roccoschili Chapter 1107 Grinding Federer to Death
Chapter 1107 Grinding Federer to Death
Chapter 1107 Grinding Federer to Death
At 7 am on July 10, the postponed semi-finals will continue.
Li Ba and Federer walked into the center court again and started the third set, which is the final set.
Yesterday's fans entered the stadium again. They seemed to be in a good mood, the attendance rate was still full, and no one was absent.
"I hope there will be a result of this game as soon as possible." Before the opening, Bill, the commentator of Sky TV, said.
Unfortunately, it didn't. The game went on until three o'clock in the afternoon, and after another five hours, it was still deadlocked.
The final set has reached 45:45.
"Let's end it soon, and we have played for ten hours yesterday, we can't stand it anymore!"
A lot of the commentators broadcasting the game were saying similar things.
Wimbledon suspended the game. After some discussion, they decided to ask the audience for their opinions to decide whether the game should continue. If the audience agreed, the game would go directly to the tiebreaker.
"NO! NONONONO..."
How did you know that there were voices of opposition in the center court, and no one supported the suspension of the game.
Although the game is very long, they enjoy the excitement brought by this cruel competition system. The two top players in the world are competing for every ball. The trajectory continues, even if it is tomorrow.
"My God, it seems that the game can still be played, let's continue." Some commentators said disappointedly.
Well, Wimbledon has decided to postpone it for another day, and this semi-final will continue at 11 am on the 10th.
Back at the hotel, Li Ba said to the girl: "I think the U.S. Open, which is a tiebreaker in the final set, is the most suitable for me. I will play the U.S. Open next year. It's too long, and I'm tired of playing."
"Then do you play tennis in the Olympics? The Olympics is also a winning long set?" the girl asked with a smile.
Li Ba was stunned, then quickly shook his head and said, "We play basketball in the Olympics, not tennis."
The next day, the game continued.
This time we played for another two hours, reaching 60:60, and Li Ba's advantages in physical fitness and psychological quality began to appear.
After three days of brutal competition, facing Li Ba's countless service bombings, Federer was unable to withstand the physical and psychological pressure, and finally collapsed.
In the end, Li Ba broke serve and won the semi-finals in the final set with a score of 63:61 and reached the Wimbledon final.
The entire match took 12 hours and 08 minutes and played a total of 150 rounds. It was the longest match in Wimbledon history and the longest tennis match in the world. Li Ba and Federer set a record.
At the same time, Li Ba once again set a world record. In 150 innings, he sent a total of 421 ACE balls.
This is definitely the scariest record that no one can break except him.
"I'd rather play the final with Roger than the Hammer guy. His physical fitness is terrible! I don't want to play a game for more than ten hours at all."
After the game, Roddick, who was watching the game on the spot, said so in an interview with the media.
The exhausted Federer was interviewed by the media, with an expression of disappointment that could not be concealed. He told the media that after such a long game, he still lost the game. It was cruel to him and he was very disappointed with the loss.
"What do you think of the Hammer's 421 ACE balls in a single game?" A reporter asked.
Federer smiled bitterly: "I'm going crazy!"
Li Ba accepted the interview and said: "From a technical point of view, I am far behind Roger. Sorry, I won the victory with my physical fitness."
"Any thoughts on the final?" A reporter asked.
"The champion, of course, is the champion. After this tough semi-final, it is really hard to justify not wanting to win the championship." Li Ba laughed.
"To your final opponent Roddick, he is also known for his powerful serve, do you have anything to say?" A reporter asked.
"His serve is really good, but I know his prime has passed, his world ranking is declining, sixth last year, seventh this year, eighth next year, he may choose to retire the year after, I can handle him serve."
Li Ba said in a teasing tone.
"What does Roddick need to do if he wants to win you?" another reporter asked.
Li Ba was startled, looked at the reporter and said, "Have you interviewed me before?"
The reporter smiled and said: "Yes, I have interviewed many times. I am from ESPN and I am in charge of the NBA. I was temporarily transferred here."
"No wonder."
Li Ba laughed and said, "If Roddick wants to win against me, he can pray to God that it will rain."
"Haha..." The reporters laughed out loud.
"Never thought that the hammer could beat Federer."
"The hammer is indeed made of iron. It beat Federer to death. Didn't Federer feel depressed? Haha!"
"With 421 ACE balls, the hammer's serve is absolutely the best in the world, unprecedented, and the ability to keep serve is unrivaled in the world, and no one can break it."
"Federer is really unlucky to run into the monster of the hammer."
"To win the hammer, it must rain."
"421 ACE balls, my God, the Hammers killed Federer with their serves."
After this match, the whole internet went crazy.
At this time, in Zhang Xueyou's house in Hong Kong City, Luo Meiwei and Luo Meiwei had just watched Li Ba's semi-finals, and said with some emotion: "I didn't expect to see a Chinese enter the men's singles final at Wimbledon. I really didn't expect it."
"You have time these few days and don't want to go to the game?" Luo Meiwei asked.
"I want to, but there must be no tickets now. I should have booked it if I knew it earlier." Zhang Xueyou laughed.
At this moment, his cell phone rang. When he saw it, it was Chen Yixun's.
"Brother Xueyou, are you going to Wimbledon to watch the final?" Chen Yixun yelled over there after connecting.
Like Zhang Xueyou, he is a tennis fan, but Zhang Xueyou's skills are not bad, while he is so-so.
"How do you go? Do you have a ticket? Then give me one, and I will pay for the ticket." Zhang Xueyou said immediately.
"The fight will start soon, how can I have a ticket?" Chen Yixun said.
"Then what nonsense are you talking about?" Zhang Xueyou said.
"Don't worry, I have a solution." Chen Yixun said.
"What way? To buy scalper tickets? The chance is very small." Zhang Xueyou asked.
"Of course not."
"We don't know Tiehammer either. You want to find Xianbei Company? The chances are small, and we don't have much contact with each other. There must be a lot of people asking for tickets. How can they give it to us?"
"No, listen to me, we're looking for Jay Chou, he's familiar with Tie Hammer, there's definitely something for him to do."
"Wow, Yixun, your brain is working." Zhang Xueyou shouted happily.
Back at the hotel, Li Ba applied engine oil to his body, especially his shoulders, one more time.
After serving so many aces, if it were someone else, his shoulder might have been strained long ago, but he won't. His built-in fly swatter is of good quality, and with engine oil, it can be said to never wear out.
(End of this chapter)