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

Chapter 348: They've been tortured like this, and they still enjoy the match?
11: 5.

The score is 1-1.

Falk glanced at the forehand rubber on his racket; some of the pimples had been washed away, and a helpless, bitter smile appeared on his face.

Having played for so many years, I've encountered quite a few power players.

However, to date, only one person has managed to break his rubber pimples.

"Should we get a new racket?"

Karlsson patted Falk on the shoulder and asked in a low voice.

"Need not."

Falk shook his head. "I just didn't expect Chen Jin's explosive burst to be so terrifying."

"Yes."

Karlsson also found it hard to believe, "According to the ITTF's data, this Chinese boy is only sixteen years old."

"This power... is it really only for a sixteen-year-old?"

Looking at the remaining red particles on the ground, Falk fell into deep thought.

The two put down their rackets, picked up towels, and walked towards the rest area on the sidelines.

The scene of the second game kept flashing through my mind.

In the second game, the opponent had clearly adjusted their tactics from the start.

Not only did they increase the intensity of their attack, but Chen Jin also became the main attacker.

They take the lead and make their moves immediately.

It is powerful, fast, and its landing point is completely unpredictable, hitting wherever it is aimed, making it impossible to defend against.

Especially Chen Jin's powerful forehand smash.

It was as if Odin had unleashed a bolt of lightning from his bronze throne, piercing the sky and shattering stars, unstoppable by anyone.

In the first half, they were able to keep the score close by exploiting Zhang Jiahao's weakness.

But in the second half of the game, Zhang Jiahao seemed to have suddenly figured it out, his defense became as solid as an iron wall, and his offense flowed like clouds and water.

The two worked together seamlessly.

Falk and Karlsson tried various methods, changing their playing style and adjusting their tactics, but ultimately they couldn't withstand Chen Jin's attack or break through Zhang Jiahao's defense.

If this continues, the later matches will become increasingly difficult.

The three Swedish players looked worried, their expressions becoming more serious.

On the other hand, Wang Hao had a big smile on his face.

"Played well."

Wang Hao handed over the water bottle while praising it highly.

It has to be said that as long as the ball is handed to Chen Jin, people can rest assured.

Of course, Zhang Jiahao's performance was also commendable.

They showed great fighting spirit during the competition.

For example, at 4:5.

Chen Jin's flying slam was unexpectedly countered by his opponent, who turned around to defend.

With such speed and angle, Wang Hao originally thought this ball was bound to be lost.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jiahao took a cross step, instantly crossing from the left half of the table to the right half, desperately saving the ball.

He fell to the ground and even tumbled over.

But Zhang Jiahao immediately got up, ready to take over the next shot.

His eyes revealed a fierce determination that refused to admit defeat, which Wang Hao noticed and was deeply moved by.

"The third game is crucial; the opponent will definitely change their strategy and tactics."

Wang Hao's eyes gleamed with intelligence, and his speech quickened, "They will definitely fight fiercely to seize the initiative in the attack."

"They fight, so we must fight even harder, more fiercely and ruthlessly than them."

"Chen Jin, this is your forte, and you can't back down now."

Using violence to stop violence, and killing to stop killing, has always been Chen Jin's fighting style.

This applies to singles as well as doubles.

Chen Jin nodded: "Understood."

"Zhang Jiahao".

Wang Hao continued, "Although strength is not your forte, your mid-court topspin and grappling ability are no weaker than your opponent's."

"Remember, your goal is to defend your line at all costs, not to let the opponent break through, and even more so, not to give the opponent any opportunities."

"On the contrary, you must create opportunities for Chen Jin to attack."

"Can it be done?"

As he finished speaking, Wang Hao's voice rose a few decibels.

As if injected with adrenaline, Zhang Jiahao's eyes were firm, and he shouted loudly, "I can do it!"

"very good."

Wang Hao clapped his hands. "Positioning and covering, seamless transitions."

"Determined and confident."

"come on! Come on!"

The third game.

Just as Wang Hao had predicted, Falk and Karlsson launched a fierce attack with their first three shots, attempting to fight back.

However, Chen Jin's attack remained fierce.

Zhang Jiahao gradually found his form and touch, his defense becoming tight and impenetrable.

They started the game with a 6-0 score.

"Choo-hoo!"

"Zhu--"

The roars of Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao after winning the game echoed throughout the stadium.

In addition, the cheers and support from the audience also contributed to the success.

Its momentum is overwhelming and unstoppable.

On the other hand, the Falk-Karlsson duo suffered a significant blow to morale, as their strength diminished.

As early as the end of the second game, the two had already vaguely sensed that the upcoming match might not be easy.

Only through fighting can we have a chance of survival.

Therefore, they launched an aggressive attack right from the start.

Unfortunately, their opponent was in too much form.

Both of their attacks were easily blocked.

soon.

The score was now 2-8. With Falk making a service error, his composure crumbled, and the Swedish coach quickly stood up and called a timeout.

In reality, pausing would not help.

After all, on the field, Falk and Karlsson had given their all, but they were still no match for Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao.

"Chen Jin is stronger than I imagined, and Zhang Jiahao doesn't seem to be the weak point I thought he was."

Falk frowned. "Their teamwork and tactical application are nothing like those of young players with no experience on the field."

"Maybe we're just getting old."

Carlsson smiled wryly, "The future ultimately belongs to the young."

"There's no need to be so pessimistic."

Falk tilted his head back and drank the last drop of water in the bottle in one gulp. "We should feel fortunate to be able to fight against a young player of this strength."

"For God's sake, enjoy the game, my dear brother Karlsson."

Seeing Falk's feigned ease, Karlsson's wry smile deepened.

Enjoy the game?

How can you enjoy yourself after being tortured like this?

However, the game is not over yet.

The outcome is still uncertain, so how can we predict victory or defeat in advance?

The two players, carrying their respective rackets, returned to the court.

Although the pause failed to yield a solution, it provided an opportunity to adjust the situation.

With a more relaxed mindset, Falk and Karlsson played much more smoothly.

They were unexpectedly defeated by two players who scored three consecutive points.

8: 5.

Seeing that things were not going well, Wang Hao quickly stood up and called for a pause.

Psychological counseling and tactical arrangements.

"We can't be careless or let our guard down until the ball hits the ground."

Wang Hao said, "Play well, be serious, and win this game."

Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao, back on the court, unleashed their full potential, scoring three points in quick succession.

11: 5.

The score is 2-1.

After the timeout, they scored three consecutive points, and Falk and Karlsson thought they had a chance to turn the game around.

However, it was quickly brought back to reality.

The morale of the two men plummeted instantly.

Moreover, in the fourth game, Chen Jin and Zhang Jiahao continued to play aggressively.

Close-range fast attacks, mid-range explosive drives, long-range rallies... the two players pressed forward relentlessly, and their opponents were forced to retreat step by step.

10: 1.

They reached game point, which was also match point.

After serving, Zhang Jiahao quickly retreated to the left rear.

Unexpectedly, Falk took a desperate gamble, sliding sideways and halfway off the table to charge straight ahead.

The ping-pong ball flew straight towards Zhang Jiahao's body.

"Fuck!"

Seeing the ping-pong ball flying towards him, and knowing that he shouldn't be the one to catch it and that he was clearly blocking Chen Jin, Zhang Jiahao had a bad feeling.

Just when they were at a loss.

Sudden.

A low shout came from behind: "Get down!"

Like a thunderclap.

Without thinking twice, Zhang Jiahao stuck out his buttocks and lay face down on the ground.

He barely dodged the flying ping-pong ball.

Meanwhile, Chen Jin had been waiting behind Zhang Jiahao for quite some time.

Slightly bend your knees and squat down.

Lower your right arm and tuck your wrist inward.

As the ball begins its descent, unleash a powerful backhand flick.

"Snapped!"

Accompanied by a deafening sound of the ball being struck.

The ping-pong ball, carrying a strong sidespin, hurtled towards the opponent's left corner of the table with lightning speed.

"Is this okay?"

Carlson's eyes widened.

He hurriedly lunged for a forehand.

Unfortunately, the ball missed its target and hit the edge of the paddle.

"11:1."

The referee immediately announced, "China wins."

Just as the ball hit the ground.

A thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

"we won?"

Zhang Jiahao leaped to his feet.

My gaze shifted to the scoreboard on the referee's table, which displayed a score of 3:1.

His face immediately lit up with excitement, and he raised his arms in cheers.

"Won!"

Zhang Jiahao pounded his chest a few times and roared to the sky.

Because of his own performance and mistakes, how could he not vent and release his emotions after reversing the game after losing the first game?
In contrast, Chen Jin was much calmer.

They high-fived each other in celebration, and then embraced gently.

"Played well."

Chen Jin laughed and said, "The future golden left-handed player in men's doubles."

"With Brother Jin here, I feel like the future has already arrived."

Zhang Jiahao was bursting with confidence.

(End of this chapter)