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

Chapter 53 [053] Tactical Master

"In the last three rounds of the match between Zhang Jiahao and Xie Mingyang, they were obviously practicing their skills. It seems that they were targeting us."

The fourth game is over and according to the rules, there is an eight-minute break between games.

Coach Liu raced against time to analyze the situation for Ding Xiaowei and arrange tactics for the next game.

Now, Ding Xiaowei has one win and one loss, and is tied with Xie Mingyang for second place in the group.

If he could get this point from Zhang Jiahao, then the runner-up in this selection would almost be in Ding Xiaowei's pocket.

After all, in the last match between Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang, Xie Mingyang had no chance of winning.

Compared with Chen Jin and Xie Mingyang, Zhang Jiahao is slightly weaker.

However, Zhang Jiahao's loop ball is the most threatening to Ding Xiaowei.

not to mention.

Zhang Jiahao's power is weaker, but only relatively speaking.

Compared with Ding Xiaowei, their ability to attack and hold the court with anti-glue is almost the same.

Therefore, this game cannot be taken lightly either.

"This kid has good luck in rock-paper-scissors. He can actually play back-to-back and keep the feel..."

Teacher Liu's mouth curled up slightly, "But it doesn't matter, his hands feel hot, let's cool him down, so that we can teach him what a real Imperial Refrigerator is!"

"Xiaowei, in the first game, focus on offense, open up the landing point, and use long rubber to knock down Zhang Jiahao's touch first..."

With his hands on his hips, he listened silently to Coach Liu's tactical arrangements.

Ding Xiaowei couldn't help but glance at Zhang Jiahao.

But Chen Jin had a serious expression on his face, his lips moving, and was instructing Zhang Jiahao about something important.

Coach Zhang, standing nearby, looked like an outsider.

Apart from a few words of "yes, yes, yes" and "just listen to Chen Jin", he couldn't get a word in at all.

It seemed as if Chen Jincai was Zhang Jiahao's off-court coach.

Witness this scene.

For some reason, Ding Xiaowei always felt empty, sour and uncomfortable in his heart.

It was as if someone had forced a few lemons into his mouth.

"Teacher Liu."

Ding Xiaowei whispered, "This match... may not be easy to win."

"what happened?"

Teacher Liu frowned.

You're already saying such discouraging words before the fight even starts. This is totally not your style, Ding Xiaowei!

Following Ding Xiaowei's gaze.

Teacher Liu suddenly understood and his mind became clear.

This kid probably suffered from psychological trauma after being beaten by Chen Jin, and he might be suffering from some kind of PTSD!

"Are you worried about Chen Jin giving Zhang Jiahao off-court coaching?"

Liu taught.

"Ah."

Ding Xiaowei nodded.

That was the big devil who pushed himself in and out five times, pressed him to the ground and rubbed him madly!

The opponent knows the weaknesses of your playing style very well!
With such a person giving Zhang Jiahao off-court guidance, I'm afraid his chances of winning the next game will be reduced by at least 30%!
Do not!
At least 50% reduction!
Think of this.

Ding Xiaowei smiled bitterly: "Chen Jin knows my fighting style too well, I'm afraid..."

"Don't worry."

Coach Liu patted Ding Xiaowei's shoulder heavily and stared at him with great determination and confidence. "It is one thing for Chen Jin to understand your playing style, but it is another thing whether Zhang Jiahao can execute the tactics."

"Things on the court change rapidly. Strength, luck and the ability to seize opportunities are all indispensable."

"As long as we do our best, no matter how the opponent changes their formation, we will be able to stop them."

Coach Liu encouraged him, "Even if we lose this game, we still have overtime to play. We don't need to be afraid of him!"

"Teacher Liu, I understand."

Ding Xiaowei took a deep breath, and the fighting spirit finally rekindled in his eyes.

Eight minutes passed quickly.

The whistle sounded and both sides entered the field.

Following Coach Liu's pre-match tactical arrangements, Ding Xiaowei indeed increased the offensive rhythm.

But Zhang Jiahao had obviously anticipated this.

Relying on his hot hand, he stood in the middle and near-table area, opened fire at full force, and attacked Ding Xiaowei's backhand.

This forced Ding Xiaowei to retreat.

Ding Xiaowei's backhand ability in mid- and long-range shots is relatively weak.

Zhang Jiahao concentrated his firepower and pursued him relentlessly, forcing him to switch from attack to defense.

But in this way, they got into Zhang Jiahao's rhythm again. Zhang Jiahao's high-profile looping ball was very stable.

Moreover, the arc was low and the rotation was strong, combined with the landing points all over the table, making Ding Xiaowei complain continuously.

"Fuck!"

Seeing Ding Xiaowei being suppressed by him without any chance to fight back, Zhang Jiahao was overjoyed and was full of admiration for Chen Jin. "You are worthy of being my brother Jin. This tactic of 'fierce attack and counterattack to force retreat' really worked."

Long before the game started.

Chen Jin had already anticipated that Ding Xiaowei would take the initiative to attack and consume Zhang Jiahao's touch.

Therefore, he asked Zhang Jiahao to defend the middle and near table, use fast attack and concentrate firepower to suppress Ding Xiaowei's backhand, giving Ding Xiaowei no chance to return the ball.

under these circumstances.

Due to the habit of chopping the ball developed over the years, Ding Xiaowei will inevitably retreat to the table and switch to chopping the ball to defend.

In this way, the opponent's "active attack" tactics will be completely ineffective.

To know.

Backspin balls and high lobs are Zhang Jiahao's specialty.

Not only is it steady, but the arc and landing point are all under his precise control.

Seeing Ding Xiaowei being beaten until he was sweating profusely, the score gap continued to widen.

Coach Liu stood on the sidelines, his arms folded across his chest, his brows furrowed.

After the first two or three balls, he realized that the tactics he had formulated had been perfectly resolved by the opponent.

"With Zhang Jiahao's ability, I'm afraid he can't do this."

Teacher Liu's eyes darkened, "Could it be Chen Jin?"

"He had already guessed my tactical arrangement before the game, and even gave me a solution?"

He turned his head and looked at Chen Jin not far away.

Chen Jin looked relaxed, chatting and laughing with people around him from time to time.

It seemed that the changes in the situation on the field were all within his expectations.

"It seems that Xiaowei's worries are not wrong at all."

Coach Liu frowned even more tightly. "Chen Jin has won five out of five matches, and they were all crushing victories. His style of fighting against Xiao Wei is so easy."

"Plus, Zhang Jiahao has been his teammate for many years, so he must be very familiar with him."

"Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles... There is still some truth in what our ancestors said."

"What's even more commendable is that at such a young age, he can actually predict the opponent's skills and tactics and come up with countermeasures in advance... With this basketball IQ and this mind, his future is limitless."

Teacher Liu looked at Chen Jin from afar, and couldn't help but feel many emotions in his heart.

In a trance.

He seemed to see the Purple Star falling from the sky and landing on Chen Jin.

Set your mind.

He glanced at the scoreboard.

6: 11.

Ding Xiaowei has already lost the first game.

"Master Liu..."

After walking off the field, Ding Xiaowei was sweating profusely and his eyes looked a little dim.

"It's okay, you fought well."

Coach Liu consoled him, "I underestimated the opponent. I didn't expect that the opponent had a tactical master."

"Master of tactics?"

Ding Xiaowei was stunned for a moment.

But he soon realized that the so-called "tactical master" mentioned by Coach Liu was Chen Jin.

He and Master Liu's apprentice have fought together for many years and are fully aware of Master Liu's tactical planning capabilities.

Coach Liu is always able to anticipate the enemy's moves and crush them on the tactical level.

But this time, Master Liu's tactics were suppressed by a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Coach Liu, then...how should we play the next round?"

Ding Xiaowei hesitated.

There is no doubt that if in the next game, the opponent still adopts the style of fast attack from the middle or near table and crazy suppression of the backhand, then you will still be passive and it will be difficult to counterattack.

"It's very simple."

Teacher Liu looked determined, "Compete with him in basic skills."

"Basic skills?"

Ding Xiaowei frowned slightly.

"That's right. The opponent's basic skill is the high loop ball, while your basic skill is the backhand slice."

Coach Liu said solemnly, "In the next game, it will depend on which of you two makes fewer mistakes and who has better luck."

(End of this chapter)