have changed.

Wait for Jonathan to react.

The score of the fourth game has reached 8:5.

Xie Mingyang is in the lead.

"No!"