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

Chapter 4 [004] Men's table tennis coach comes to practice with the team
Soon, more and more people gathered in the training hall.

Each of them is filled with youthful energy and are all talents from major provincial teams.

The huge venue was soon filled with people.

In order to make room for others to practice, male and female players from the same provincial team had to share a table for training.

"Ye Sijia is here too."

The female team member named He Xue next to Chen Jin whispered.

"Who?"

Chen Jin was stunned for a moment.

"Ye Sijia."

He Xue explained, "A member of the Beijing team, and the women's singles champion of the Youth Championship."

"It is said that after the Youth Championship, she had a match with Xie Mingyang. Although she lost, the score was very close."

Chen Jin was a little surprised: "So powerful? Did Xie Mingyang let him win?"

Although the playing style of professional women's teams has become more masculine, it is still difficult for women's teams to compete with men's teams due to limitations in physical strength.

The fact that she could fight back and forth with Xie Mingyang was either because Xie Mingyang gave her some points or because this woman was gifted.

"I'm not sure whether there was a handicap or not, but at least there was no handicap."

He Xue said.

"interesting."

Chen Jin couldn't help but take another look at the girl with the ponytail.

It was half past four.

Suddenly, there was a roar of voices.

It seemed like some big star was present.

Follow the sound.

But the Chinese national table tennis team's head coach Wang Hao and the women's table tennis team's head coach Ma Lin, both smiling, appeared in the training hall at the same time.

It can be seen that the Chinese national table tennis team attaches great importance to this selection.

Otherwise, how could Wang Hao and Ma Lin, who had just returned triumphantly from the battle in Paris, not even take a rest and throw themselves into work?

The construction of the national table tennis team cannot be delayed.

Accompanied by a sharp whistle.

Li Qian, the head coach of the trials, held a megaphone and shouted, "All players participating in the trials, come and gather quickly."

Everyone quickly put down their rackets and gathered together.

Li Qian took the list and called out the names. There were a total of sixty-four people, all of whom were present.

Immediately, Wang Hao came out to give a lecture.

The former "Wang Zuxian of National Table Tennis" has now become an old man due to fatigue.

It's so sad.

"The Paris Olympics has ended and a new Olympic cycle has begun. This is the best opportunity for young people like you to 'take over the throne.'"

"I hope you can grow quickly and produce several table tennis players like Ma Long, Fan Zhendong, Chen Meng and Sun Yingsha."

"Carry on the legacy, win glory for the country, and achieve a Grand Slam, or even a Grand Slam."

“I wish you all good results in the trials the day after tomorrow.”

All the young players present were talented teenagers who were already dominant over their peers in their respective provincial teams at the age of fifteen or sixteen.

It is also an age of passion and enthusiasm, full of fantasies about the future.

After listening to Wang Hao's encouraging words, everyone suddenly felt that they were the omnipotent chosen one of heaven, their faces filled with excitement and longing.

After Wang Hao finished speaking, he announced the disbandment and allowed everyone to continue training.

"Coach Wu."

Wang Hao and Ma Lin had already noticed Coach Wu, but they put public matters first and private matters second. They quickly walked up to him, smiling like children.

"When did you arrive? Why didn't you let us know in advance so we could pick you up?"

Both of them were disciples of the Wu School trained by Coach Wu. They once lived together day and night, fought together, and had a true father-son relationship.

In the 08 Olympics, two disciples of Wumen competed for the singles championship, which became a masterpiece at that time.

"I am the leader of our provincial team and I am here with them to participate in the trials."

Coach Wu was also happy to see his two most proud students. He looked them up and down, revealing a trace of heartache. "You must have worked hard in the Olympics. You have such heavy dark circles under your eyes and your complexion is not good."

"Take a good rest for a few days. Your health is the capital of revolution. The future glory and brilliance of the national table tennis team still need your support."

Wang Hao and Ma Lin, one on the left and one on the right, supported Coach Wu and found a seat to sit down.

"Coach Wu, you should take better care of your health now that you are so old."

Wang Hao said sincerely.

"Yes, I heard a long time ago that you have returned to coach the provincial team."

Marin felt a little distressed, "But why should I come out and lead the team in person?"

Since joining the national table tennis team in 1996, he has been studying under Coach Wu.

The two experienced together the peak glory of winning the 08 Olympic Games, and also went through countless days and nights full of doubts and lows together.

This emotion is extraordinary.

It has not faded at all with the passage of time.

"It's not a bad thing to walk around more while you're still healthy."

Coach Wu smiled and pointed at Chen Jin who was practicing, "Did you see that young man? I found another good straight-blade player for our national table tennis team."

There is immense confidence in his words.

Straight board?

Wang Hao and Ma Lin's hearts moved slightly.

After all, both of them were straight-blade players before.

There is always an indescribable special feeling for candy bars.

only.

Today's table tennis world is dominated by horizontal boards.

It is very difficult for a straight-blade player to stand out. Especially in the environment of the national table tennis team, which is full of top players, it is even more difficult.

They both hope that someone can come forward and bring back the former glory of the straight-bar style.

But, in addition to the general environment, straight-blade players require higher talent.

Especially on the backhand, more diligent training is needed to compete with the horizontal board.

Therefore, in the eyes of many people, the cost-effectiveness of a straight-board is far inferior to that of a horizontal-board.

This is also one of the reasons why there are fewer and fewer straight-blade players.

Following Coach Wu's gestures, Ma Lin nodded and said, "Look at his forehand movement framework, it's very much like our old Ziban'er."

“The backhand is also top.”

Coach Wu smiled and said, "I dare say that they are not inferior to the two heavy artillery that Wang Hao had back then."

"is it?"

Having known Coach Wu for many years, Wang Hao knew that Coach Wu was an honest person who would not exaggerate or speak nonsense, so he immediately became interested.

After staring at Chen Jin for a while, he casually asked, "What was the result of the Youth Championship?"

"No, I didn't participate."

Coach Wu said with some regret, "Otherwise, the championship would definitely be his."

Wang Hao and Ma Lin smiled at each other.

Everyone knows that Coach Wu is an honest person, but I didn’t expect him to be so honest.

Fortunately, Wang Liqin was not around.

Otherwise, he would probably feel a little unhappy after hearing this.

"It's said on the Internet that Xiao Pang is my last disciple. If that's the case, I guess Chen Jin is my last disciple."

Coach Wu smiled.

Hearing this, Wang Hao and Ma Lin were both silent.

There was a pause.

Wang Hao suddenly stood up and stretched his arms: "I haven't met such a good straight-blade seedling for a long time. I'll go up and give it a try."

Walked towards Zhang Jiahao.

Zhang Jiahao was practicing basketball with Chen Jin when he caught a glimpse of Wang Hao walking towards him from the corner of his eye. He suddenly became nervous.

You have to know that the man walking towards you is a holder of 18 world championships, a master of pen-blade horizontal hitting, the creator of the mainstream backhand system in today's table tennis, the eternal runner-up in Olympic singles...ah, three consecutive runner-ups in Olympic singles, half a step away from a Grand Slam, and the current head coach of the Chinese men's table tennis team!

With such a legendary figure so close to him, how could Zhang Jiahao not tremble?
"Let me borrow your racket."

Wang Hao smiled and said to Zhang Jiahao, "I'll practice a few balls with your teammates."

"I, I'm using the horizontal board..."

Zhang Jiahao was visibly nervous, even his voice was shaking unconsciously.

"It's ok."

Wang Hao spoke softly and took the racket from Zhang Jiahao.

Knowing that Wang Hao was trying to test Chen Jin, Zhang Jiahao and the two girls tactfully walked away and watched from the side.

Wang Hao took a look at the racket in his hand and recognized it at a glance. It was a Hurricane Long 09X, with a forehand Guo Kuang and a backhand Butterfly DC.

However, Wang Hao didn't care about it at all. He held the racket horizontally and said to Chen Jin, "Try to hit a few balls with your forehand."

"Yes."

Chen Jin took a deep breath.

The head coach of the men's table tennis team personally came down to the court to practice with the players, which immediately attracted the attention of almost everyone at the scene. They all stopped practicing and gathered around to watch.

"Who is this boy? How could he get the head coach of the men's table tennis team to come practice with him?"

"Could it be the prince of the Beijing team?"

"Zhao, I admire you."

Xie Mingyang was also among the crowd, looking a little unhappy.

Logically speaking, he, who just won the Youth Championship, should be the real prodigy.

But Chen Jin, who had no achievements, took advantage of his relationship with his master and stole the limelight that should have belonged to him.

This made Xie Mingyang extremely dissatisfied.

"Humph!"

Xie Mingyang sneered disdainfully, "Another person who only knows how to use backdoors."

At this time, Coach Wu and Ma Lin came over.

"Chen Jin."

Coach Wu reminded him, "Coach Wang Hao is a master of penhold horizontal hitting, and his skills are profound. You should learn from him."

"Yes."

Chen Jin hit a weak topspin ball.

Across the table, Wang Hao stood in the backhand position, defended with a sideways shot, and gently flicked the ball into the forehand position of Chen Jin's half of the table.

Push your legs, turn your waist, swing your forearms, fingers and wrists, and whip to generate force.

The movements are smooth and done in one go.

"Snapped!"

The sound of the ball hitting the ground was deafening.

The small white ping-pong ball, with a strong arc and force, flew towards the opposite half of the table at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, like lightning.

It only takes a moment.

The ping-pong ball landed on the table, then bounced up rapidly and hit Wang Hao's racket.

boom!
The shaking feeling transmitted from the racket made Wang Hao twitch his eyebrows involuntarily.

"Is it so explosive?"

Wang Hao was a little surprised.

With just one ball, he could already feel that both the loop and the power were not what a 15 or 16-year-old boy could have.

Could it be that a talented young man who can rival Xiaopang in his youth is about to emerge?

(End of this chapter)