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

Chapter 176: Battle against Moregard, another god-level ball appears!

"Looking at the situation in the third game, Truss's situation is still not very good."

Persson sat on the sidelines, his arms folded across his chest, looking at the two sweaty figures on the field with a frown on his face.

In the first two games, Moregard had tried his best, but was ultimately defeated by Chen Jin.

They lost two points in a row with scores of 6:11 and 4:11 respectively.

Since the Paris Olympics, Moregaard's playing style has been known for its "variability".

This caused many players to feel headache and uncomfortable.

Generally speaking, when facing Moregard, most other players would "remain unchanged in the face of ever-changing circumstances".

however.

But Chen Jin is different.

He is "able to respond to ever-changing situations with millions of changes".

No matter what changes occur in Moregard, Chen Jin can deal with it calmly and resolve it easily.

There are so many variations in his playing style that even Moregard has to admit defeat.

"Where on earth did this kid from the Chinese team suddenly appear from?"

"At such a young age, he has such strength."

As the current head coach of the Swedish team and also the head coach of Moregaard, Persson once fought side by side with the legendary veteran Waldner.

During the 89 World Table Tennis Championships.

The defeat of the Chinese team caused the national table tennis team to fall into a trough.

After the London Olympics, he announced his retirement and became a coach, and coached Ocharov.

Afterwards, he returned to the Swedish team as a coach.

At the Paris Olympics, he led the team to win silver medals in men's singles and men's team, showing a rising trend.

only.

Persson had other plans for his career.

And this battle was his farewell battle as the coach of the Swedish team.

I originally thought that without Fan Zhendong, with Moregard's performance in the Paris Olympics, he might be able to win the Grand Slam championship.

Put a perfect end to your coaching career.

But unexpectedly, judging from the current situation, it seems that the dream will be shattered here.

"Liu Guoliang, Kong Linghui, Wang Liqin, Ma Lin, Wang Hao, Zhang Jike, Ma Long, Fan Zhendong... The Chinese team is full of talents and has dominated the world table tennis world for more than 30 years."

"The Chinese team is about to run out of successors, so how come this young man has emerged?"

Persson looked at Chen Jin and couldn't help but feel a little worried. "Is it really so difficult to shake the position of the Chinese team as the world's hegemon?"

"Although this guy uses a straight racket, his playing style is varied. Whether it's the ball inside the table or the forehand and backhand, he doesn't look like a 15 or 16-year-old boy."

"Another Ma Long and Fan Zhendong."

"No!"

"Maybe he's even scarier than Ma Long and Fan Zhendong."

The mind has not changed.

Sudden.

There was a burst of cheers.

Persson came to his senses and looked up, only to see Moregard, sweating profusely, with a hint of frustration in his eyes, walking towards him with a towel in his hand.

You don't need to look at the score to know that Moregard lost again.

The overall score is 0:3.

Fortunately it was a best-of-seven series, otherwise Moregard would have been swept out.

Persson stood up and handed the bottle of water in his hand to Moregard.

"We're down three to zero, Truth. We're already on the edge of the cliff."

Persson looked serious, "You played too straight in these three games. It's totally unlike your style, Truus."

"The Olympic silver medal is your past honor and should not become a shackle that binds you. You must find your unique style again."

"Just like in the Paris Olympics, in the final with Fan Zhendong, I must mobilize myself."

"Truss, treat this match as an Olympic final. Your opponent will be none other than Fan Zhendong, the man who once snatched the championship from you."

"Play with a challenging mindset and be relaxed."

"Maybe this is the last game. I need to keep my backhand feel and protect my forehand."

……

the other side.

As an off-field coach, Wang Hao was obviously in a much more relaxed mood than Persson.

Leading 3:0 and holding four match points.

more importantly.

Chen Jin's performance in the first three games made him extremely satisfied and relieved.

If it were Liang Jingkun, even in this situation, Wang Hao would not dare to relax.

"No matter what tactics the opponent uses in the fourth round, we won't play any tricks with him."

There was a hint of murderous intent in Wang Hao's tone and expression, "I have only one request. He is fierce, so we must be fiercer than him."

"Chen Jin, you have to remember that with your strength, Moregard is no match for you."

"In the face of absolute strength, any fancy things are useless."

"Go up in the fourth inning and hit me. Hit me hard."

"I don't care about his backhand side cut or the backhand spin, just go straight at him!"

Wang Hao knew very well that with Chen Jin's strength and tactics, he didn't need to say much.

He just kept feeding Chen Jinmeng chicken soup to arouse Chen Jin's blood and make him like a howling wolf when he came on the court.

"understand!"

Chen Jin nodded heavily.

Before the game, he had already studied Moregad's tactics in previous games thoroughly.

It was discovered that Moregard would play particularly relaxed in every crucial game, often making some breathtaking shots.

For example, in the final of the Paris Olympics, there was that under-the-table spin that made Fan Zhendong look so impressive.

but.

Just as Wang Hao said.

The key to playing basketball is to be “steady, accurate and ruthless”. In the face of absolute strength, all those fancy tricks are useless.

"Dong Ge was under too much pressure in the Olympic finals, so he was a little conservative in handling some balls."

"Today, I will let you know what it means to defeat ten skills with one force."

At this moment.

The referee's reminder sounded.

Chen Jin returns to the competition.

Every gesture he made was full of murderous intent.

"Chen Jin's aura really gives people a sense of dominance over the world."

In Xuperman's live broadcast room, Xu Xin looked at Chen Jin entering and couldn't help but praise him.

“If Chen Jin can beat Moregaard in this match, he will have won both the Olympic bronze and silver medals.”

Yu Diyang said.

"Defeat bronze and silver, which is almost equivalent to champion."

Xu Xin smiled and said, "Coach Yu, is this what you mean?"

"No, I didn't mean that."

Yu Diyang said hurriedly.

"I'm going to say something unpleasant. Actually, beating the bronze and silver medalists now is worth celebrating, but if you really want to become a champion, you have to wait until Los Angeles in four years."

Xu Xin said, "Even if Chen Jin beats them eight or ten times now, if they lose in the three major tournaments, it will be even more miserable."

"It's like taking an exam. No matter how good your grades are, and you always get first place in the class, when it comes to the college entrance examination, you rank last. Those first places you used to get will become a question for you."

Cheng Jingqi nodded and said, "Yes, WTT is just a commercial competition. Compared with the three major competitions, its value is still slightly lower."

"Of course, whether it's the WTT or the three major tournaments, winning is a good thing."

Xu Xin changed the subject and said, "Besides, Moregard won the Olympic silver medal based on his own ability, so he must have the strength."

"He has the ability to turn the tables. It all depends on whether Chen Jin can hold on in the fourth game."

after all.

I've watched so many games, and I've seen big comebacks against all odds.

One of the great charms of competitive sports lies in its uncertainty.

The world is uncertain, everything is possible.

"The game begins."

Xu Xin sat upright, staring at the live broadcast, "Chen Jin scored."

"what?"

"Finally the serve has been changed."

"Reverse spin, short forehand."

"Moregard swung short... failed to hold it... half high."

"Gone."

Xu Xin smiled and said, "In the first three rounds, Chen Jinfa's shots were almost all hooks."

"In the fourth game, the serve suddenly changed, and Moregaard was a little uncomfortable with it."

Cheng Jingqi smiled and said, "The young man is a little worried."

"This is a tactic."

Xu Xin asked seriously, "Do you understand the tactics?"

Faced with Chen Jin's sudden change in serve, Moregard, who was used to hook shots, was indeed not very adaptable to Chen Jin's reverse rotation.

"Watch the ball."

"Hoo ho ho..."

Moregard lowered his body, stood still, and swayed his upper body from side to side.

But seeing that Chen Jin was serving with a counter-spin again, Moregard stepped forward.

This time, he strengthened his control with his hands, but no longer made short passes, but instead made long passes in the middle.

Chen Jin quickly turned sideways and rushed forward with his forehand.

Moregard defends the slash line.

At this time, Chen Jin had already switched to the backhand, and with a snap, he quickly tore it back.

Formed a backhand stalemate with Moregard.

"Snapped!"

……

The stalemate lasted no more than two or three rounds.

Chen Jin stood firmly on his feet, as steady as a rock. He pushed his body forward and suddenly increased his strength and exploded.

Moregard originally wanted to change lanes first.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin seemed to see through his thoughts, and took a step ahead of him and suddenly increased his strength.

Knowing the power and loop of this ball, Moregard changed the ball into a straight line again.

Not to mention a straight line, even a diagonal line, he couldn't hold the ball.

"Snapped!"

The return ball went out of bounds.

0: 2.

We fell behind at the start again.

Taking the ping-pong ball, Moregard wiped the sweat off his face with his elbow.

He turned his head and looked at Chen Jin.

Then, he sent a backhand sideways shot.

Step forward, raise your elbows and lower your shoulders.

Seizing the opportunity to land the ball, Chen Jin twisted and pulled it toward the center line.

Moregard used his special move again and cut the ball with his backhand. It must be said that he was very good at this move and it came naturally.

Moreover, the rotation is strong.

The only downside is the landing point.

It landed on Chen Jin's right half of the stage.

Chen Jin decisively turned sideways and made a high loop.

Although the speed is slow and not explosive enough, the arc is low and flat, and friction increases rotation.

Moregard tried to pull back.

It's a pity that I failed to catch the arc of the ball and hit it out of bounds.

0: 3.

"Why does my backhand side cut seem to have no effect on Chen Jin?"

Moregard felt a little impatient.

To know.

Backhand side cut is his special weapon.

Many players are not used to it.

In many competitions, he relied on this trick to turn defeat into victory.

But Chen Jin responded calmly.

"no!"

"If this continues, I will definitely lose."

"We must strengthen our upper hand, otherwise he will be passive."

Think of this.

Moregaard served another short backhand ball.

Chen Jin twists the center line.

"Well done!"

Moregard had already calculated this ball and rushed sideways in advance.

It was Chen Jin who was chasing in the middle lane.

Moregard's serve was really beautiful.

Chen Jin was unable to get into position and made a backhand shot: “I can also make a backhand side cut!”

His side-cutting skill, whether in terms of arc, rotation or landing point, is even better than Moregard's.

"You actually played a backhand side cut in front of me?"

With a sneer on his lips, Moregard slid sideways at an extremely fast speed.

"Snapped!"

Forehand burst.

Want to use force to offset the rotation.

Just like a doctor who cannot heal himself, Moregard never knew how severe his episiotomy was.

Before hitting the ball, he also didn't know how much spin Chen Jin's backhand side cut had.

Until you eat and turn the net.

"Ok?"

Moregard frowned and looked down at his racket. "He actually used my special move to defeat me?"

Looking at the world table tennis world, there are many people who can do a backhand side cut.

however.

There are very few players who can use it as skillfully as Moregard.

In the men's singles final of the Paris Olympics, his match against Fan Zhendong brought this unique skill of his to the attention of the world.

It even got the recognition of Ma Taki.

But Moregard never expected that his backhand side cut was his signature skill, but now he lost to Chen Jin's backhand side cut.

It made him feel like a minotaur.

"Hoo ho ho..."

Moregard jumped up and down on the spot, trying to calm himself down from the defeat.

4: 0.

Chen Jin serves forehand.

Moregard took advantage of the situation and set up a small triangle on the right half of the table.

Chen Jin stepped forward and hung the board in a straight line.

Moregaard made a backhand flick and barely returned the ball, which was just to the right of the center line.

Chen Jin slid sideways and rushed diagonally with his forehand.

Moregard rushed out and managed to save the ball.

coincidentally.

The return ball hit the net and bounced hard.

"laugh!"

Then it was an edge again.

Gods are hard to save.

Chen Jin immediately raised his hand to signal to touch the edge.

"Sorry."

Moregard raised his hand.

4: 1.

A mere lucky ball would naturally not affect Chen Jin's mood.

With no expression on his face, he continued to serve.

Short on the lower side.

Midline.

Moregard made a long pass and barely caught Chen Jin in the middle.

Chen Jin twisted his waist and lifted the board high.

"Snapped!"

Moregard quickly tears the straight line.

2: 4.

After finally hitting a beautiful ball, Moregard bared his teeth and clenched his fists to celebrate.

Moregaard scored two points in a row.

Chen Jin was calm as he put down his racket, walked to the referee's table, picked up a towel and gently wiped the sweat off his face.

"The clarion call for counterattack has been sounded."

Although still two points behind, Moregard's confidence surged, "Next, it's my show time."

Catch the ping-pong ball thrown by the referee.

Moregard took a deep breath.

Lean down.

Toss the ball.

Lead the beat.

Short forehand.

Chen Jin stepped forward and made a short move lightly.

Moregard chopped straight and long.

Chen Jin decisively slid sideways and rushed to the middle.

Moregaard cut backhand again.

After adjusting his feet, Chen Jin seized the landing point and made a high loop like pulling an onion out of dry land.

This ball neither exploded nor rushed.

There is nothing else to it, just turn!
With the lessons learned from the past, Moregard was more conservative in his handling of the situation this time.

Lean forward and hold the board in place.

Just managed to stop the ball from spinning.

Moreover, the angle of the return ball is particularly tricky.

Straight to Chen Jin's forehand corner.

Fortunately, Moregard was using the opponent's force and his speed was not fast. Chen Jin leaped forward, hooked his wrist and saved the ball.

The arc is slightly worse, it's a high ball.

Due to the side spin and landing point, Moregard didn't dare to kill the straight line easily.

You can only continue to charge diagonally.

"Snapped!"

Chen Jin had already retreated to the middle and far distance and hit a high ball steadily.

After releasing the ball, he took small steps to adjust and immediately returned to defend the middle to prevent Moregad from changing the direction of the ball.

"Snapped!"

Moregard continued to suppress Chen Jin's forehand.

Chen Jin still hit the high ball.

While getting on the stage, try to put the ball as high as possible to exchange space for time.

"Snapped!"

Moregard jumped up, furious again.

only.

With this ball, he aimed at the left half of the table.

Chen Jin had expected this.

It was as if he was stepping on Hot Wheels, he leaped forward and swung his hand back.

"Snapped!"

Instantly.

Turn from defense to offense.

And Moregard is no ordinary person.

Facing the incoming ball, move it backhand quickly, adjusting left and pressing right.

At the critical moment.

Chen Jin once again showed his amazing burst and speed. With two big steps, he rushed to the forehand as if walking on snow without leaving any trace.

In the late decline of table tennis.

It’s only a short distance away from landing.

The body is like a golden rooster standing on one leg.

Saving the ball is like fishing for the moon in the bottom of the sea.

With a hook of the wrist, the board will scoop up.

Chen Jin's right arm immediately swung out from bottom to top like a whip.

"laugh!"

The small ping-pong ball seemed to fly up from the ground.

It flew in an extremely low arc, bypassing the net and barely reaching the table on Moregard's side.

As soon as he landed on the stage.

Moregard was trying to catch the ball.

but,
next second.