Chapter 60.1 - Standing on a strange ground # 1

It was Han Woo-jin who decided to participate in the Brazilian Open, which was not scheduled for a friend, but the group stayed in Australia for a few days. The Australian Open was a long two-week campaign, so there was no need to rush. Choi Yeon

Hyuk was also informed that they would rest until the end of the Australian Open, regardless of the win or loss.

But in front of such a group of Hanwoojin unanticipated difficulties appeared. Even Han Woo-jin, who decided to participate in the Brazilian Open, noticed late.

The ATP250 League and Brazilian Open, held in São Paulo in mid-February, was a clay court competition. After debuting as a pro, she was going to the clay court for the first time.

The first thing Hanwoojin remembered when he heard it was the face of the most recent claycourt player, Narael Radal, who had recently encountered it. If he's in the Brazilian Open, either Woo-jin or Choi Yeon-hyuk can dream of winning the cup.

I could not honey. Radall, who has set foot on Clay, is a scarier player than Roger Pedro of the hard court.

Fortunately, Shin Se-yeon, who scrutinized the list of players several times, relieved Hanwoojin.

"I don't think Narael Radal is planning to join the Brazilian Open. We've taken into account the stamina at the Australian Open, and no schedule is scheduled until the end of February. "

"Hey, that's good."

A sigh of sighs came out. Radall had a hard time competing beyond the whistle on his main stage, the hard court. What if the advantage of the court was given to Radal? Hanwoojin is not a tough match

It was very likely that they had collapsed due to their inferior spinning.

The material of the court was such a big influence on the game. Just as Radal, who is one of the best players in Hard, reigns invincibly in Clay, his skills vary greatly depending on which court he tames.

Will.

'If you practice, you've made a gap ... but you can't move like hard.'

Pros shouldn't neglect to practice in any situation. Han Woo-jin was also a person who had accumulated a lot of practice on the clay court inside the NK ship carrier,

There was no confidence that it could be reproduced.

The material of the court was not simply a variable of the height of the ball bouncing. With such a simple variable, even as long as it is possible to adapt well within a game, even more than a month should be spent reprocessing the senses.

I was going to get used to it.

We had to check every pitch and adjust the height and direction of the bounds, and we had to learn how to slip at what speed the shoes were sliding. Radall's lost balance at Sydney International

It was caused by the difference in friction between Ray and Hard. At that time, the leather was a little scratched, but if it had fallen properly, the knee or ankle could have been severely bent or twisted.

It was a little over two weeks before the start of the finals of the Brazilian Open. You'll have to give up on adapting your body completely to clay. No matter how sincerely practiced, there was a limit to what can be done in two weeks. That too

It's even better if it doesn't interfere with the game.

'It's better than not doing it at all.'

Anyway, the fatigue accumulated by Sydney International had already flown without a trace. It was more productive to go out and set the senses a bit rather than rotting a healthy body in the corners.

Han Woo-jin always carried a racket bag on his shoulder that he had already begun to carry. There will be no place in Melbourne Olympic Park as the Australian Open is in full swing, but even the tennis courts in the outskirts will not be available.

Plus, clay coats weren't as popular as hard or turf. Is it because of its unique reddish color? Hanwoojin did not know well.

"Seyeon."

"Yeah?"

As he called, Shin Se-yeon, who was concentrating on something, answered with a high voice. It seemed cute that she looked surprised and tried to catch her face in order not to tee off. Quickly capture private feelings, Han Woo-jin

Said the case.

"I'm going to practice now, can you help me?"

"··· Practice?"

As this time, I was surprised that Shin Se-yeon's fine eyes changed the shape.

* * *

There was a tennis club in South Yarra, a short distance across the Yarra River from Melbourne Olympic Park. It was a small neighborhood club that was made up of clay coats needed for Hanwoojin.

Was it originally a secluded place, or was it because of the Australian Open? For the first time he came to this club, he had no way of knowing, but he was able to use the court comfortably. The old man with a shaggy white beard who appears to be the owner

Shake or break once and see if you know Hanwoojin and went inside. It was a silent gesture of not accepting money.

"You probably recognize Ujin? I think you're surprised. "

"Oh, did you? Hmm···"

This is the first time I've been treated by someone in the first place. Still came to practice because you can not do anything. Hanwoojin from the bag this time, a new red frame racket

Pulled out.

[Prestige 660]

Somewhat heavy weight came through the hands, but it wasn't too heavy for Hanwoojin, the owner of strength beyond common sense. On the contrary, it was a rhythmic weight.

'The racket is broken faster because the power goes up.'

The rackets of ordinary professional tennis players were short-lived as they are often used. 5, 6 months if short, 8, 9 months long? Even a player who doesn't burden the racket with good technique was hard to pass for a year. Much less muscle strength

If Hanwoojin reached the bizarre level of 68, there was nothing to say.

There was a reason for arranging rackets based on more heavy and sturdy materials than ever before. In today's exercise, adapting to the weight of the new racket will be a challenge.

Hanwoojin, who stretched out for about five minutes, put his foot on the court. In rare cases, Shin Se-yeon, who wore sweats, stood on the opposite court with an extra racket.

"You really only have to serve?"

At first, she was squeezing Hanwoojin with anxious faces, but soon afterwards, she threw the ball up in a good manner to see if she seemed to be complacent.

phut!

It sounded cleaner than I thought. The basics were her serve, as she said that she has a yearly experience. At the pro level, it was an orbit at a noticeable speed, but it wasn't in anticipation of a proper rally.

Han Woo-jin stared at the ball slowly falling with a calm eye. Observe how the ball struck the ground clumps, the direction the ball bounces immediately after the bounds, and how much restraint changes before and after the bounds.

Concentration went up in a sluggish world, the ball flew over the head.

Paang!

It is not necessary to play hard as it is not a game. The ball was caught in a racket pulled by a moderate spin. Swipe to the left, the drive crossed the net. A ball that flowed into a parabolic that couldn't afford it had no resistance

Stuck in the head

"Ujin, can we just do it like that?"

"Yes, it was very good. Can you put it right and left alternately? "

"I'll try it!"

It was the first time I moved my body together in this way, so she seemed excited. But on the contrary, Hanwoojin's face was a little dark. The just-bound drive's bounds are far off the expected track.

It was because.

'The error is bigger than I thought. Can you correct this for only two weeks? '

Perhaps a little bit every time you repeat the stroke, but Hanwoojin's pure talent was not very good. Rather, it was inferior. Unlike a system that ensures rapid achievement through trials, victories, and struggles,

This means that it is difficult to make efficient progress.

I wasn't taught by a player who knew clay well, and I had to get something less than I was worried about training alone.

However, during this short period of time he could not hire an instructor or the same professional player. Han Woo-jin sent a signal to Shin Se-yeon again after he couldn't do it.

phut!

On the red coat that the haze rose, only the cool sound of the ball roamed freely.

It was almost an hour later that the two men, who were just trying to serve and reaping it, found themselves in the shade. It's hot, but the reddish coat colors make them feel even worse.

made.

Even Hanwoojin, a professional player, is a day of sweating. Shin Se-yeon, who is relatively strong, was not hot enough to become exhausted. She leaned back, leaning on a plastic chair in the shade.

"After, I'm sorry, Woojin. Hou, I'll take a rest. "

"... I'm resting without a group. I'll go get a bottle of cool water. "

Han Woo-jin smiled at her with a bitter smile and moved to the white-roofed wooden house where the host stays. Perhaps there was a refrigerator in the house because I wanted to drink a glass of water. If the goods you sell

If so, you could buy a drink.

After a short time out of the shade and the sun hit the skin, dry sweat began to flow back. Han Woo-jin knocked on the door of the wooden building, fed up by the dry Australian sun.

smart.

"Are you there?"

As he knocked on the door, he cried out loudly, and several voices flowed from within. It may sound unclear, but it was never a single voice.

"Who are you, sir? Are you a town company?"

"... that won the championship in Sydney, South Korea."

I was talking about Hanwoojin. It seemed rude to go in like this, so he stood there holding the door for a while.

Fortunately, even the door was shaded so that the sun could be avoided. One question passed by Hanwoojin's mind.

Obviously one of the voices heard from inside is the voice of the host who welcomed him when he came in. Who is another voice that seems to have been heard somewhere?

As the owner of the voice came to mind in the clumpy memory, the door rang round and the door was pulled.

And his question was settled with the man who appeared on the other side of the open door. Tanned tennis player with coppery skin and firm muscles.

"Woojin? Oh my God, we will meet again soon! "

"'... Naphael? why?""

Han Woo-jin stared at the face of a man who grabbed his hand with an outraged look. A young tennis hero from Spain who has a face that looks really welcoming and honest.

Clay's King, Napael Radal, who passed by Sidney International was there.

"I looked for a mood change and there was only one club with empty clay courts around here. My grandfather recognized me and was talking to me. "

"What is Australian Open? Isn't it over yet? "

There are still a few days left for the Australian Open. Maybe it's the day of the quarterfinals or quarterfinals? Han Woo-jin looked at Radal with her eyes in question. Then he turned his eyes to his face.

"I lost in the quarter final yesterday. Roddick, the older brother grinds his teeth out. I couldn't use my hands hard. "

"Ange Roddick ..."

Is that so? Han Woo-jin could not understand it.

Angie Roddick, one of the hard courts, was one of the few to get Napael to suffer the defeat. Roddick, also known as the world's best riverserver, is strangely incompatible with Pedro.

Many of them could not be saved. It seemed to have piled up there.

"'That's my turn now. Woojin, why are you here? "

"'The next tournament is the Brazilian Open. There's a clay coat so I can practice. "

""Five! Are you thinking of getting my invitation? "

invite? What invitation? Han Woo-jin, who had been worried for a while, shook his head, recalling a few words Radall threw last time. Clay's strongest is the strongest player to compete against Radal in the French Open.

There was no arc.

""surely. "Isn't the ball still properly controlled?"

"Oh, are you willing to try it when you get it?"

""···What?""

Hanwoojin noticed the meaning mixed with Radal's words and looked back at him unexpectedly. If you were lucky, did you mean to teach someone who defeated you once? Even arrogant could be seen.

"What else would Duff say? I play with him every day. May I wait for the same day today? "

But Radal smoked another blue, grabbed his racket with a relaxed face, and went to court.

His spacious back feels like he's going to stop there if he doesn't follow him, so Hanwoojin has been soaring. Always pushing his back was the burning inferiority. Comforting the Grasp of a Racket

The big tendon floated and wriggled.

Steadily.

The memory of gliding over an hour did not come to mind. Standing on the other side of the king who just stirred himself up, he boiled blood hotter than the sun.