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

Chapter 249 The fifth champion! Undefeated!

Putting down the racket, Lin Shidong walked to the referee's table, picked up a towel and wiped the sweat off his face.

The jersey on my body was soaked with sweat and stuck to my vest, bringing a chill.

The original leading score has been tied by Chen Jin.

Moreover, Chen Jin's strong momentum added to Lin Shidong's pressure.

"No."

"This can't go on like this."

Lin Shidong gritted his teeth and said, "We must find a breakthrough."

However, where is the breakthrough?
With Chen Jin's control over the serve, his attack and first three board techniques could not be fully utilized.

Whether in mid-range or near-table, forehand or backhand, whether in power, speed, rotation or landing point, Chen Jin is clearly superior to himself.

Can't find any flaws!
This is more than just a hexagonal warrior, it's an octagonal warrior!
"If I can't find a way to break through Chen Jin, then I'll try to make the most of my own strengths."

Lin Shidong thought to himself, "Chen Jin's ball is too thin. It's almost torn when it's close to the table. I can't hit it."

"Why not just fight him from mid-range to long range? Even if we can't win, at least we can use up Chen Jin's energy."

Clear tactics and resolute execution allowed Lin Shidong to seize a slight advantage in the following game.

The score rose alternately.

However, Lin Shidong always led by one point.

8: 9.

If I can win this serve and get the game point first, then I will have a good chance of winning the game.

more importantly.

If they could pull one point back when they were trailing 0:2, it would definitely be a great boost to Lin Shidong's confidence.

As a result, by the fourth round, it is still unknown who will win.

Therefore, this point is particularly crucial.

"Whoo~"

Lin Shidong let out a long breath, expelling the foul air that was stuck in his chest.

In the palm of your left hand, gently hold the ping-pong ball.

Then, he bent down.

The stadium was so silent that Lin Shidong could even hear his own heartbeat.

He found that the fingers of his left hand were trembling slightly and he couldn't control it.

Toss the ball and draw the racket.

歘!
A long and quick run went straight to Chen Jin in the middle.

Fortunately, Chen Jin kept a close eye on him and prevented Lin Shidong from growing secretly.

Lightly rub the backhand and hit back diagonally.

"Snapped!"

Lin Shidong threw the ball backhand.

Signature quick tear!
The ping-pong ball rushed towards Chen Jin's backhand corner like a tiger descending from the mountain.

If any other player were to take over, there would be few in the world of table tennis who could withstand Lin Shidong's fast-moving shot.

But Chen Jin seemed to have already figured out Lin Shidong's ball path. He stood in the backhand position, slightly retreated from the table, and waited for Lin Shidong to attack.

When Lin Shidong's board was torn apart, he was calm and composed, pressing a straight line as if it were a breeze and clouds.

"!"

Lin Shidong was shocked.

It's fine if I can block it back, but can I push it in a straight line?
You know, this ball is already his signature backhand technique.

I thought I could pass it in one go.

Unexpectedly, Chen Jin pushed the ball back with such ease.

At this moment, in Lin Shidong's eyes, Chen Jin looked very much like the long-haired goalkeeper of the Devil Team in Stephen Chow's movie "Shaolin Soccer".

He used his powerful King Kong kick, and although he kicked a killer ball with special effects, it was easily defended by the opponent's goalkeeper.

Not only is it extremely lethal, but it is also very insulting.

The key point is that Chen Jin tied the score again with this ruthless straight line change.

9: 9.

The serve returned to Chen Jin again.

"It's over."

Lin Shidong had a bad feeling in his heart, "Chen Jin might change his serve again."

Before this, Chen Jin's forehand serve left him with lingering fears.

There was no confidence at all that he could receive Chen Jin's two serves.

"Don't be afraid!"

Lin Shidong took a deep breath, "As long as I can get one point, we can enter overtime."

Since the Montpellier Championship, Chen Jin has almost always crushed his opponents with a score of 4:0.

No one could even win a small game from Chen Jin.

And I am the person with the greatest hope of breaking this record.

As long as he can beat Chen Jin in this round, his confidence in the fourth round will be greatly improved.

"come on!"

"Try to win this round!"

Lin Shidong once again made a "ho ho hey ho" sound of encouragement.

With his legs slightly bent and his back arched like a shrimp, his eyes were as sharp as lightning as he stared at Chen Jin's serve.

As expected, Chen Jin changed his serve to a forehand.

"Backspin?"

Snapped!
He was picked up by Chen Jinfei.

"Half-stage?"

Da da.

The second jump did not come out.

11: 9.

Two serves to kill the game.

Lin Shidong was stunned: "Is this a loss?"

"I was leading 1-6 at the start, how could this be reversed?"

The situation was already unfavorable for him.

Now, the situation has been reversed again.

What made Lin Shidong even more devastated was that they lost the last two goals so miserably.

There is a feeling of being unable to vent all the energy in my body.

No matter how good Lin Shidong's mentality was, he couldn't hold it anymore at this moment.

He walked off the field dejectedly.

This scene was captured by the camera and projected onto the big screen at the scene.

"Lin Shidong's mentality is a little broken." Liu Guoliang sighed lightly.

Just as he predicted, the timeout at 1:6 was the turning point of the third game.

After the break, Chen Jin first opened up the game with a strong serve.

Afterwards, he opened fire in the battle with Lin Shidong.

Although the score seems to be very close, in fact everything is under Chen Jin's control.

"really."

Wang Hao nodded, "Moreover, in the last few points, Chen Jin seemed to be controlling the points."

As we all know, those who can control the points are the big guys.

Chen Jin is no exception.

Through precise score control, Lin Shidong saw a glimmer of hope of winning the game.

As a result, hope was cruelly strangled at the last moment.

This was undoubtedly a torture to Lin Shidong's mentality.

The pressure in the fourth game was skyrocketing.

"To dare to blatantly control the score in the finals and change the opponent's mentality, you need not only confidence in your own ability, but also a big heart."

Liu Guoliang laughed and said, "If we get it wrong, it will have a big impact on the rest of the game."

However, judging from the results, Chen Jin's tactics were executed quite successfully.

"The reason why Chen Jin did this is because he was worried that after being crushed for three games, Lin Shidong would explode in the fourth game and fight desperately, which might hinder the game."

Wang Hao guessed.

After all, as one of the best new generation players of the national table tennis team, Lin Shidong still has the ability.

Chen Jin naturally would not underestimate it.

"The lead in the third game was overturned, and the game ended in a 9:9 loss. This was a huge blow to Lin Shidong's mentality."

Wang Hao is Lin Shidong's head coach, so how could he not know Lin Shidong.

Back then, in the Montpellier Championship, Lin Shidong was leading 0:3 to Felix, and then he lost at lightning speed 3:11 in the third game.

This was still the case with Wang Hao providing off-court guidance.

Now, with no one to encourage and guide him, Lin Shidong’s mentality will only get worse.

A wise disciple is better than a teacher.

as predicted.

In the fourth game, Lin Shidong wanted to fight hard at the beginning.

Unfortunately, it's like entering a sage moment, and I feel a little overwhelmed.

There is no need for Chen Jin to take action. As long as there is a little control on the table, Lin Shidong can make mistakes.

Poor touch, slow steps, unresponsiveness...even the most basic forehand shot has been distorted.

However, he made frequent mistakes in his best backhand quick tear.

Either it's out of bounds or it goes into the net.

In less than five minutes, they were beaten 10:0.

Chen Jin couldn't bear it and deliberately gave up a point.

In the end, 11:1.

The overall score is 4:0.

Chen Jin swept Lin Shidong and won the Frankfurt Championship.

"Wow--"

The audience burst into applause.

Lin Shidong sighed and said, "I really can't beat him."

Set your mind.

He walked forward, extended his hand, hugged Chen Jin gently, and said congratulations.

No matter what, the fact that the Chinese national table tennis team won the first and second place, and that they were two young players of the new generation, is a strong response to the outside world's doubts about the team's echelons.

“It’s the fifth championship already.”

Liu Guoliang praised it with all his heart.

The key point is that Chen Jin is only fifteen years old.

This is unique and unprecedented in the history of Chinese table tennis.

"Yes."

Wang Hao smiled and said, "Since the trials, Chen Jin has not lost a single game. This is simply a miracle."

"How many consecutive wins has Chen Jin had now?"

Liu Guoliang asked.

“It’s almost thirty games.”

Wang Hao said.

For a moment, he didn't calculate carefully.

“This is aimed at setting a record.”

Liu Guoliang laughed and said, "In the national table tennis association, among all the masters, except for Fan Zhendong, Lin Yunru, Lin Gaoyuan and others, Chen Jin was beaten by everyone."

"I am more curious now, who can break Chen Jin's undefeated golden body."

Not only Liu Guoliang, but Wang Hao was also curious about this question.

Wang Hao smiled and said, “I guess only Coach Liu will go down in person.”

"Now that you mention it, I wonder if you will have a sparring match with Chen Jin sometime?"

Liu Guoliang suddenly had an idea. He looked at Wang Hao with great interest and said, "I can also give Chen Jin some pointers and help him fill in the gaps."

"Wait for winter training."

Wang Hao immediately smiled and said, "I guess Chen Jin will have to give me at least five points."

I haven't trained for a long time, but my skills are still there.

However, his physical strength and pace are not as good as before.

When competing with Chen Jin, the advantage lies in experience.

Of course, it is almost impossible to defeat Chen Jin.

Otherwise, it would be nobody else's turn at the Los Angeles Olympics.

As the head coach of the Chinese men's table tennis team, he simply warmed up, picked up his racket and went to the court to realize his dream of reaching Los Angeles, becoming the slowest Grand Slam in history.

Talking and laughing.

Liu Guoliang stood up and straightened his clothes: "But you are only taking care of Chen Jin. You have to take care of the other young players as well. Give them equal treatment."

"clear."

As he spoke, Wang Hao turned his head and looked.

But Lin Shidong, sweating profusely, was sitting alone in the rest area, looking lonely, and silently sorting his things with his head down.

In sharp contrast to him was Chen Jin, who was being interviewed about his victory not far away.

Looking at Lin Shidong at this moment, Wang Hao suddenly remembered himself in the 08 Olympics: "When Marin won the championship, I probably looked like Xiao Shitou..."

(End of this chapter)