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

Chapter 210 Duda: Such a violent backhand, I wonder if I can withstand it?

Chapter 210 Duda: Such a violent backhand, I wonder if I can withstand it?
"I guess Zhiqiang is numb now."

In the audience, Wang Hao looked relaxed and at ease as he watched Liang Jingkun's game.

Sitting next to him were Chen Jin and Lin Shidong.

Liang Jingkun's opponent is French player Jules Rolland.

World ranking, outside the top 100.

In contrast, Liang Jingkun is ranked fifth in the world and the second seed in the Montpellier Championships.

Logically speaking, there is an obvious gap in strength between the two.

In the first game.

Liang Jingkun is still normal.

11:7, winning the first game.

But in the second game, things started to go a little wrong.

The game was extremely tense.

Although Liang Jingkun won in the end, it was 15:13, a thrilling victory.

Liu Zhiqiang was sitting on the sidelines, and he almost had a heart attack watching: "Big Fatty, is it so difficult to beat a foreign player with such a low world ranking?"

Fortunately, the second game went smoothly and was successfully won.

This made Liu Zhiqiang breathe a sigh of relief.

"This time, we finally didn't let the opponent win 2-0."

Liu Zhiqiang secretly rejoiced, "The game ended 3-0, and I can get off work early."

Best of five games, with a huge advantage of three match points, nothing should go wrong...right?

however.

Unexpectedly.

In the next two games, Liang Jingkun actually defecated two big ones in a row.

7: 11.

10: 12.

Liang Jingkun lost two games in a row.

The opponent tied the score and forced the game into a deciding game.

"What the hell..."

Liu Zhiqiang's mentality almost collapsed.

Even from a distance, Wang Hao seemed to be able to sense Liu Zhiqiang's inner resentment. He expressed deep sympathy: "It's really hard for Zhiqiang."

Once upon a time, I was also tortured and destroyed by Liang Jingkun in this way.

Therefore, I can especially relate to it.

"Chen Jin, Little Stone."

Wang Hao said earnestly, "I hope that your match can cut the Gordian knot and give me a quick death. Don't let me suffer this torture again."

“I really want to live a few more years.”

Since becoming the head coach of the men's table tennis team, he has to deal with tasks from his leadership, endure criticism and abuse from fans, and suffer the torture of competitions.

If a player loses the game, it is all the coach's fault.

If a player wins the game, it has nothing to do with the coach.

As the head coach, if he treats all players equally, he will be scolded by fans of all players.

If you are a little nice to a contestant, you will be scolded by fans of other contestants.

This is simply inhuman torture!

Everyone says that the contestants have a strong heart that can withstand pressure.

In reality, the coach is.

Of course, no one can see the feeling except the coach himself.

No one can feel sympathy.

Over the years, Wang Hao has gotten used to it.

Just like what Liu Guoliang said about him back then, he lacks courage on the field but has more sense of collective honor.

Therefore, he was particularly excited in the team competition.

Coming from the Bayi team, I have a greater sense of responsibility than other players or coaches.

After listening to Wang Hao's half-joking and half-serious words.

Chen Jin and Lin Shidong looked at each other, smiled slightly, and nodded in unison: "Yes."

The game continues.

The tiebreaker.

Fortunately, Liang Jingkun withstood the pressure and was in great form, defeating Jules Rolland with a score of 11:5, like a gust of wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Successfully advanced to the round of 16.

It was not until this moment that Liu Zhiqiang finally let go of the worry in his heart.

"Big Fatty."

Liu Zhiqiang smiled helplessly, "Your playing style is worthy of the audience who bought tickets, but it is not worthy of your off-court guidance."

"Didn't you play well in the last game? Why couldn't you perform well in the third game?"

"Please, can you be more steady in the next game?"

Liang Jingkun: "...I'll try my best."

No matter how tortuous the process is, the result is good after all.

Montpellier Championship, first day of competition.

Xie Mingyang and Liang Jingkun both advanced.

The next day.

4:20 pm.

It was Lin Shidong's competition.

The opponent, Alvaro Robles, is a Spanish left-handed horizontal player.

He is also a thirty-year-old veteran.

World ranking, 29th.

As soon as Lin Shidong came on, he went into full force.

Although he made occasional mistakes, he completely defeated his opponent with his fast and powerful backhand.

Three games.

11: 7.

11: 4.

With the momentum of youthful storm, they defeated Robles and advanced to the round of 16.

In this way, all three members of the men's team have advanced.

The only one left was Chen Jin.

10 month 24 day.

Training in the morning.

Wang Hao was present at the scene to supervise practice and give tactical instructions.

"Although Duda's fame is not as great as his teammates Boll, Ocharov and Francesca, Duda's strength should not be underestimated."

Wang Hao said, "Especially since he just finished the European Championship and won the runner-up, both his touch and mentality were very hot."

"Also, Duda is a left-handed horizontal player with a strong backhand attack ability."

"In previous years of competition, Duda liked to retreat and play from mid-range to long range."

"But recently, the speed and connection between mid-range and near-range have been significantly strengthened."

"Of course, veterans are veterans after all. Their age is there. No matter how fast they are, they can't be faster than you youngsters."

"You don't have to be afraid of him at all."

"No matter how strong his backhand is, it may not be able to penetrate you. Just compete with him in forehand and backhand speed." "Also, don't protect, be decisive, twist when you need to twist, and rush when you need to rush."

"Pay attention to the connection and open the landing point."

In fact, Wang Hao is quite confident in Chen Jin's skills.

The only worry is playing away games.

The cheers from the audience were almost one-sided.

but.

In terms of Chen Jin's ability to withstand pressure, he is many times stronger than Lin Shidong and Lin Gaoyuan.

Half past three in the afternoon.

Finally it was Chen Jin's turn to compete.

Waiting backstage.

Glancing at the expressionless Chen Chenjin, his eyes as fierce as a lone wolf, Duda secretly took a deep breath: "Francesca is right. Compared with what we see during training, Chen Jin at this moment is like a lion hunting on time while walking on the grassland."

"Whoo~"

Duda suddenly felt the pressure and let out a long breath, "God bless you and be with me."

The mind has not changed.

Listen to the staff's reminder.

Chen Jin and Duda entered the venue one after another.

The WTT competitions, venue layouts and processes are all pretty much the same, nothing new there.

After admission.

Chen Jin went straight to the rest area.

Take off the jacket to reveal the national team uniform.

On the back, it was clearly written "Chen Jin".

Take advantage of this little time before going on stage.

Wang Hao patiently reminded him: "Duda is better at backhand, so whether serving or attacking, try to give him forehand."

"Be more excited, and show your speed and placement."

"Pay attention to continuity and connection."

"come on!"

Looking at Chen Jin's back as he walked towards the stadium, Wang Hao clapped his hands vigorously and shouted encouragement.

Then, he sat down.

He folded his arms across his chest, looking serious.

In the Lima regular challenge, Chen Jin defeated Francesca and Darko Jockey in succession, and won the championship by standing on the shoulders of two European powerhouses.

In the Macau Championship, Chen Jin swept Qiu Dang and once again snatched the championship trophy from the European players.

In the BJ Grand Slam, Chen Jin once again performed a one-on-two play.

Felix, the bronze medalist in the men's singles at the Paris Olympics, and Moregard, the vice-champion in the men's singles, all fell under Chen Jin's racket.

As a result, Chen Jin became notorious in the European table tennis world.

Compared with Fan Zhendong back then, he is even worse.

This Montpellier Championship is the home court of Europe.

Naturally, the European players are unwilling to give up this championship trophy.

After all, today's European table tennis world not only has older generation players such as Daco, Duda, and Francesca, but also emerging athletes such as the LeBron brothers and Moregaard.

In addition, three of the national table tennis team’s main players withdrew from the competition.

It is exactly "The blue sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established, the year is Jiachen, God help me".

In terms of form, Chen Jin, the sixth seed, is more threatening than the first seed Lin Shidong and the second seed Liang Jingkun.

Therefore, the European table tennis world is trying its best to defeat Chen Jin and kill his fighting spirit.

In other words, in this match between Duda and Chen Jin, both will definitely go all out.

"It's another fierce battle."

Wang Hao frowned.

Although the game hasn't started yet, he's already starting to get nervous.

Toss a coin and guess who will go first.

Duda got the serve.

Next.

It was a two-minute pre-match sparring session.

"Snapped!"

……

The loud sounds of hitting the balls echoed throughout the stadium like firecrackers.

Chen Jin could still feel that Duda's backhand was indeed much stronger than his forehand.

"But it's not so strong as to exceed my imagination."

Think about this.

He stepped back two steps, stood in the middle of the table, and continued to attack with his backhand.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the ball hitting the ground was like thunder, causing a dull pain in the eardrums.

Feeling the impact of Chen Jin's backhand, the terrifying force penetrated the rubber and reached the core of the racket. Duda only felt the base of his palm shaking.

"Oh my God!"

Duda's face changed slightly. "Isn't this boy only fifteen or sixteen years old? Why is his backhand so powerful?"

“Not only is it powerful, but it also has a strong loop and is very fast.”

"No wonder Felix, Moregard and the others lost to this young man!"

At the European Championships not long ago.

Duda just played against Felix.

Moreover, when trailing 1:3, Duda won three consecutive games.

In the end, they reversed Felix with a score of 4:3 and advanced to the semi-finals.

Felix found this result hard to accept.

He immediately transformed himself into an Eastern European axe thrower and smashed his racket into the side of the court, breaking an LED screen.

Seeing such impulsive behavior, even Chen Qi couldn't help but want to give a thumbs up.

Felix also uses a straight blade. His backhand is known for its speed and power, but his loop is not strong.