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

Chapter 239: Twisting and pulling can also produce backspin

Ten minutes past midnight.

With brilliant lights flashing and exciting music resounding, under the guidance of the host, the audience shouted the countdown in unison.

"three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Chen Jin, from China!"

The words have not yet fallen.

A beam of light focused and shone on the entrance to the stadium passage.

Followed by.

Figures turned out, and Chen Jin was the first to appear.

The applause was enthusiastic.

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

Chen Jin waved and walked towards the rest area.

"Fine clothes and vigorous horses, full of vigor and vitality."

In front of the screen, Xu Xin's eyes suddenly lit up, and he praised, "Is this guy treating the entrance show as a catwalk?"

At this time, Chen Jin was still walking slowly.

The host's voice once again resounded throughout the huge arena.

"Felix Lebrun, from France!"

This statement came out.

The scene was shocked.

Suddenly, the applause, cheers, whistles... were like mountains of green, overwhelming and deafening.

Compared with the matches between Wang Chuqin and Sun Yingsha, it is even better.

"Felix!"

"Felix!"

"Felix!"

……

The audience cheered in unison, the sound was astonishing.

Felix had just won the men's singles bronze medal at the Paris Olympics, and his popularity had skyrocketed.

Now, we are playing at home again.

If there wasn't such a scene, it would seem a bit abnormal.

After all the calls came out.

Felix trotted out, smiling and waving.

The loud cheers from the crowd were like a burst of stimulants injected into Felix's body.

Felix felt the blood in his body boiling, as if there was a ball of fire burning fiercely.

The whole person suddenly became excited, and was filled with endless power.

It's like a volcano about to erupt, almost ready to burst out.

The tension and anxiety before the game were immediately swept away by the cheers of the audience.

However, this is both encouragement and pressure.

After the last fight, Felix knew that in terms of hard power, he was no match for Chen Jin.

It is harder than climbing to heaven to defeat Chen Jin.

If we lose the game, wouldn’t we be letting down the audience and the love of our fellow villagers?
Thinking of this, the pressure doubled.

"Whoo~"

Felix took a deep breath.

In contrast, Chen Jin remained calm and unmoved amid the deafening cheers from the audience.

When he arrived at the rest area outside the stadium, Wang Hao had already packed his things for him.

Following the camera, Wang Hao was seen as soon as he saw him.

boom!
Xu Xin slammed the table: "Wang Hao is in charge? This game is a sure win!"

Who in the world doesn't know that Wang Hao is a master of straight-blade horizontal hitting techniques?
There is no better way to hit the ball horizontally with a straight blade!
Back then, if it weren't for his bad luck and mentality, he would have become the first person to achieve a Super Grand Slam based on his straight-blade horizontal hitting and two-sided heavy artillery techniques.

And now, he is personally in charge of providing guidance off the court.

The person who gives the instruction uses a straight and horizontal stroke.

The opponent also hits the ball horizontally with a straight blade.

Everything is within his domain, how can he not win?

What's more, even if you don't trust Wang Hao, you have to trust Chen Jin's strength.

"One game, three candies."

Cheng Jingqi smiled and said, "The grand occasion of 2008 has finally reappeared."

"More than three."

Xu Xin shook his head, "Don't forget, Coach Liu is probably in the stands too."

"Then there are four candies."

Cheng Jingqi smiled and said, "With you, Brother Xin, we have the Five Tigers of the Straight Blade."

"No, no, no."

Xu Xin smiled and said, "I can't compare to them, just like the Three Musketeers in Rio. Many people on the Internet say that I am just a fill-in-the-numbers guy at best."

"Make up the numbers?"

Cheng Jingqi laughed and said, "Why didn't I see you asking me to form the Rio Three Musketeers?"

"In Douyin, I was almost expelled from the 'Rio Three Musketeers'."

Xu Xin laughed, "When I am really fired one day, I will give you the money that I collected from the 'Three Musketeers of Rio'."

"I'm not qualified."

Cheng Jingqi waved his hand quickly, "Let's give it to those who said you're just making up the numbers."

Jokes are jokes.

Then, he brought the topic back to the competition.

Xu Xin said: "In this game, not only Chen Jin is under great pressure, but Wang Hao is also under great pressure."

"Correct."

Cheng Jingqi said, "A straight-blade master and a straight-blade prodigy, if such a dream combination loses to an outsourced straight-blade player, I can't imagine what the public opinion will be like."

"Yes."

Xu Xin couldn't help but sigh.

In today's public opinion environment of the Chinese national table tennis team, fan clubs are rampant.

The scene of the women's singles final at the Paris Olympics is still vivid in my mind and is heartbreaking.

Of course, they will be scolded if they lose, and they will also be scolded if they win. The public pressure on athletes is so great that they are trembling with fear and walking on thin ice.

Especially new players like Chen Jin.

He won every game without a single defeat, and became a thorn in the eyes of many people.

If he loses the game, he will surely be greeted with carnival and verbal criticism from certain groups.

Therefore, Chen Jin cannot lose, and dares not lose.

The general environment is like this and it cannot be changed by one person alone.

Xu Xin had no choice but to sigh.

Immediately, I had to change the subject.

When I looked up, I found that the popularity of my live broadcast room was soaring rapidly.

"what?"

Xu Xin was a little surprised. "What's going on? It's already this late, and there are still so many people watching the game? Don't you have to go to work or school tomorrow?"

A double straight showdown, full of topics.

As the "former world number one straight board player", Xu Xin also brings his own traffic.

The key is that most of the people who can stay awake to watch the live broadcast of the game at twelve o'clock in the morning are fans and true fans who do it for love.

After all, a black fan or a traitor would never be so dedicated to his job.

"The game is about to start."

Xu Xin sat upright, his expression much more serious, "Friends, please leave a comment saying 'Chen Jin, come on!'"

The voice just fell.

Barrages of comments such as “Come on Chen Jin!” appeared in the live broadcast room like a tide.

The cheers from the crowd were equally one-sided.

However, almost all of them were Felix's spectators and fans.

The sound was so loud, like thousands of horses galloping, making the eardrums buzz.

"How about it?"

Wang Hao smiled and asked, "Are you used to it?"

"Fortunately."

Chen Jin shrugged his shoulders. "This is not the first time I've seen such a scene."

Hearing this, Wang Hao was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

Chen Jin also experienced a similar on-site atmosphere during the Macau Championships.

Reaching out and patting Chen Jin's shoulder, Wang Hao continued, "In this match, Felix will most likely fight you from the start, so don't let up."

"Hit firmly and decisively. Hit as hard as you can. Don't let Felix build up confidence."

"With your strength, Felix can't beat you as long as you don't make mistakes."

"Be firm, be decisive, and don't take any risks."

"Pay attention to continuity and connection."

"come on!"

Amid the few cheers from the crowd, Chen Jin walked onto the field holding a towel.

Standing face to face with Felix.

The moment of handshake.

Felix suddenly felt that the boy in front of him, who was usually as gentle as jade, seemed like a different person.

He is full of vigor and as sharp as a sword.

The powerful pressure made Felix, who had just relaxed after being encouraged by the audience, nervous again, with cold sweat on his palms.

Toss a coin to guess who will go first.

Chen Jin got the serve in the first game.

As usual, practice before the game.

“Hohohohehe!”

After the sparring, Felix jumped on the spot and shouted a few times to relieve his inner tension.

Then, he bent down.

Hold the racket in your hand and place it lightly on the table.

His eyes were fixed on Chen Jin.

"Da da da, da da da..."

Chen Jin held the ping-pong ball in his palm and threw the ball high up.

Turn your waist and lead the racket.

Wait until the ping-pong ball falls in front of you.

The body drives the forearm, the forearm pulls the wrist, and the wrist controls the fingers.

Give it a light shake and cut and rub.

Side down.

Short ball up the middle.

Felix started with small steps, stepped forward, twisted his waist and hips, lowered his shoulders and raised his elbows, and bent inward to accumulate strength.

"laugh!"

Twist and pull the diagonal line inside the table.

The ping-pong ball flew towards Chen Jin's left half of the table with a strong side spin.

Chen Jin pushed his center of gravity forward and refused to give in.

Face the incoming ball, use the force of the ball, and swing it backhand.

"Snapped!"

The ping-pong ball that flew out from the backhand was like a cannonball, hitting Felix's backhand.

Before Felix could even react, the ball had passed by him.

"Is it such a fierce start?"

Felix's pupils trembled.

Before the game, he was very clear that compared with Chen Jin, his hard power was far behind.

Tactical strategies cannot be delayed, they must be decisively executed quickly to catch the opponent by surprise.

"Fight from the start" is the tactic decided by him and Coach Morin.

In response to this, Felix executed it thoroughly and started to twist it right away.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin's backhand was an unreasonable explosion, so fast that it was comparable to lightning, which killed Felix's idea of ​​fighting in the first three boards.

1: 0.

Second serve.

Chen Jin slightly changed the landing point.

The forehand is short.

With the experience of the previous goal, Felix was obviously much more cautious.

Take a short step forward and quickly return to the starting position.

Chen Jin shook his wrist slightly and quickly chopped the ball to the forehand baseline.

Felix's reaction and connection speed were also extremely fast. Although he couldn't move his feet quickly, he twisted his waist and rushed forward diagonally with his forehand.

Chen Jin took a step forward and pulled back.

Felix stood in the middle and hastily defended with his backhand.

"Snapped!"

The footwork is as fast as the wind, grabbing the landing point.

Chen Jin rushed forward with his forehand.

0: 2.

Felix's face was gloomy. He looked back at Coach Morin, his eyes full of helplessness.

"Allez!"

Coach Morin clapped vigorously and shouted encouragement.

Reaching out to catch the ping-pong ball thrown by the referee, Felix jumped a few times on the spot and shouted twice: "Zou!"

Without caring whether Chen Jin was ready or not, he bent down and served the ball immediately.

Chen Jin stood up straight and raised his hand.

This slowed down Felix's serve rhythm.

laugh!
Felix hit a forehand short.

But seeing Chen Jin's stance when he stepped forward, I thought he was going to make a short move or a long attack.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin made a gesture of lowering his shoulders and raising his elbows.

"He wants to screw me?"

Felix was slightly startled. "That's not right. How can he stand in this position?"

Generally speaking, when twisting and pulling, hold the racket with your right hand and stand on the right side of the ball's landing point.

Only in this way can you catch the ball.

But Chen Jin's position at this time was on the left side of the landing point.

"This is……"

Felix suddenly realized, "Forehand twist?!"

In competition, the forehand twist technique is extremely rare.

The offensive threat is far less than that of a backhand twist.

This is a technology unique to straight boards.

However, if it is used suddenly, it can often have miraculous effects.

Although the power is not great and the speed is not fast, the rotation is extremely strong and the arc is light and strange.

"That's it?"

Felix sneered in his heart, "I'm going to kill you!"

He slid sideways and swung with his forehand.

Snapped!
The ping-pong ball burst out.

however.

The moment the racket touched the ball, the rubber slipped and sank heavily.

Felix's expression changed instantly: "Backspin?"

“I actually twisted it backspin?”

In his existing impression, all twisted and pulled balls have topspin.

The unexpected thing is.

Chen Jin's forehand twist was actually a backspin.

"no!"

Felix's eyes widened, and he looked at Chen Jin in shock. "I saw his forehand twist, it was clearly a topspin, why did it turn into a backspin?"

To know.

He also plays a straight-blade, and occasionally tries a forehand twist during training.

However, the forehand twist attack was too weak and was incompatible with his speed-based offensive style.

So it did not attract his attention.

But unexpectedly, Chen Jin suddenly made a forehand twist, which caught him off guard.

(End of this chapter)