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"Fifteen All" (15:15).
Ivanovich and Jinhee went all the way.
The set score up to 4 sets was 2: 2 and the last 5 sets were 4: 4. The five sets were to keep playing one game and to break one game.
"헉헉."
The game was already running for two hours, well over two hours ago.
Even though it was the final, it was a huge difference compared to Young-seok's game, which took an hour or more. As the game's lengthened, Ivanovich and Jinhee both lost their stamina.
'Because I couldn't get out, my rotten mouth vibrates, and my saliva can't spit or be hard to swallow. That's it. If I had run, I would have run. Standing or walking would be hell. The cervical spine and spine will be injured because they want to bend forward, and it's best to stop it desperately. '
Young-suk abandoned his personal feelings and calmly confirmed the condition of the two players.
However, the cold sweat naturally flows behind my back. Yeong-seok did not even realize that he was sweating and continued his concentration.
'When you look at the thighs ··· color and stiffness, Jin-hee is still at the top of her body. The problem is endurance and breath control. ······ '
Jin-hee's face was slightly purple, indicating the lack of oxygen. On the contrary, Ivanovich did not change much on his face.
'Health is Ivanović, body will be harder to win.'
It was a short break of just ten seconds after the end of the point.
Closing his eyes and looking for memories that will help the game, Jinhee's eyelids shook violently was caught in Young's sight. This distance seems insignificant, but Young-seok's concentration was higher than he had played.
"······."
Jin-hee, who opened her eyes to find the memory, turned her head toward Young-seok in the stands. Jin-hee's attempt to find Yeong-seok quickly achieved her purpose because she remembered the location of Yeong-seok.
"······ ??"
Jin-hee, looking at Yeong-seok for a while, smiled at her face and suddenly kissed her finger and pointed to him. And flushed face.
"Huh, yes."
What do you think during the game, Yeong-seok laughed silly but felt something crying in his heart. Not even knowing tears in her eyes. Emotions that could not be described wandered around Yeong-seok's mind like a tsunami. Jin-hee's actions came to Yeong-seok so much.
Yeong-suk made the same movements as Jin-hee with the beat. Kiss your finger and point your finger at Jinhee. Jinhee laughed like a naughty boy. It was a cute smile with eyes and mouth drawing a crescent moon.
Then he turned and stared at Ivanovich. It was as if when was the face full of serious signs. The complexion that began to turn purple was a little pinkish.
"······ !!"
Yeong-seok, who watched the process intact, became cool in surprise. The emotions that roamed Yeong-seok in vain have evaporated quickly.
'No matter how much the memory of a person dominates the body, was it possible at that age, at that moment? So ... Jin-hee's true talent is mental, not touch. Mental to tune the body in extreme conditions. '
Youngsuk knows how great it is.
It's Yeong-seok himself, but he's the type of player who crushes his opponents without feeling overwhelmed with mental skills. Can be. It's a piece of paper that can't be overcome forever.
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Jin-seok breaks Ivanovic's subgame to see if Yeong-seok's analysis is correct.
"······."
It would be normal to cheer, but Jinhee carefully selected the ball from the Ball Boy, refraining from unnecessary movement as if he wanted to save the power. Jin-hee, who picked two out of three and puts one in his pocket and one in his hand, slightly throws it into the air.
Now Jin-hee's sub game.
If you keep only this game (meaning a game with a sub-right), it is a long-awaited victory.
Goo.
Everything, such as people, the atmosphere, and the creatures, all held their breaths and vomited into silence and tension.
The overwhelming silence produced strange noises.
"Houe !!"
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"That sub is ······ !!!"
Yeong-seok was already surprised by his third game.
Jin-hee's body is floating. It was about 10 to 15 centimeters high, but not as high as Yeong-seok.
Although his parents looked suspiciously at Ahn's astonishment, he couldn't wake up.
'When did you see and learn that again?'
Jin-hee, who watched a practice game with Safin, secretly practiced.
Jin-hee's creepy heart that took the secret weapon out of this moment surprised him. This is because Yeong-seok is in charge with himself.
'You've won ······.'
Ivanovich, who had barely dragged his body in extreme conditions, was amazed at Jinhee's new serve and failed to respond. The speed of the sub stamped on the display was 185 km / h.
"City Love."
"Forty Love."
The three sub aces in the last game, the faces of most of the audience, turned red.
There is a cheer for the bursting. Sun Hee Jin prepared for the ad court. And finally ...
"Stown!"
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"Ace, game set, and match. One by Kim Jin-hee. Two Six, Six Three, Six Four, Three Six, Six Four. "
"Wow!
Jin Hee lay down on the court as soon as he decided to win.
The cheering crowd shook the court as it vibrated.
The camera caught up with Jin-hee, who was gasping for a while, and Jin-hee grinned as she drew a V-shaped toward the camera.
Pairing. ······.
Applause coming out of the stands did not know.
It was a sensation from the more amazing and more excited crowd because the match was likely to come from the junior division, likely from the major singles.
widely.
Jin-hee raised her body with her racket and raised her hands up in response.
Then I walked to the front of the net. Ivanović barely stood on the net with a white face.
The two women made eye contact for a while and hugged each other. And we talked for a while. Youngseok had no idea what they were talking about. Jinhee is just weird.
"Gosh!! My daughter is ...
Jin-hee's parents, who gathered their hands together and prayed and watched the game with Young-suk's parents, began to stumble in a chair.
"Honey, honey. My daughter won! "
Jin-hee's father shed tears as she hugged Jin-hee's mother who was crying.
Young-suk's parents rejoiced together with Jin-hee's parents. Yeong-ae also fell in love without looking at Jinhee without hiding her red eyes.
'Because both of you are outside tennis, how much can you expect Jin-hee to win the tournament with this audience?'
Yeong-seok stared at Jin-hee's parents with warm eyes. Unlike Young-suk himself, Jin-hee started playing tennis as a hobby and began to play as a player without much burden. With no track record, he continued his career as a player and went back and forth between the United States and Korea. Yeong-seok was able to understand how he felt as a parent watching and cheering.
'Jang Jang, Jin-hee.'
Jin-hee's victory is many times more impressive than his own.
***
The junior division is all over and the singles finals remain.
It is the final of Safin and Sampras.
Waku Waku ······.
The game I saw countless times, but the tension was new.
Young-seok's heart sitting in the stands was beating his neck. I added tension to tension.
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Sampras and Safin were relaxing with each other, exchanging balls.
Two legends, or, to be exact, one Absolute and one Challenger, continued to pound Yeong-seok.
'I want to play right now.'
He had played the final game a while ago, but it had nothing to do with it.
I just want to get in the court and try to play.
'When can I compete with them?'
Even if you turn right into a pro, you'll think it'll take a year to boost your rankings.
"Who do you think will win?"
Asked Jinhee, sitting next to Yeong-seok, hugging her arm.
Young-seok, who was cute while waiting for the match, gleamed his eyes, even though his face was half in the wake of the final.
"Will we bet?"
"bet?"
"Huh. Who wins? "
Jin- hee thought for a moment and opened her eyes and said.
"I think you'll win… Hmm. What are you going to do? "
"Well, it's just fun to win and lose. I don't think about anything. "
"Chi, then it's not a bet. Let's have a meal. I'm Sampras. "
Jinhee spit out as quickly as she cut her tongue. It was an attempt to raise Yeong-seok, but Yeong-seok replied that it was good.
"I tried to get Sapin anyway. Let's hang dessert with one meal. No, let's pay the entire date for that day. "
"Who will come like that?"
The dark distressed Jin-hee looked at the winner's eyes and sang Yeong-seok.
"I get a date bill and one more wish."
"Wish right? Huh, it's a lot. How dare you fight against me? "
The match began while the two were playing some pranks. The final of the century on the lime green coat began.
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The rumbling subsided and a strange ringing filled the stands.
Plump.
Yeong-seok, who was blinded by Sampras' racket preparing to serve, fell into memory.
'Kya, the pro staff ... 90sq. No, was it 85sq? That racket is so named. ······ '
sq is the width of the racket face.
85sq to 90sq is quite small, and in the 2000s, only a few players, including Federer, insisted on 90sq. . If sq is low, the concentration of force is much better, but it becomes more difficult to handle the ball.
"······."
Jinhee was also nervous, holding Yeongseok's arms tight.
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Is this the sound of a cannon?
Sampras's serve was very heavy and fast.
'218 or so.'
Yeong-seok, who looked at the serve, roughly guessed the speed.
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Safin has been able to raise his concentration to the highest level since the beginning, but it was not difficult.
'You can do that, but not in my matches.'
Lightly grumbled, Young-suk continued to watch the exciting game.