Chapter 6.3 - Go to Florida

Five o'clock in the morning.

Yeong-seok woke up earlier than usual for some reason.

No, I had to float.

The ringing of the word game pounded Yeong-seok's heart.

Yesterday I heard from the staff that there were nine men and 11 women registered in the entry.

It's a small tournament, but it's been a long time since Yoo-suk participated in a contest to convince his parents.

'I want to run fast.'

Strangely, the heart beats quickly and there is no fatigue.

The spine rings and the brain is full of excitement.

'You have to be the best from here.'

Yeong-seok clenched his fist and vowed.

The body was still young but the muscles of the arms and back were clearly visible.

*

I couldn't remember how I ate breakfast or what I had with Jinhee.

Because all the minds were gathered in one place.

For this very moment.

Tournament started with coaches watching.

Yeong-seok is in the first round. One coach sat on the referee's seat and announced the start of the match. The match is three sets of two wins. One person skips the first round and goes on seven games.

'Until the final… Three games to come. '

The idea of ​​falling before that is Youngseok's unrelenting spirit.

In the women's department, Jin-hee skipped the first round by default, so she was sitting on the bench and cheering for Yeong-seok.

"3 sets match! Lee Young Suk Service Play! "

The judge's word to announce the start of the game is low.

barrel. barrel.

A breathtaking silence filled the court and Young Suk prepared to serve.

The other person was, of course, a Western child, and seemed to be one or two years older than Young Suk.

"Houe!"

Tosses and Youngseok holds his breath.

Yeong-suk looking at the ball became a toss sharply hit the ball using the elasticity of the whole body.

phut!

'Wide it.'

Flat serve enters a good course according to Young Seok's intention.

Despite entering well, the opponent returned forehand confidently.

"out!"

The referee's call followed. It was out, but Yeong-seok was a good try.

Again, Yeong-seok's serve continues. This time in the ad code (left).

'Forehand is quite good. Then it's a bag. '

Young Suk's first serve went back wide.

The opponent had a weak backhand and made a flimsy return. It was a terrible return to discuss the course.

Young Suk did not miss it.

Tak, Tak.

As if seeing flying feathers, Yeong-seok's beautiful and fresh steps

The backhand fired.

bang!

The backhand hit hard with a cross and was sharply inserted.

The other player's complexion became a little pale.

'Your mental is destroyed by this? Is it the beginning? '

Young-seok was so excited.

When he hits the ball while dragging a wheelchair, his feet are always strong. Since it is now being realized, God cannot fly.

'A little more! Rebellion! '

After the return, Mack shook all the balls without forgiveness. It's a bit unfortunate that the first match didn't have a Mac. As the unilateral massacre continued, the court was full of gloomy tension in no time.

"Game set end match one by Lee Young-suk counts 6-0, 0-6."

"What?!"

At the end of the judgment, Young-seok was absurd.

'already?'

When I saw the sign, the markings of 6: 0 and 0: 6 were clear.

The other person trudges and comes to the net. Yeong-seok also ran to the net. It was customary to shake hands like this after the match.

'Cry?'

Young-suk was surprised to see the other.

Tear marks, messy eyes, tearful eyes, and bloody lips. … .

Shaking hands with Yeong-seok were cramped. The feeling of wanting to throw a racket and get caught has been passed on to Yeong-seok.

I was nervous at the moment that I might wield a racket like a kid, but the opponent just asked me to shake hands.

"Good job."

Yeong-seok said calmly.

To express discomfort rather than to be depressed means that you are a qualified player. You don't have to pat it.

So the first match that was different from Young-seok's expectations was over.

***

"Ugh !!"

The woman's voice on the court is rumbling.

Jinhee's voice.

'You're yelling at me… … . '

Yeong-seok, who also squeezed the second round, is watching Jin-hee's game.

Jin-hee's usual gentleness disappeared, showing a very combative appearance.

The strength of the forehand and the backhand are so light that they are so good.

How fantastic is Bali. It is amazing to spray the ball on various courses as if you are throwing the ball with your hand.

"Game Three!"

The score is 6: 4, 7: 5.

'I can play players ... … . '

Objectively, Jinhee seemed to be superior to her peers.

***

next day.

Side by side in the semifinals, Yeong-seok and Jin-hee reached the final.

Yeong-suk overwhelmed all the matches with 6: 0 and 0: 6, and Jinhee barely hit the opponent with 7: 5 and 5: 7. Finally, the finals began. The game started with the men's club.

'Mac falls out… … . '

It is the feeling that Youngseok felt during this tournament.

The opponent of the finals is not enough for Yeongseok. He was overwhelmed by Young Seok before the match began. All 18 of the junior course except Young-suk himself and Jin-hee felt a kind of 'wall' to him.

A lot of scared serve came in.

'This is a serve… … . '

Yeong-seok's specialty, the backhand, did not send the ball thoroughly, but if he did, it would be welcome to Young-seok, who had fewer choices.

pop!

Forehand ran the ball under the opponent's feet and ran to the net. 'Return & Dash'.

As the small body comes running, the opponent throws the ball without thinking of passing it to the sides of the player approaching the net.

'It's awkward.'

As soon as he watched the ball, Young-suk, looking up at the ball, quickly stepped back to find the falling point. And the smash that followed.

pop!

The other person runs and shook his head without even thinking about receiving it.

'If you don't want to do it, you'll finish it soon.'

When he overwhelmed that set with 6: 0, the opponent declared abstention.

'You are not a player.'

Young Seok was disappointed with the appearance of the absentee, who refused to win a game no matter what. I didn't feel well and refused to shake hands and went to the bench and sat down.

Flinch.

As Yeong-seok approaches, they split like the Red Sea and leave their seats. Yeong-seok's uncomfortable planting is also unavoidable, and because of his overwhelming skill, he is naturally avoided.

'I understand why Youngtae Coach didn't play.'

When he took a lesson in Korea, Young Suk shouted at him to arrange a match, but Choi refused firmly.

'These children played tennis to enjoy themselves. Whatever your skill, you don't know you are a player yet. On the contrary, I am an adult. I think winning is the biggest challenge on earth. It's not going to be a match. '

match!

Yeong-suk hit his cheek and shakes off his bad feelings.

Jin Hee's finals began in the Women's Department.

"Jinhee win!"

***

"Black… … . "

"Oh, don't cry, Jinhee. I can win next time. "

Young-seok is sweating and is restless.

The finals of the women's division were 6: 2, 4: 6, 7: 5, 2: 6, 7: 5 and Jinhee was defeated at the end of the match.

Jin-hee threw all of her powers into the game, but the other girl did so well.

'You were your first match in life… … . '

As he buried his head and watched Jin-hee crying, Yeong-seok understood Jin-hee's feelings.

It was my first game, and when I won the finals several times, I felt like the sky would fly. In the end, there may be feelings of regret and regret. 'Why did you make that choice then?' … 'As anger and regret to take for granted as a player.

"OK… … . "

Young-seok continued to comfort.

Something like a crude championship medal is in my bag.