Paa Aang!
The Stinger, struck with wholehearted power, was just like a missile. The racket, which was able to handle enormous power for a moment, creaked from Hanwoojin's grip. Subsequently, the shoe soles, which had been carried forward with weight, lacked enough grass to cut out some of the ground.
Hanwoojin's body, which weighs about 70kg, is spinning like a spinning top.
At the same time, the ball, which had escaped from his fingertips, proceeded to a terrible momentum, and by the time he approached the net, he finally surpassed Fernando's vision. Even the world's sixth-largest reflexes can overwhelm! That was the level of the stinger that Hanwoojin hit with all his strength.
'Clothes… Mara!'
However, Fernando's feet crushed the grass and bounced his sturdy body forward. The ball was invisible and invisible at all. Only the determination to be defeated like this was filling the inside of Fernando. I didn't come all the way to the end of the semi-finals.
And even if the ball disappeared from view, there were many ways to deal with it.
Fernando's eyes sprinted in front, back, left, and right. Although Hanwoojin's restraint exceeded his vision, his speed could not be maintained from start to finish. As long as the driving force is finite, the restraint of the serve is inevitably falling.
Not surprisingly, Fernando's eyes were pushed into the service court and the ball was just starting to descend.
'There you are!'
Even Fernando, who had a thick fine bone, had no time to fix his posture in the present situation. Somehow it was urgent to pass the net. He managed to stop his body trying to lean forward, and swung his racket in his instinct for nearly 20 years.
At that time, Fernando Garcia had a hard-to-be-believable sight.
The ball barely got into the racket edge. Twist like a loach.
The grass-green ball, which bounced hard on the grass, ran through the air, leaving only a blurry afterimage. Past Fernando's flanked eyes, the ball twisted his head in the corner of the court, drawing a strangely twisted parabola.
With the movement of the two players, all the sounds of Wimbledon Stadium disappeared.
"… Game Set! Match won by Ujin Han! "
However, the voice of a referee, who seemed to be yelling, shattered the silence of the stadium. The two men's final fights were so irritating that the referee's face shouted out with water. The audiences who started to get up and cheered were also red. Hanwoojin's name rang out at the stadium that became one with excitement.
Ujin Han! Ujin Han! Ujin Han!
Even this excessive response had its own reasons. Similarly, despite the excitement of trembling, the two commentators did not forget their duties. The voice of Park Sung-jin, a commentator with a raised tone, flowed through the CRT.
-After 4 close battles, our Han Woo-jin finally advances to the finals! Who knew that! A young man who started in Korea without a name will be here today. And who would have believed! The Wimbledon victory he had in his mouth a few months ago!
-Can you hear the stadium's enthusiastic cheering with Hanwoojin's name? The British audience, who always handed out championships to other players, is cheering for the emergence of a powerful underdog!
If Han Woo-jin and other players such as Jokovic and Radall took his place, it would not have been possible to draw such cheers.
The Wimbledon Championships are a historic tennis tournament in England, but no British winner has appeared since 1936. Audiences, who were hoping to give Pedro or Radal a cup, were also satisfied with the sudden appearance of Han Woo-jin.
Also, at this moment, Han Woo-jin completely cast the shadow of Choi Yeon-hyuk, who was inside of him. It was time to face the wall of the emperor, who could not even go beyond it. By the way, Radal couldn't be up in the afternoon semifinals. Honestly, it was hard for Han Woo-jin to control his victory.
Han Woo-jin, who was thinking about it, raised his head to see Fernando approaching with a firm face on the other side. A man who survived this competition with the same goal. Even if defeated, respect could not be removed from him.
"… … . "
The two men face to face over a piece of net, holding each other's hands firmly. I didn't need a horse, my trembling hands, my wacky eyes, and just after the end of a fierce competition, my languid grip had replaced the hundred words of eloquence.
How long it had been, Fernando left the hand he had grabbed and left the court with a still strong step. His dismissal, even as he was confident, plunged in appreciation.
'Thank you.'
Do not bow your head. The winner should not drop his head lightly. So Han Woo-jin closed his eyes instead. It was his courtesy to a senior who showed respectable play as a pro of love.
If you live in a court with a net and a line, you may meet again someday.
Somewhere in a cold mood, Han Woo-jin gave applause from all sides.
Han Woo-jin, who finished the game a little over two o'clock, returned to the hostel after the flashing baptism of reporters who had poured out incomparably. It wasn't simply because it was annoying to deal with them. That's because he needs to return as much as he can to finish the final tomorrow. Of course, if the opponent is either Roger Pedro or Napael Radal, it goes without saying.
In addition, the semi-final match with Fernando caused more physical and mental exhaustion than ever before. Han Woo-jin, who finished her yogi with a simple diet, fell into a deep intestine as if she died on the bed. Had it been a while, would the quilt lying down suck like a swamp?
Hanwoojin's sleep was deep, but not long. After five hours of sleep, he woke up again after the sun fell outside the window. As soon as I woke up, the Salping Wall Clock was pointing at 9 pm.
'… You'll have a decision by now. '
Pulling his legs out of bed, he rolled his head in a standing position while drowsiness was lifted. My head, which was blurry, quickly removes the fog.
Pedro and Radall's quarterfinals would have opened by no later than 3:00. Emperor and King, it is hard to cover the game, but six hours was enough time to make a final decision.
Even if the decision so far so far, nothing bad for Hanwoojin. It will mean that the consumption of two people who will face each other in the finals is enormous.
Han Woo-jin, who drove away from sleepiness by washing his face lightly, picked up his bedside cell phone. It was to ask Shin Se-yeon the outcome of the game.
The sound of a beep ringing and fading several times. Soon after, a familiar voice returned from the phone.
[Oh, Woojin? woke up?]
"Just. Where is Seyeon right now, aren't you at the stadium yet? "
Somehow, the sound coming from over the cell phone was disturbing, so he asked. However, it is true that the words catch people.
[That's the way it is. The game is just over. I will only go back now.]
The voice I heard was accompanied by a deep feeling of fatigue that was not like her. After watching Hanwoojin's game, he watched the next game for six hours. Unless the body was made of steel, I had to feel tired.
Han Woo-jin, who could not promptly answer, shut up. But he could not realize the intention he called. She gave the result of the second round of the semi-finals.
[Ross Pedro won by set score 3-2.]
Did it happen after all? Han Woo-jin accepted the outcome Shin Se-yeon delivered with a stately face. I knew it would be this for some reason. His presence may have supported Radal stronger, but it would not have been enough to cross the wall of the emperor. It was rather amazing to have left six hours.
I still wanted to hear. I wanted to find a friend to fill up my lack of determination, and to know my friend's performance in front of the hard-to-receive enemy while making a promise that was difficult to keep.
"Napa… How was it? "
[It was great.]
Shin Se-yeon did not hesitate to say anything. Napael Radal was awesome, and her voice overlooked the end of the game.
[I fell and didn't give up, I didn't stop my feet for five sets. Pedro's breath was getting rougher when he hits the ball in place?]
"Did you?"
[Yeah. All five sets went on. Tie break only three times. The longest tiebreaker ever ended at 17 points.]
There was a tie-break three times to dry the blood of both players in one shot, and it was dragged to 17 points. It was hard to see how fierce the two love games were by the flow of the score alone.
What happened to Radall's face when he was so fiercely defeated? Han Woo-jin was fed up with heart.
'It's the guy who doesn't want to lose.'
I wanted to make a phone call. I soon quit. Defeat is certainly bitter, but Radal was not a player who couldn't handle it. World No. 2, the crown's weight cannot be supported by poor talent or effort. Radal's mentality, the only strongest emperor ever, is never weak.
Then he had only one role left.
'Take down the emperor.'
Overthrowing Roger Pedro, who remains the best player in tennis history. In addition to the Hanwoojin, it is the biggest goal that every tennis player who hits and hits the ball in the professional world. Before returning to the past, not only did I dare to put my mouth out of my dreams, but now it also came to my eyes.
Okuda laughed after chasing him,
Choi Yeon-hyuk, who professed to catch up soon.
Fernando left behind,
Radal will hold the racket with a grievous face.
Callus was crying for victory in the palm of his hand. Hanwoojin was pushing the barn of Hanwoojin not to make their defeat meaningless.
"… Yes, tomorrow. "
The time of battle is near.
Watching the glittering night view of London outside the window. Han Woo-jin held his fists firmly.
***
Do you even miss the closing of the side?
At the dawn of the Wimbledon Championships' final, it was raining hard.
It doesn't really rain or last long. It took extra time for the grass coat to dry out. As a result, the two players' agents were quickly informed about the delay in their respective finals.
"3 pm?"
"Yeah."
It was time to judge that the game could proceed normally after the moisture had dried up. Theory Han Woo-jin, who has been up since morning, sat down with a missing Mac.
"There are almost seven hours left. I never thought I would have time . "
Normally, the athlete's readiness is completed within an hour of the start of the race. Through rest, awakened the senses of the body recovered as much as possible, and raises the spirit by causing determination. By the time you get on the court, you are already in the shape of a tennis machine that is already human.
But you put it like this. Hanwoojin exhaled with a sigh of breath. The simmer that had no place to go turned his clothes upside down as if he had poured cold water into his empty stomach.
But what is it? Shin Se-yeon was looking at Han Woo-jin's face with a clear face.
Not long after, Shin Se-yeon's pocket began to cry loudly. Then she opened the folder as quickly as she waited.
"Yes, it's Agent Shin Se-yeon."
Hanwoo-jin, who was curious about who the phone was, gave her attention. She shook her head, seemingly unanswered.
"Ah yes. Now? Yes. Okay."
Then he hangs up soon.
Shin Se-yeon smiled playfully at Hanwoo-jin, who was staring at her with a daunting expression, and she shook his hand leaning over the chair.
"Woojin, go down."
"Yeah? Where are you going? "
To his due question, she answered.
"You are here."