Chapter 11.2 - Bradenton Open

"You can practice on court 10."

A middle-aged woman greets Yeong-seok and Jin-hee at the reception.

Yeong-seok and Jin-hee answered that they knew, and went to Court 10.

"What do you think… The atmosphere is quite loose. "

Jinhee mumbled from the side.

As Jinhee said, the area around the court was quiet and relaxed.

The street vendors opened their seats, sold food, and visited the family. I spread out all over the place and made noises.

"I think it's a kind of event or festival for the local people."

After Yeong-seok's answer, the two arrived at Court 10.

The air was suddenly heavy, as the city of Bradenton itself was divided into two sections.

But regardless, the two made simple stretches, entered the court, and started with minigames.

Minigames are meant to loosen and move lightly using only half of the court.

After 5 minutes of relaxation, they stepped back to the baseline and gave up their forehand and backhand rally. As Choi Young-tae said, the body was exhausted and the timing began to accelerate.

pop!!

pop!!

The rally got faster pace and it became furious like a match.

However, Yeong-seok and Jin-hee continued the rally for more than five minutes without any sign of difficulty.

It wasn't a match, so I didn't focus on the course, so I didn't have to jump around.

Participants, who had loosened themselves in a similar way around, glanced at Court 10.

Usually, men are men and women are women, but the practice of hybrids was very noticeable.

"휙!"

I heard a whistle somewhere.

No matter how practiced, but the endless rally someone admired.

The rally has changed with Young-seok.

pop!!

When Young Suk lobbed, Jinhee put a smash lightly like a catch ball, and repeated the smash again. Jin-hee, who smashed the smash about 10 times, gave Yeongseok a robe. Young Suk also smashed her shoulders.

"after… It's going to be a fight soon. '

Yeong-seok grabbed the ball and approached the net, talking to Jin-hee. Jin-hee nodded and walked around the net to Yeong-seok's court. The two went to the bench, cleaned their bags, and watched the players.

"I knew it… Everyone is good at it. Is not it?"

"I don't think there's a girl who's better than you?"

Is it trying to increase the morale of Jin-hee? Stroking the head of Jin-hee did not miss.

"You speak well… … . "

Jinhee replied, enjoying the touch of Yeong-seok like a cat.

-Let's start the game. Players are encouraged to go to their assigned court.

At that time, the speaker announced the start of the game, and Young-suk and Jin-hee encouraged each other after making eye contact.

"Good night."

"Huh."

***

"The first round of the Bradenton Open, three matches. The fight between Young-seok Lee and Jason Mayer begins. "

When Yeong-seok's name was mentioned on the speaker, Young-suk got up in the air after seeing the sky for a while. It was a light movement without feeling the burden.

"Youngseok is fighting !!!"

It was not a good facility such as a terraced seat, so the crowd cheered the players around the court. Young Suk turned to the direction of his mother's voice. Before the game, the concentration of concentration is increased, and the facial muscles and the cold sweat of the parents who smile at Yeong-seok are clearly visible. However, Yeong-seok smiled refreshingly as if trying to blow the burden and entered the court.

'The game is always nervous, but ... I'm not nervous today. '

The tingling was slightly friable, and a little bit of intention was felt. And when the thighs felt dull, Young-Suk tapped the thigh with a racket. This tension is a positive sign.

Although he was married to Choi Young-tae, through many years of experience, Young-seok already knows how to deal with tension.

'At that time I was not nervous but worried. … . '

While shaking his head, Yeong-seok stared at his opponent.

It was difficult to guess the age of being a Westerner, but he would not be a seasoned or experienced player as he participated in Futures.

'Jason Mayer? I haven't heard it. '

As Yeong-seok was a tennis player in his previous life, he was memorizing at least the top 50 players. There was no name for this player there.

'However, few players remembered except for Roger Federer, Rafael Nadal, Novak Djokovic and Andy Murray. It's no use to remember. '

Then four balls came into the court. It's a game.

Yeong-seok naturally performed the sub exercises twice in Duscot and twice in the adcot.

The opponent naturally returned with a racket swing. It is an extension of the practice that he did with Jinhee by lightly relaxing before the game.

When Young-suk's sub-practice was over, Young-seok handed over four balls. This is because the other party also has to serve.

'Five… … ! '

Yeong-seok was impressed when he saw the opponent receiving the ball with the racket.

I've been doing it since I was young. This can also be seen in the trivial operation of handling a racket. For example, when you get a ball with a racket, the ball on the racket sits quietly without any movement, which is evidence of a good ball touch. That means you treat your racket like a palm. Such a so-called racket and lessons are said to have a high affinity. This is a sensation that you must learn to play tennis at least before you turn ten. If you have this, you can wait until the breathtaking moment for the course or the ball.

'You're not in a form, it's this… … . '

When the opponent's serve was over, Young-seok, his opponent, and the referee gathered on the net.

Close up, Jason Mayer looked quite young before and after the age of twenty.

"Head or Tail?"

The judge asked, cutting the thoughts of Young-seok.

Yeong-seok replied coldly.

"Head."

The referee looked at the opponent. You are asked silently.

The opponent nodded and the referee threw a coin. Coins fell to the ground on the front.

I mean the sub-volume of Young-seok.

The referee shakes hands with the players and goes to the referee's seat. Young-seok and his opponent also shake hands.

"Let's try our best."

"okay."

The game official threw a ball to Yeong-seok, who gave a dry greeting and stepped back to the baseline. It was four balls that we gave before. Skilledly thrown into the ground, Young-suk picked up two balls and threw them behind the court. One of the two picks is put in a pocket. And I made eye contact with the referee. The referee nodded and opened his mouth.

"Young-seok Lee, service play."

***

'This is the moment.'

This is the tranquility and quietness of the orchestra's conductor when he raised the baton to announce the beginning of the song. Smiled.

A little loose spectators are also focused on this time. This is when the player prepares to serve for the start of the game.

Tuk tuk

Simple sounds spread the waves of tension.

휙

Yeong-seok tossed the ball high, throwing the ball held by his hand to serve the air.

Now you can always close your eyes and toss your ball in the same position.

Flat, sliced, top spin… The positions of the toss are different for each sub, but they can always be the same without any error. Fina is the result of practice.

"Houe !!"

When the tossed ball reaches its optimal position, it squeezes Yeong-seok's mouth and the harsh breath sounds like a moan.

As the energy drawn from the Achilles tendon of the back foot (left foot) passes through the calves and thighs, staying in the pelvis and waist, Young-seok twists himself and swings the head of the racket raised high behind his back. In a moment, he unwinds his twisted body and swings his arm like a whip.

Whirlpool.

Air passes between the rackets' guts and a bizarre sound is heard. Young-Suk's sub-actions are slowly inscribed in everyone's eyes. The timing of releasing the twisted body, the timing of swinging the racket and the ball are crushed by the racket. At the moment of impact, the inner rotation that started from the shoulders becomes huge with the elbows and wrists.

bang!!

At the same time, the body of Yeong-seok, floating in the air at the same time, hits the net as quickly as the asylum.

There is no need to check the ball.

'Returned.'

Your opponent may not have played tennis with the form.

Young-seok's serve is just average. This amount somehow returns.

pop!

Not surprisingly, Yeong-seok's feelings and a certain return returned. However, this blunt return is an easy prey for Yeong-seok, who has already reached the net.

Took.

Pricking open spaces with neat Balinese, Jason Mayer did not respond.

"Fifteen Love (15: 0)!"

When the referee's dry voice rang the coat, the audience admired 'Nice !!'. It's the voice of my life, my parents' voice.

'It's a good start.'

***

"It's okay?"

Lee Hyun-woo and Han Min-ji talk in the audience. Yeong-seok understands the process of getting points.

Beside them, a rich man wearing sunglasses was talking.

"Daddy, Fifteen? What is love?

A child who seems to be about six or six asks innocently.

The first question of tennis is the question of score.

The quickest way to learn is to score points as you compete, but your father responds kindly.

"1 point is fifteen (15), 2 points are thirty (30), 3 points are forty (40), and the first to get 4 points wins."

"15… 30... … . Huh? Why is it 40 rather than 45? "

"It's hard to pronounce. 45: 30 Please pronounce it. "

"Forty Five Thirty!"

The child said it was not difficult at all.

"Well, pronounce 40: 30."

"Forty Thirty."

"Easier?"

"… I think so. … . "

The child did not fully understand, but the father said so nodded first.

"What is your love? Why not zero? "

Lee Hyun-woo and Han Min-ji listened quietly.

They have been writing rituals themselves, but not exactly.

"0 doesn't look like an egg?"

"Well… Huh."

"In France there's an egg called l'oeuf. That changed to English and became a love.

Han Min-ji and Lee Hyun-woo were listening to the man's knowledge, but he was not a child.

"difficult. Not funny."

The three adults laughed bitterly in response to the child.

***

"Forty 30 (40:30), set point."

Yeong-seok walked to the ad court and recalled the score.

'5: Was it 3? You lost three games. '

Jason Mayer wasn't as good as Young Suk expected.

It was the level of players who always played in the right-handed, average American tennis and academy.

'One set didn't have any aces.'

Sub and Forehand, who had to sacrifice a little for their left-handed merits, were elevated after Young-Suk's fleeing effort, but they were just average of their peers. If you've been playing tennis for a similar amount of time, anyone can respond.

'nevertheless… This has never failed today. '

pop!!

As the restraint is not so great, the flat-substrate with extremely high stability is inserted like a machine.

And Yeong-seok ran to the front of the net in a moment as he had done so far.

The eyes of Jason Mayer came into such eyes. For nothing is more miserable than the same law.

bang!!

The bad news Jason Meyer's intense forehand return blew up.

'쳇.'

As soon as the ball squeezed quickly toward the body of Yong-seok, Young-seok spits out annoyed.

Took.

I don't know if there is an incomprehensible touch ability like Jinhee, but I couldn't finish it with the touch sense of Youngseok. Young Suk's volley flew to Jason Mayer as he expected, and Jason Meyer crouched as if to try to repay the shame.

'Too hard to cover the hood… … . '

Yeong-seok focused on his eyes.

I wasn't nervous because I believed it would catch my eye no matter how fast.

However,

'Lob' is a way to get the ball high and slow to hit the baseline of the opponent's court in a tennis match… … ! '

Robes have a defensive lob that strikes deep and high to gain time while avoiding an opponent's attack, and an aggressive lob that stabs the opponent's hump in front of the net to win points or disturb the opponent. In the case of Yeong-seok, he couldn't enter Bali while playing through the sub & Bali strategy, and he was stabbed as much as he expected the intense stroke after seeing the squat Jason Mayer. Jason Mayer ran in front of the net as soon as he launched a robe, calculating that he might catch the ball.

'You look at the baseline even if you look at it. I've never used it before but now I don't know anything else… … . '

For a while, even though embarrassed, Young-Suk turned to follow the ball.

'My legs are the best legs.'

As the spirit jumps, elasticity comes out of the stands.

Young-Suk stopped breathing and poured his body forward at a tremendous speed. Soon after, the first bound ball was placed in front of him, Youngseok locked the ball in his leg and swinged his racket between the crotch with his coat back.

pop!

The ball shot through Young-seok's crotch, with a mild blow, killed Jason Mayer twice.

It was a robe. Jason Mayer, who tried hard to reach the net, stared in vain at the ball rolling behind him.

"Whee profit !!"

"Come on !!!!!"

Yeongseok laughed at the whistle and applause from the audience and the sound of 'Come on!'