Chapter 14.3 - US Open Junior

Jin-hee asked if she heard Yeong-seok's murmur.

"how did you know? That player is Williams. "

In response to Jinhee's question, Yeong-seok was silent, staring at Williams sitting on the court.

'Serena? Venus? Who is it?'

As a young man, Williams, who couldn't tell who was one of the sisters, turned his eyes to the billboard.

'To Serena.'

Yeong-seok nodded looking at the name on the billboard.

'I checked my name and… I'm sure you feel more grumpy than your sister. '

Yeong-seok did not turn his head on the court, but in a serious voice to Jin-hee.

"Jinhee."

"Huh?"

"Look Carefully. Jinhee If you win and win and win and finally win and climb… That player will wait for you. At least ten years from now. "

"… … . "

Jin-Hee silenced Yeong-seok's verbal remarks.

"No, how did you know that?"

"You know that."

Young Suk pointed at Serena Williams and opened her mouth.

"Suup, Huaak !!"

Serena Williams, who hits the serve with a very short tempo, roars when the opponent didn't receive it and was recorded as an ace.

"Look at the sub speed."

There was a relatively small billboard with the speed of the serve near the reporter zone, where journalists camped and pulled out cannon-like cameras.

<204 km / h>

"this… Two hundred?

Jin-hee was shocked and voiced. If you go out in the middle of the winter, will this tremor come out? Literally, the voice of surprise was buried in Jinhee's voice as if the tree was shaking.

'It's over 210km / h later.'

Young Suk swallowed the back word and thoughtfully pondered.

'Come to think of it… It's Federney Nadal and I've been conscious of my opponents. What is Jinhee? How did a woman play tennis? '

Jin-hee hasn't taken her eyes off Serena Williams since she saw the signboard with the sub-speed.

'Venus was weak in the early 2000s, flashing once or twice, and seemed to give his brother all his strength… Sharapova, Ivanovich, Essen, Kim Clisters… Ha… … . Jin-hee looks like a big enemy. '

Yeong-seok scanned Jin-hee's body, focusing on Serena, from head to toe.

'Jinhee is 178 centimeters, and maybe he's weighing… It's going to be in my late fifties to early sixties. It's so light. '

Unless I advertise playing tennis, Jinhee was thin and generous enough to believe she was a hundred entertainers. Yeong-seok's eyes dissected every corner of Jin-hee's body as anatomically.

'The legs are… OK. It's fast, has great endurance and superb agility. '

Young Suk's gaze slowly rose. Someone seemed to be a kinky pervert, but Yeong-seok's eyes were serious.

'waist… Too thin. The muscles of the front are lacking compared with the back of the body… … . I'm glad the chest isn't big enough to get in the way. eight provinces of Korea… It's so smooth… … . '

Yeong-seok bowed his head as if it was heartbroken.

'In the 2000s, the unbreakable formula of' strength = victory 'is solid for women's tennis. Serena has the ability to precisely control that power. Nobody can match you. When Serena loses… When your opponent has played the best game of your life and when Serena is in bad shape. There was nothing else. Do you believe Jinhee's feet and her natural and overwhelming touch? … . '

Yeong-seok drew a coat in his head and drew Jin-hee and Serena.

It's about 2010 when Serena Williams's greatest heyday remembered by Yeong-seok. Jinhee began to imagine based on her ability as she is now. This is possible because both sides watched a lot.

'Let's do it.'

***

It was vividly imagined that my eyes were completely reproduced with the dry smell of the coat. Young-seok was sitting in the chair empire.

"… … . "

Meanwhile, Jin-hee frowned and stared at Yeong-seok, who had her eyes closed with a serious expression, and soon turned to the court and began to concentrate on watching the game.

Without anyone's obstruction, Young-Suk's imaginary match began.

pop!!

Serena's powerful serve flies to Jiri.

It is 200km / h, but the dignity is different from 200km / h of male tennis. It is the difference between what anyone can do and what nobody can do.

Jin-hee in Yeong-seok's imagination accepts the serve without much effort. Jinhee's return was perfect, following the ball with a unique talent and using the opponent's power in a short and concise swing.

With a long and deep textbook return, Serena responds with a poignant forehand, crumpling her face in a bad mood.

A little tired of her, Jin-hee follows her ball with her fast feet.

Approach.

A little bit like a stone stool, he graces his coat like a swan.

'Well done!!'

It was imagination, but Yeong-seok was greatly encouraged and cheered for Jin-hee.

pop!!

With a neat swing, Jinhee aimed for a straight course with her backhand, running Serena and dashing in front of the net. It will be a long-term volley.

Close!

Contrary to Jinhee's elegance, Serena was straight and wicked, but with a very fast foot, she hit the running forehand.

phut!!

Expecting intense rigor, Serena was a first-rate player with unique sophistication. It hits the ball falling for Jinhee's ankle. Jin-hee, who is already running to the net, has no choice but to throw the ball with the racket thrown on the ground. But Jin Hee showed amazing stunts.

'… … !!! '

Watching Young-seok shaken so loud that the Empire Stone was hilarious.

Imaginary Jin-hee stopped her leg running fast and slightly shifted to the side step, waiting for the ball to be bound. Then he lightly "scratched" the ball.

Took.

Tor.

The ball flew powerlessly and fell on Serena's court.

Serena rushed like crazy, but it was a bunch to catch up to the ball. Anyone will be overcrowded. Jinhee's shot was perfect. As usual, Jin Hee is a deadly blow that kills the other's life at a timing that no one thought. It is extraordinary and a heavenly talent.

'Federer… Federer… … . '

Federer's natural touch and Jinhee's sense in this year's shot were similar.

'Is Jinhee's talent in my imagination as much as Federer? … . '

Yeong-seok shook his head.

'It can't be.'

The appearance of Federer's game remembered by Young Suk and Jin Hee in his imagination overlapped for a while.

'I hope to win' may be due to Lee's biased wind.

Imaginary Jin-hee poses in triumph and continues the game.

And… … .

'One set… Won. To that serena… … . '

Young-seok sitting at the referee's seat was amazed with zinc.

But Jin-hee's legs nodded as the gaze went.

Jinhee's legs that ran up to thighs seemed to have run out of energy.

Serena's tactics saw the light.

'A player with good skill and fast feet… I discarded one set and made it run around. '

Of course, you won't get tired of playing one set as long as you are a tennis player.

But the opponent was Serena Williams. All the nerves melt just by picking up each of those powerful balls. It was a long time for a female player to keep up with the deadly course.

'Game three.'

Young-seok sitting at the empire seat announced that the game was over.

The first set was 6: 4, but Jinhee won. 2 sets 2: 6, 3 sets 1: 6 is a terrible loss.

In particular, Jinhee's concentration decreased as his body fell out, and the 3rd set did not come out properly.

"… Ah!"

At that time, a voice came out of consciousness to bring out the spirit of bitterness.

"Lee Young Suk !!!"

Young-suk, who opened his eyes, jumped up and stood in front of Jinhee.

Then he grabbed Jin-hee's arm.

"You can do it. I can win. "

"What?"

Jin-hee eagerly asked, and Yeong-seok responded with anxiety.

"… do not worry. You have the talent to be the best enough. "

Jinhee responded with a smile, not a word.

"Do you believe me more than my mother? Why is it so suddenly? "

Jinhee embraced Yeong-seok. He stroked the head of Young-seok, who was taller than himself.

***

"Huh… Oh yeah."

Yeong-seok has no choice but to laugh at the player standing in front of him with the net in between.

'After Serena… It's you, Richard Gassuke. '

It was a little shorter than Young-suk, a little younger-looking than Young-suk, but laid back and relaxed.

It seemed pretty cute to blow your eyes to see if you accepted laughter as a laugh.

'Is it a relic of the past or a civilization of the future? What are you guys doing to me? … . '

Yeong-seok, who already knows the future, tried to create a phrase that could define them every time he was surprised when these faces popped out, but he always failed.

'Richard Gassuke… Born in 86. Let's see… I am 85 years old, and Jinhee is 84 years old. You're 15 years old, this guy! 14 years old! '

Sadly, no one knew that fifteen young seoks were impressed by Kasuke's young age.

'From France… Well, what was it again? Backhand craftsman who is always mentioned when discussing the best of one-handed backhand. The sub manages, the forehand manages… Sense also manages… … . Career high ranking… Maybe seventh place? '

Yeong-seok is giving information like this because he has memorized the personal information of the players who ranked in the top ten in the previous life. I couldn't meet each other, but when Yeong-seok alone was on fire for a good fight.

'A player who has strength in a typical backhand. That's similar to me… But my feet must be faster. I'm confident that compared to anyone. It's a junior meet. Come to think of it… 1st… It's this player. '

Kasuke won two championships in four major junior divisions in 2002 and took first place in the junior rankings. This is in line with the overwhelming performance among players of similar age, such as Federer and Del Fort.

I was so excited about it, and it was a mystery that many of them weren't able to win the major championships after they turned professional.

'I wish I could meet you in two years… I can't help it now. I'll take the victory. '

It was regrettable that he couldn't meet when his opponent showed off his peak skills, and his eyes were like the serpent's moment before the greedy prey of victory.