Tennis: He's so obedient!

Chapter 173 Ignite Emotions, Smash the Racket, Victory! (Please Subscribe)

"Great! Jiang Hong launched a desperate counterattack in the second set, defeating Nalbandian 6-1!"

"We've successfully dragged the match into a third set, putting both players on equal footing!"

Let's wait and see how Jiang Hong performs!

Zhang Sheng's voice sounded very excited. He got off the chair and put his hands on the commentary table, shouting.

The course of the game changed, and the fans naturally became excited.

Jiang Hong's fans immediately launched a purge.

"Who just said Xiao Jiang was about to lose? Speak up!"

"6:1, do you see that?"

"Keep yelling, Blackie!"

Jiang Hong's fans immediately felt triumphant, exhilarated, and incredibly satisfied!

Is this what it feels like to be slapped in the face?
Although he had just mocked Jiang Hong's fans, he felt a little guilty.

However, they still chose to be stubborn and hold out to the bitter end.

"The game isn't over yet, and you're already popping champagne!"

"Yeah, be careful they don't get reversed later, so you don't get slapped in the face!"

"That's right, anyone who didn't know better would think Jiang Hong won!"

Although Jiang Hong's fans knew they were just arguing for the sake of arguing, since they were only behind in the score, that's not what they were saying.

However, deep down, I also hope that Jiang Hong can win the game and dazzle these haters.

"They actually managed to turn the tide!" Nalbandian crushed the water bottle in his hand.

They originally planned to go all out and sweep Jiang Hong 2-0.

However, it now seems clear that this is impossible.

Moreover, I had a very difficult time playing the previous match.

Jiang Hong deliberately delayed the serve.

Moreover, after the score was tied, he had some doubts in his heart: would he really lose the game?
Subconsciously, I looked up at Jiang Hong across from me and saw him sitting on the stool looking relaxed.

He even raised an eyebrow with a mocking expression when faced with attacks from Spanish fans.

After all, Jiang Hong didn't want to be a doormat and force himself to put on a so-called "gentlemanly" act.

This scene made Nalbandian somewhat unhappy.

He wasn't defending these Spanish fans.

After all, he didn't care what those arrogant Spaniards were like.

She just felt that Jiang Hong didn't take her seriously at all.

I have to teach Jiang Hong a lesson and show him my strength.

Jiang Hong turned his gaze away from the audience and wiped the sweat from his face with a towel.

He unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip of water, and pondered how to torment Nalbandian's mentality.

Should we call for a medical timeout or a toilet play?

In the end, Jiang Hong chose to give up.

After all, Nalbandian had just had an emotional breakdown, and if we gave him time to recover...

Therefore, we must act swiftly and decisively!
"Time!"

With the referee's announcement, the short break came to an end.

Jiang Hong threw the towel into the thermos and changed to a different racket.

After two hours of competition, they had become familiar with each other's playing styles and tactics.

Because it was Jiang Hong's serve at the end of the last set.

So in the third set, Nalbandian served in the first game.

Jiang Hong stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, bent forward, and slightly raised his racket, his eyes fixed on Nalbandian's toss.

The moment the tennis ball was tossed into the air by Nalbandian and his arm began to swing back.

"Chance!"

Jiang Hong immediately took half a step to the inside. He had anticipated that the opponent would take an inside corner kick to try to put pressure on the opponent based on Nalbandian's movements.

With a "snap," the tennis ball struck the racket with a crisp sound.

Nalbandian has completed his spin and swing.

"It really is an inside corner kick!"

Jiang Hong did not choose to block the ball back, but instead launched an attack based on Nalbandian's serve.

He used his momentum to smash the tennis ball hard against the side and back with both hands.

The tennis ball shot out like a bullet, heading straight for Nalbandian's backhand opening.

After landing, due to the spin applied by Jiang Hong, the ball did not bounce high upon landing like a regular tennis ball, but instead flew forward at a low altitude for a distance.

Nalbandian's pupils contracted sharply.

"They're launching a preemptive attack so quickly!"

Jiang Hong is incredibly audacious.

However, Nalbandian has no intention of giving up his first serve so easily.

He instantly dashed to his side and swung his racket.

"Snapped!"

The ball was volleyed directly into the high air at midfield.

Jiang Hong stared intently at the trajectory of the return ball, then suddenly pushed off with his feet and leaped into the air.

The wrist suddenly snaps down, the forehand volley is like a scalpel.

He instantly pierced the ball into Nalbandian's forehand corner.

0: 15!

[Serving and receiving attack: 5/10]

After landing, Jiang Hong did not make any celebratory gestures.

Turn around and walk back to the baseline position, ready to receive the serve.

"hateful!"

Nalbandian gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.

He looked up at Jiang Hong opposite him and tossed the ball into the air again.

The two sides were locked in a fierce battle right from the start of the third set.

The intense, long-running battle was immediately captured.

Nalbandian suddenly changed lanes at a sharp angle, then connected with deep pressure in the mid lane.

This led to Jiang Hong making a forced mistake.

Jiang Hong shook his head. "This kind of mistake shouldn't have happened!"

After taking the lead, I lost my focus.

Calm down, the game isn't over yet.

Jiang Hong suddenly released a small ball, moving Nalbandian to the front of the net.

Then, the two sides immediately started hitting each other like they were playing badminton.

Four shots in a row, and the tennis ball didn't even touch the ground.

Jiang Hong's eyes flashed, and he suddenly changed the angle of his racket, suppressing the power in his wrist.

Suddenly, he turned sideways and swished his forehand into the forehand corner behind Nalbandian.

"40:30!"

The referee's voice rang out, announcing who won the point.

"Jiang Hong earned a break point in the first game of the third set!"

"It seems that the victory in the second set gave him a lot of confidence, and he was in unstoppable momentum in the third set!"

Zhang Sheng seemed to see the dawn of victory and shouted excitedly.

However, Jiang Hong on the court dared not be careless in the slightest.

"Snapped!"

Nalbandian stood at the baseline and served the crucial point.

Looking at the speed of 192 kilometers per hour, this is already a high-speed serve for him.

Jiang Hong had already taken two steps forward, bent his knees and lowered his elbows, tilting his racket forward.

That's right, it's still the same strategy—aggressive attack!
If Nalbandian launches an attack, then there are too many variables in this game.

Therefore, we absolutely cannot give him any chance.

With a slight adjustment in stance, the racket in his hand swung out like lightning, leaving a blur in the air.

In an instant, the ball bounced off the ground, and Jiang Hong had already completed his shot.

The tennis ball traveled with a sharp trajectory, heading straight for Nalbandian's open backhand.

The ball's return speed reached an astonishing 165 kilometers per hour.

It's even faster than some second serves.

Nalbandian quickly moved his feet, gliding to the sideline before swinging his racket.

With a deft flick of the wrist, he scooped the ball back with a backhand.

The return shot was low and floaty, and it started to droop the moment it crossed the net.

Yes, it's a small ball.

Jiang Hong instantly exerted force with his calf muscles and rushed towards the net.

He rushed to the net at an exaggerated speed, before the tennis ball had even hit the ground.

Turn your body to the side and swing your racket.

Single-sided cutting.

In an instant, the tennis ball, with extremely high speed and intense spin, headed straight for Nalbandian's backhand.

Nalbandian's expression changed, and he quickly stopped and retreated, swinging his forehand to hit a cross-court shot.

It must be said that even when his center of gravity was unstable, Nalbandian still managed to hit the ball with great precision.

After moving laterally, Jiang Hong immediately hit a topspin ball, directly targeting Nalbandian's backhand.

The tennis ball traced a steep arc in the air and bounced up to a height of 1.78 meters after landing.

However, at this moment, Nalbandian's unpredictable nature seemed to erupt.

He used his signature two-handed backhand to smash the ball back into Jiang Hong's forehand corner.

When the tennis ball landed, everyone thought it was all over.

Suddenly, with the sound of shoes scraping against the court, Jiang Hong appeared in front of the baseline.

"There wasn't time to stop!"

Jiang Hong observed the height of the tennis ball's bounce and decisively chose to hit the ball while sliding.

Forehand lead shot.

boom!
"Forehand to straight shot?"

The speed of his forehand shot was so fast that Nalbandian had no time to save it.

Turning a diagonal line into a straight line is inherently difficult, not to mention that Jiang Hong's desired landing point was simply too perfect.

Moreover, the difficulty of using a forehand straight line has increased to another level.

Will it go out of bounds?

Nalbandian and everyone else in the stadium stared intently at the landing point of the tennis ball.

The tennis ball rises rapidly after landing.

"Did you win?"

To be honest, Jiang Hong didn't know either.

"IN!"

The linesman raised his hand to indicate that the ball was in bounds!
Instantly, the Chinese fans in the stands erupted in enthusiastic celebration.

Jiang Hong broke serve in the first game, and it seems the balance of victory has shifted!
"It's impossible for a player to have such good control over their forehand."

After a brief moment of thought, Nalbandian decisively raised his hand.

"I want to challenge!"

These words surprised everyone, especially the Chinese fans in the stands.

They immediately felt that Nalbandian was a sore loser and booed him.

However, Nalbandian didn't care about that.

After the referee made the operation, the trajectory of the tennis ball appeared on the monitor next to him.

And lines drawn to indicate where the tennis ball will land.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the electronic display screen.

"He's on the line! He's on the line! He's not out of bounds! Jiang Hong's point is valid! He's successfully broken serve!"

After waiting for the results, Zhang Sheng immediately shouted excitedly.

Although Nalbandian was somewhat disappointed with the outcome of the challenge, he didn't take it too seriously.

After all, pausing the competition during such a challenge at least gives you some breathing room and a chance to adjust.

After the two sides exchanged possession of the ball, it was Jiang Hong's turn to serve.

Facing Jiang Hong's lead, they immediately unleashed their full offensive power, scoring three consecutive points.

Just when everyone thought Jiang Hong was about to hold serve, Nalbandian stole two more points.

This made the audience and reporters at the scene a little nervous.

Will Jiang Hong be broken after just taking the lead?
Nalbandian stared intently at Jiang Hong, looking like he was eyeing him menacingly.

"If we can catch up by one more point, we can tie the score!" He stretched his body, stared intently at Jiang Hong's movements, and tried to guess where his serve would land.

"The outer corner?"

While Nalbandian was observing Jiang Hong, Jiang Hong was also observing him.

"His toes are pointing towards the sideline!"

Jiang Hong took a deep breath and then tossed the tennis ball high above his head.

Upon seeing Jiang Hong's serve, Nalbandian immediately took action.

Take two diagonal steps toward the left sideline.

At the same time, Jiang Hong instantly exerted force, swinging his racket from behind.

As the tennis ball fell to the height of the hitting point, Jiang Hong suddenly turned his body and exerted force.

With a "snap," the tennis ball flew towards the opposite half of the court, leaving a yellow-green afterimage.

Nalbandian was straddling the sideline when suddenly his eyes narrowed sharply.

"No, it's the inner angle!"

Immediately afterwards, the tennis ball hit the T-zone and flew out of bounds at high speed.

The serve, traveling at 216 km/h, left Nalbandian with no chance to save the ball!

"Pretty!"

"That ace was so cool!"

"I secured the contract, hahaha!"

The score on the electronic display screen jumped to 2:0.

At this point, the score gap between the two players officially widened.

Meanwhile, Spanish fans who had been cheering for Nalbandian also started complaining.

"I thought Nalbandian was quite capable, but I didn't expect he still couldn't beat Jiang Hong!"

"It's okay, I definitely won't have a chance against Nadal in the next round anyway."

"Right!"

These sounds pierced Nalbandian's ears like needles.

He silently gripped the racket in his hand.

No, I can't just give up like this.

"My goal this time is the championship!"

Thinking of this, Nalbandian's eyes gleamed with renewed fighting spirit.

In the third game, during the opponent's serve.

Nalbandian played very rationally throughout the game, with each shot flowing seamlessly into the next.

The tactical approach was very clear: pressure Jiang Hong's backhand, move him around, then break through his defense, and then hit deep shots and drop balls.

Even Nalbandian's movement speed has increased significantly.

After the two sides were locked in a stalemate at the baseline, Nalbandian suddenly changed his approach.

The wrist suddenly snaps inward, changing the angle of the racket face from "open" to "closed".

The tennis ball, flying diagonally, remained on his card for only 0.1 seconds.

Suddenly the trajectory changed direction, and after landing, it quickly rushed towards Jiang Hong's open forehand position.

After Jiang Hong hit the ball, his body leaned to the right.

Jiang Hong's sudden change of tactics was somewhat surprising, but he still relied on his powerful core strength.

He forcefully pulled his body back, swung his forehand, and hit a deep shot to the baseline.

Nalbandian, at that moment, seemed as calm as a robot.

Suddenly, with a backhand slice, the tennis ball flew fast and straight towards Jiang Hong's backhand corner.

This time, however, Jiang Hong was unable to return to defend.

2: 1.

Nalbandian successfully held serve.

Jiang Hong sat on a bench in the rest area and wiped the sweat from his face.

Trailing in the score, Nalbandian once again entered his unpredictable mode.

His overall performance was far superior to that of the first and second sets.

Under normal circumstances, he would not have been able to achieve the remarkable feat of winning the championship by defeating three opponents in a row.

Jiang Hong raised his head and looked at Nalbandian across from him.

"If you want to turn things around, you'll have to see if I agree!"

In an instant, Jiang Hong crushed the sports drink bottle.

Both sides had very serious expressions on their faces, and they were already getting heated.

Neither physical fitness nor the upcoming matches are being considered anymore.

The match became even more intense in the following minutes, with Jiang Hong attacking using his serves, speed, and solid forehand and backhand attacks.

Nalbandian, on the other hand, scored by utilizing his well-prepared tactical reserves, solid baseline skills, and dual-handed backhand ability.

Although Jiang Hong broke serve, every ball was extremely difficult to hit.

Whether it's Jiang Hong's serve or Nalbandian's.

Nearly an hour later, both of them were panting heavily.

We've reached the 8th game, with the score at 4-3.

Jiang Hong's serve, 30-40!

That's right, Nalbandian got a break point.

Jiang Hong tossed the tennis ball into the air, her body twisting like a fully drawn bow.

The racket whistled through the air as it swung out, the tennis ball flying like a cannonball.

After smashing the ball into the inside corner of the service court, he quickly rushed towards Nalbandian's backhand side.

"212 kilometers!"

The spectators in the stands gasped in surprise when they saw the speedometer displaying Jiang Hong's serve speed.

After all, the two had already fought for three sets, more than two and a half hours.

But unexpectedly, Jiang Hong still had the stamina to deliver such a powerful serve.

For a professional player, a ball speed of 200 kilometers per hour is not difficult to achieve.

The difficulty of high-speed serves lies in controlling the landing point of the serve.

Jiang Hong possesses the ability to perfectly control the landing point.

This time, Nalbandian did not choose to go with the flow, but instead opted for a direct counterattack.

He took a step diagonally towards the tennis ball, and with both hands holding the racket in a reverse grip, he slammed the ball into the net.

After moving at high speed, Jiang Hong immediately delivered a forehand flat shot, hitting the ball into the opponent's backhand open space.

Nalbandian immediately used his strong tactical thinking to start moving ahead of time, making up for his disadvantage of not being as fast as Jiang Hong.

Faced with Jiang Hong's return shot, he immediately opted for a double backhand smash, hitting a short diagonal line.

After running, Jiang Hong thought for a moment, then suddenly lowered his wrist, rotated it inward with lightning speed, and gracefully sent out a small ball.

After the tennis ball flies over the net, it falls rapidly.

Nalbandian didn't expect Jiang Hong to suddenly drop the ball, so he could only sprint to the net and barely manage to save it.

Jiang Hong had already appeared at the net early on, and everyone thought that Jiang Hong would choose to intercept.

Even Nalbandian, who had already assumed a horse stance and was preparing to intercept, was present.

Jiang Hong suddenly changed the angle of his racket and flicked the ball gently.

A high lob shot headed straight for the baseline behind Nalbandian.

After the tennis ball landed, it flew high into the air and crashed onto the billboard.

"40:40!"

Both sides are back on equal footing.

Jiang Hong returned to the baseline and, instead of lingering, immediately served.

Toss the ball, push off the ground, swing the racket, and hit the ball!
In an instant, a flat serve, traveling at 200 kilometers per hour, slammed into Nalbandian's service court.

Ace!
With a straight serve, Jiang Hong gained control of her service game.

AD: 40.

He looked up and glanced at Nalbandian's position opposite him.

He took a deep breath and then tossed the tennis ball into the air!
Jiang Hong originally drew his racket back from behind, but in an instant, he suddenly changed direction.

Suddenly, he sliced ​​from the upper right to the lower left, flicked his wrist, and the racket completely enveloped the tennis ball.

"Side spin serve!"

Nalbandian originally thought Jiang Hong would serve with a flat shot, but unexpectedly, he suddenly changed his hitting technique halfway through the game.

Left with no other choice, he quickly changed direction and took a step forward.

The tennis ball traced a strange "S" shape in the air, grazing the center line and hitting Nalbandian's service court.

In the instant of the bounce, it flew sideways towards Zone 1.

Nalbandian quickly took two steps to the side, following the trajectory of the tennis ball, and swished the ball diagonally.

Jiang Hong stood still, made a slight adjustment, and then immediately tapped the ball into the middle.

After a few exchanges, Jiang Hong suddenly unleashed a forehand smash, sending the ball into Nalbandian's backhand corner.

Instantly, the audience in the stands craned their necks and widened their eyes, clutching their support banners tightly in their hands.

With a hissing sound, Nalbandian appeared behind the landing point of the tennis ball.

"I'm not going to be defeated so easily!"

He spun his left toe on the ground, using the force of the rotation to turn around, his arm muscles tensed, and the veins were even visible.

He directly unleashed his signature technique with a two-handed backhand.

He sent the ball directly into Jiang Hong's midfield position.

"Nalbandian truly lives up to his reputation as a clay-court player; his sliding technique is incredibly refined!"

"That backhand attack was very well executed, not giving Jiang Hong many opportunities to attack."

Seeing this scene, Zhang Sheng couldn't help but sigh.

Jiang Hong's eyes gleamed with excitement. He moved quickly, met the high point of the rebound, and used his forearm to generate power.

The tennis ball grazed the sideline and smashed directly into Nalbandian's open right side.

"Are you going to win?"

Zhang Sheng's eyes were fixed on the tennis ball, and he had already left his seat.

Just then, Nalbandian suddenly came back into view.

When he suddenly stopped and changed direction by touching the ground with his left toes and lowering his center of gravity, his knee almost touched the ground, creating a narrow angle.

He gripped the tennis ball tightly with his backhand, twisted his wrist at an extreme angle, and smashed the ball toward Jiang Hong's open forehand side.

"Dengdengdeng!"

There was a sound of footsteps.

"Jiang Hong appeared in front of the net..."

Before Zhang Sheng could finish speaking, Jiang Hong suddenly countered with a downward strike, intercepting the attack in mid-air!
He smashed the ball directly into the corner of the net.

Nalbandian rushed towards the tennis ball, but it was too far away...

Suddenly, I tripped and slipped.

They could only watch helplessly as the tennis ball flew out of bounds.

"IN!"

The linesman declares the ball in play, and scores!

The score came to 5:3.

At this moment, Nalbandian's frustration completely erupted. Without getting up, he knelt on the ground and swung his racket overhead, smashing it to the ground.

Instantly, the racket frame deformed violently, and the net cable snapped.

Nalbandian received a warning from the referee.

After switching rackets and returning to the court, Nalbandian became more impatient, committing a double fault and making an absurd unforced error.

40: 0!

The final point in a normal match.

However, Jiang Hong did not relax; victory was not yet achieved!

Nalbandian tossed the ball up, and in an instant, the tennis ball flew at a speed of 190 kilometers per hour straight towards the inside corner of Jiang Hong's service court.

At that moment, the entire stadium seemed to have been muted.

The only sound was the rustling of Jiang Hong's footsteps on the ground as he ran, stopped abruptly, and turned around.

It flowed smoothly, without the slightest pause.

His knees were slightly bent, like a spring ready to spring.

"coming!"

In an instant, Jiang Hong twisted his body, using his forearm to drive his wrist, and unleashed a powerful strike with his forehand.

The tennis ball struck the sweet spot of the racket directly, and with a loud "thud," it flew like a missile, precisely embedding itself in Nalbandian's forehand corner.
"Return ACE!"

Jiang Hong ended the match with a straight return!

"Won!"

He raised his racket high and shouted loudly.

(End of this chapter)