Chapter 100.1 - The Championships, Wimbledon # 1

On the afternoon of June 25, 2007, Korea was in a strange air. Monday, which was a long weekend away, was not enough to struggle with fatigue. The shoulders of the workers who have to go to work tomorrow are heavy

The monstrous fever caused them to sit in front of the TV on Monday evening. There were several fires in the chicken house in every neighborhood.

"No, why are there so many orders from Monday evening? Young-shik, look at Hyung-chul, and if it doesn't happen today, come out and get some delivery! "

"Yes, boss! And three more sauces! "

"Take off and post it! Three are plague, there's no room for one! "

The temperature of the chicken house with boiling oil was comparable to the sauna. Surrounded by a towel on his forehead, Albansa and his president made fun of their hands without having to wipe away the sweat on their noses. Orders that started running 2 hours ago are off work

It was even more riding. Would you like to deliver it to Alba Saints, today's day off?

'What, there won't be much to see this evening?'

I've been president of a chicken restaurant for seven years. If you've eaten this much, you'll be able to guess why based on a lot of orders. By looking at the details of the sport and the game, I could guess the order quantity.

But not as much as today. He knows nothing to see, whether it's soccer or baseball, but it's hard to find a reason unless the runaway of this order is the same.

He could not get an awesome answer. He shook his wrists just because his wrists would break, without knowing that the answer came from a sports channel he had inadvertently played.

Perhaps even if he was interested in TV, he would not know. For him, tennis was just a sport that young middle-aged people enjoyed.

But that was gradually changing. The achievement of the collaboration between MBS and NK Group, and the local relay of the Wimbledon Championships, were well received. In the case of football, the Premier League is more attractive than the K-League.

As it is, Wimbledon, boasting the highest authority, was not short of attracting viewers.

And as soon as the clock was exactly at 7 o'clock, two men appeared on the MBS Sports Channel.

-We will send directly from the mainland, London! This is Park Sung-jin, a commentator dedicated to your tennis broadcast!

-I didn't know Wimbledon would greet you like this. Nice to meet you, Yoon Ki-chan.

The two-narrator's greetings, which exceeded nine hours of time, welcomed the viewers. I've been in charge of the Grand Slam before, but I haven't had any experiences with it. Cost was also a cost, but because the balance was not right.

Just a few years ago, very few people were interested in tennis. Without Han Woo-jin, Choi Yeon-hyuk, and NK Group's achievements, the situation might not have come.

-In addition, we have a very special guest today. Many people don't know their faces, but I can't discuss Korean tennis without him. Aren't you, Yoon?

-Yes. This is how Wimbledon was relayed.

-I'll introduce you right away. Please come in!

Two commentators who properly completed the role of swindler turned up the sound in one direction.

Then a middle-aged man emerged from the corner of the monitor. For some reason, his ugly face and properly dressed clothes seemed to show his nature. Sang-sik, sitting on a chair allocated for his share, bowed his head.

-Hello. It is called the award ceremony of the NK ship carrier.

The two directors, Han Woo-jin and Choi Yeon-hyuk, belonged to NK Sun Sudan. The manager who has developed two new talents that are the peak of Korean tennis! Unfamiliar

The crab was an introduction that could not be misunderstood even if it sounds like that.

The three briefly greeted them immediately. Hanwoojin's game was caught first, so he couldn't afford to share the editorial. As long as it is their role to inspire viewers before the game begins,

There is no time left to sleep with.

-First, let's find out the opponents of Han Woo-jin. This is Jonas Calleri from Sweden. It is twenty-nine years this year, and it is veteran ten years debut this year.

-ATP ranking 87th ... The ranking dropped a lot due to frequent injuries and mistakes since last year. But in 2004, he won the Masters League runner-up. I'm not the only one who's looking at the rankings right now.

The professional game is always a series of uncertainties. The Emperor and the Big Four were also often caught in unfamiliar sewers. Players realize from their bitter experience that skill differences do not lead to victory or loss.

It becomes. The two commentators were deeply concerned that Hanwoojin would overlook that.

But the former coach laughed inside. The snarl-like guy disregards someone, so it couldn't be too much to know about Hanwoojin.

If you put up the enemy now it was time to praise the allies. The two commentators, who threatened to portray Jonas, quickly turned around. Is there anyone nearby who knows Hanwoojin's recent work in detail? Direction of arrowhead

Was obvious.

-Former coach, I heard rumors that Han Woo-jin has been out of the team recently. Is it true?

Yes, it is true.

Is it true that you played Roland Garros and trained hard for Wimbledon?

-I spent seven or eight hours a day on the court. If you think about Woojin, you won't match well.

Commentators made a subtle expression for a moment. I thought the director's words were too exaggerated.

How different would it really be if a professional player practiced over a month? No matter how hard I add talent to my efforts, it's hard to get past the walls of reality, and human beings are hard to change in such a short time.

Yet they cleverly responded. I thought there was no reason to hesitate to think that it was a broadcast.

-Then you can expect today's victory. Oh! Hanwoojin is coming up on the court.

-From now on, I will be with you in voice. Camera, please return!

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The air is heavy

It was the impression of Han Woo Jin on Wimbledon's court. Does authority act as a pressure? Despite the fact that it wasn't a center coat, the number of spectators was small, but the weight on his two shoulders was the equivalent of Roland Garros.

It was June. Even the texture of the grass swaying under the shoes was unfamiliar.

'Where is Wimbledon?'

In his past life, he has been here in just two years, who has not left Korea for more than 10 years. Indeed, it was a great development. The dream that seemed far away was approached in front of my eyes, and the reality was blurred.

The sharp voice of the referee held him to reality. Grabbing a racket that felt light like a feather, Han Woo-jin turned her gaze to the front.

"Ujin Han on my right! Jonas Calleri on my left! "

A man with dark brown hair and skinny body was looking over there. I was impressed with the cold eyes that I could not see any interest in the other. At twenty-nine, Jonas went downhill after his prime.

Oh, this Wimbledon must have been a rare opportunity.

However, Hanwoojin's eyes are so cold. As long as you are on the stage as a pro, you are the only player who decides whether you win or lose. I'm going to go to a documentary to find out who's worse.

It's better to take a picture.

'Besides, now I don't feel like I'll lose anybody.'

It wasn't just unfounded confidence. The harsh training of the past month completely corrected his imbalance. Not only has the precision of technology increased, but the basic movement has elaborated differently than before. Hanwoojin is me

I thought of his status window without knowing it again and again.

[Hanwoojin]

Strength 71 + 2 / Health 69 / Agility 69

HP 2730/2760 SP 1180/1180

Forehand: 18/20

Backhand: 15/20

Serve: 19/20

Volley: 19/20

Smash: 16/20

Dropshot: 17/20

Lob: 14/20

Special Skills: Stinger (Serve / Stage 2), Slug (Smash), Storming (Volley)

There was no monster.

Han Woo-jin's evaluation, which looked at his status window with objective eyes, was like that. The total skill level was beyond anyone except Roger, and the sum of the stats was now even ahead of Radall. Win or lose by numbers

In my opinion, I could dare to win.

Peeing!

When Han Woo-jin was last looking at his status window, the referee who confirmed the preparation of the two players bounced the coin. Coins appeared in front of the two players who chose their front and back sides.

'Well, there are times like this.'

He shrugged without regret. Unfortunately for him who chose the front, the coin revealed was heading back.

"Calleri to Serve! Player Ready! "

Han Woo-jin and Jonas shook their heads without saying hello.

Originally, he is not personally approaching a person who does not intend to be friendly. The ideal of winning anyway is anyone who encounters it. Everyone can't break up with a smile. Sometimes cool

Throat to hit the neck was to be equipped with a professional.

Soon after both players settled down, the referee standing under the parasol announced the game in a loud voice.

"Love All (0: 0)! Play! "

At the same time the ball soared. Stitching with a start signal is a tactic common among seasoned players.

But seemingly, it wasn't enough to be eaten by Han Woo-jin, who had been wearing the coat for over 10 years.

Paaang!

Sharp rather than fast When the sub hits like a whip with his long arm, he draws a veil-like straight line. The ball smashed into the grass and chopped up the grass and raised his head straight away. Slower than other grass courts, but hard

The bound was cheap enough for Ray's.

'Here it is.'

It wasn't enough.

Paa Aang!

At the fingertips of Han Woo-jin, who slipped on smooth grass, the racket drew an arc.

A stroke that cuts out the side before the bouncing ball even sinks. The racket, which had been skewed at an angle, didn't stop the serve from rotating, so I turned in the reverse direction. Contrary to the stiff racket, the bouncing ball gently floated in the air.

"Love Fifteen (0: 15)!"

Jonas' wrinkled eyes were astonished.

Are you sure you're going to hit the flat serve with a drop shot with all your power? Moreover, this is not something you can achieve by simply honing your skills!

The flat serve, which snaps onto the grass court, bounces off into a fast and cluttered track. In order to cut it off without dropping it, it needed reflexes that could react to the moment, and precise techniques that could not tolerate a single shake.

'··· Okay, I was able to use it in practice.'

On the contrary, Hanwoojin's face sank calmly. The achievement achieved through practice had no way of measuring practicality without going through practice. He was able to gain confidence in the skills he had built up by exchanging a number earlier. There could not have been a standard beyond the pros in Grand Slam.

Han Woo-jin, who summed up his thoughts soon, murmured toward the court opposite the news.

"What are you so stupid?"

I was so excited that I couldn't beat the beat. As he glanced at Jonas, who had just been enslaved by his return ace, his lean lips spewed a grievous voice.

"next."