Chapter 11.4 - Bradenton Open

After the first round, Young-seok and Jin-hee continued to win the round between Academy and Bradenton. The enlightenment of the talents, both of which were so entrenched, was as pleasant as walking on a cloud each day. I don't care how the surroundings change.

"Hi, Lee Young-seok. Do you remember me?"

As Young-suk and Jin-hee leave their parents and coach in the stands, they unwind as usual, and a middle-aged man suddenly comes into sight and talks.

"Ah······."

With the exception of family and coaches, I first heard Korean, so Yeong-seok and Jin-hee stopped and looked at the man.

'I saw it somewhere. ······.'

Jin-hee had no idea, and I saw Yeong-seok somewhere, but I could not remember.

Yeong-seok wanted to pull Jin-hee behind her.

"Who?"

In the face of caution, Young-seok smiled and crossed his business card.

"I'm Park Jung-hoon, a journalist for Tennis Korea Magazine. When I won in the past ...

"Ah!!!"

Yeong-seok finally got his mind off and got a business card.

The business card says "the editor," not "the reporter."

"You promoted. Congratulations."

Park Jung-hoon laughed.

"Yeongseok is still an adult. The girl behind you is that little girl? "

Jinhee put out his head and saw Park Jung-hoon.

"haha! They are the same now and then. "

Park Jung-hoon smiled and handed the business card to Jin-hee.

"But here's what happened."

When asked, Park Jung-hoon scratched his head and said.

"Well, of course, I came to Yeong-seok and Jin-hee."

"How do you know we participated here?"

Yeong-suk wanted to ask.

Even Futures is a professional competition.

You will automatically be registered and notified by the Korean Tennis Association or Federation.

'I participated in this competition ~ !!' means that you know everything.

Park Jung-hoon explained this process in detail as Youngseok thought.

Yeong-seok thought he should change the question.

"But it's only Futures. Are you coming to cover this game? "

Park Jung Hoon's question was bruised instantly. I heard a very strange horse.

"··· Youngsuk. Do you not know how great you are? "

"Yeah?"

Park Jung-hun sighed and said.

"Yeongseok is sixteen, Jinhee is seventeen right?"

"Yeah."

"I am about to win the Futures at the youngest age in Korean tennis history."

'Right······.'

Yeong-seok was convinced only after hearing Park Jung-hoon.

"The association's elders are now in a hurry to press releases and no uproar. There's no school record, so I didn't even know it, so I'm startled. Just win. The reporters are going to camp at the airport right now. America, not Asia or the Middle East, America. "

"Ah yes."

Park Jung-hoon's appearance as a pitcher and his speeches did not reach much to Yeong-seok and Jin-hee. It's Yeong-seok, the original goal was high, and Jin Hee doesn't know how great it is when he dyes Yeong-seok.

"Oh, did I burden you?"

Park Jung-hoon stayed hazy to say the end.

But Yeong-seok did not miss the eyes of Park Jung-hoon.

'You told me somehow.'

And Park Jung-hoon caught Yeong-seok's sharp eyes.

'It's not a normal guy, too.'

It was given some sort of test, as expected.

The beginning and end of a tennis player is mental. If journalists like Park Jung-hoon feel burdened by expectations, it is hard to survive in this world. Young-seok and Park Jung-hoon exchanged unspoken conversation.

Behind Yeong-seok, I saw Yeong-seok's spacious back and pounded, and felt heavy air except Jinhee, who was insane.

"Can I just take a picture?"

"Yeah."

Park Jung-hoon puts Yeong-seok and Jin-hee side by side and shot them once in various compositions.

"Are you going to practice?"

"Yeah."

"okay. I hope you will have a nice interview. "

Yeong-seok laughed at Park Jung-hoon's words. Jin Hee did the same.

"To expect."

***

Park Jung-hoon's Norimsoo saw a little effect. No, Young Suk forgot what Park Jung Hoon said.

The finals started and I was in the same court as my opponent and checked my face.

'Why, why is that player?'

At the end of Yeong-seok's gaze, there was a colorful Westerner standing in the stands.

It feels like a lion looking like a lion, over 10 inches tall, about 10 inches taller than Yeong-seok, tough muscles indiscriminately settled on a lightly-dressed shirt, and flame-like glare on a gorgeous blonde.

'Marat Safin ······.'

You may have noticed Yeong-seok's dazed eyes, but Safin, who took off his sunglasses and put it between his shirt, frowned and saw Yeong-seok.

'Why, why? Why are you here? '

Young-seok's heart pounded.

As in Roddick's time, the heartbeat of the player does not subside as he looks forward to the player he has longed for in his previous life.

'Sapin was definitely older than me. I don't know how old you were, but why are you ...

As he walked in front of the net to determine the right to serve, Young-suk continued to think.

'Now, 2000 ······. That's right !! US Open !! '

Thunderbolt surprises passed through Young Suk.

The US Open is a major tournament in which the overwhelming Emperor Pete Sampras has sunk and the new Sapin has sprung up in the world. Aside from tennis players, quite a few sports enthusiasts are the years to remember.

'You're opening US soon.'

As I thought, the surprise subsided a bit. Major and what is in front of Youngseok is the decision to win Futures. There is only one thing to focus on.

'Once, let's win.'

Young Suk swallowed a dry saliva and stared at his opponent.

Eyes with naturalization settled the other.

***

pop!

Poop ~!

The court was full of breathing and moaning by two players.

The rally lasted for three minutes, and the effort and obsession of the opponents who were persistently aiming for forehand of Young Suk were continuing the rally. Wherever he sent the ball, the opponent unconditionally pushed him into the forehand.

'쳇.'

Young Suk's forehand was never called a weakness, but the problem was that the backhand was too powerful. And the opponent was able to endure Fork's forehand.

'I have to drop.'

Jin-hee's figure passed by Yeong-seok's thunder while passing the ball. I can't understand the sense, but I think he can imitate, and he's ready to drop. However,

"Crush !!"

The idea of ​​dropping was one of the opponent's appearances, and the ball floated back to Yeongseok's court.

'I was alert.'

Usually, the opponent's movements were able to catch a sense of "incongruity" in order to deal with accidental drop shots.

In response to Yeong-seok's late response, the other party ran in front of the net with a laugh.

'But if it's my leg, ······!'

Huung.

Young Suk's new type advanced through the wind.

'It touches the ball. How did you handle this ... Rob? No, a ball dropped in front of the net will reach Smash's range even if it's robbed. '

In the midst of my troubles, the ball came to me.

Whatever you choose, this ball must be dealt with.

Sik, Fang!

Rather than bowing his upper body, Yeong-suk's shot kicked off the ball and was a very high lob.

'If the ball floats high on my court, it won't smash right away.'

The opponent's face stiffened in Rob's shot of the parabola itself. Many troubles pass by in the eye at once.

'I'm worried whether it's out or in.'

Young-seok moved back to baseline and center mark without delay.

The opponent also stepped back and waited for Young-suk's ball. Yeong-seok's robes crossed the net and drew a parabola that anyone could see would be a seal.

'Smash or ground smash? ······.'

Waiting for the ball to fall is the same for Yeong-seok as well as for his opponent.

As the ball slowly dropped, the opponent held the racket high above his head just as he did.

'I'm late for preparation! Let's smash the ground. '

As Young-suk predicted, the opponent dropped the ball and kept his high arm and went to the RBI with a small step.

'In the case of ground smashes ... almost all right-handed players unconsciously play duscote. And Duscote is ...

pop!!!

The opponent's ground smash hit with an intense blow. However, perfectly anticipated, Young-seok took the split step at the correct timing and threw his body to the right.

'··· it's my backhand. ······!'

You can't step smoothly as usual. I moved as hard as I could. I had to find a RBI that I didn't need to do step by step. Yeong-seok's eyes sprinkle cold energy. As the meteor fell, the bright fluorescent tail was following the ball's trajectory. This watch is visible only to Yeong-seok's eyes with natural vision.

bang!!!

As the drink came out, Yeong-seok's light and compact swing, which took two steps, exploded, and a huge blow came out. Because his opponent's ground smash was so powerful, Yeong-seok was able to hit a strong shot effortlessly.

'The course couldn't be adjusted.'

After a leisurely big step, Young-suk ran back to the net at tremendous speed.

pop!

'Also······.'

Young-seok's shot was not sharp until the course. The other party could also be received.

However, it wasn't as good as Yeong-suk, and a powerless ball that didn't hit the RBI came close to him.

phut!

Wow!

Wick ~~ !!!

Applause pours out of the stands at the same time as Young-seok's ending with a long and long rally in Bali.

"Youngseok Ah Ah Ah Ah!"

"Youngseok!"

Parents' calls came to my ears through cheers and applause.

Then Yeong-suk loosened his expression and slowly raised his arms high. I wanted to shout anything but it didn't come out of my throat. Instead the sound came out of the air. The legs shudder rather than trembling, and the cheers of joy stayed in the blood, roaming the body of Yeong-seok.

'finally······!'

Finally, a drop of tears lightly rolled down from Yeong-seok's eyes. Yeong-seok did not notice the tears that fell to the ground without leaving any trace on his face.

'It's a championship!'

Inspired, Yeong-seok did not even realize that he was in tears.

Back in the past, he finally made his pro debut and won the championship. Something wants to explode, but Yeong-seok couldn't guess what it was.

'Oh ~

Young-suk, who lowered his sight to the ground, saw an opponent standing far away in front of the net.

Is it sad or envious or self-conceived? Or, how many words can humans express in the huge realm of emotion? What is Young-suk's feelings now? Is it joy?

"Thank you."

Yeong-seok ran to the net and asked the other to shake hands.

The brutal smiley opponent responded, holding onto Yeong-seok's hand and hugging him.

"I learned a lot."

After hugging Huh, the other party also shook hands with the referee. Yeong-seok also shakes hands with the referee and turns his head to look at the audience. Parents' faces are greatly enlarged and caught in sight. His father, Lee Hyun-woo, was making the "clear smile" that Yeong-seok first saw, and his mother, Han Min-ji, shouted crying and laughing, showing his face and swinging his arms.

"Youngseok !!"

The bank broke out in the heart of Yeong-seok who saw the scene.

Soon afterwards, a huge wave shook the inside of the stone.

Tuduk, Took.

The tears that had fallen off formed a stream, reaching the eyes of Young-seok, and then pouring down like a waterfall. The tears continued down the face of Young Suk, wondering if the dam was discharged or wondering where so many tears had gathered in the human body.

My vision is white and cloudy, but my parents' faces are as clear as ever. The legs, heavy with fatigue, moved to the temple and soon turned to leap.