This one bows for ten seconds.
When Lin Yiyang raised his head again, he leaned over to grab a fan. He looked anxious to compete, but in fact he wanted to avoid the live broadcast camera, and wanted the tears to disappear as soon as he lowered his head.
***
Yin Guo was in the lounge, watching the man on the screen stand up straight, and saw that his eyes were still red. Some things cannot be hidden or suppressed, especially tears. No one can completely control their emotions.
"The player Lin Yiyang is He Wenfeng's closed disciple, but it's a pity that he quit the school early," the commentary's voice echoed in the lounge, "It seems that the teacher will never forget it."
"This player's personal experience is very interesting. In the past year, he played nine balls in the United States. Everyone guessed that he would change his nationality. Unexpectedly, until the China Open, he has always been a Chinese nationality."
Two game commentators were chatting.
Now it is the break time, the staff and players of the training base, as well as the training partners are all watching the game.
Lin Yiyang has always been a controversial player from the beginning to today.
Including his bow just now, some male contestants also gave bad comments: "Jiang Yang and Meng Xiaodong's status will be lost. This one has skills and scheming. This bow has won a lot of favorability points."
Another male player answered: "This is the money-sucking master, and the nine-ball plugs in the United States also swept away the money."
"It's for bonuses. There are a lot of bonuses in various small local competitions," said the thin-faced man. "There is no bonus for losing. If you pay for air tickets and hotels for nothing, you will lose money."
"The center of gravity of nine-ball is already in Asia, and there are so many masters here. If he wants to play, he will not be ranked."
These are two rookies who came out this year. The thin-faced one won the championship in his first appearance at the Hangzhou competition, and he was in full swing.
Yin Guo looked back.
Lin Lin happened to fold his arms and was wearing a coach uniform, so he also heard this conversation. She didn't even roll her eyelids. In terms of arrogance, no one can compare to the group of people in Dongxin City. She was thinking that when she was in a better mood, she would play a match with the two boys, and let them know what it meant to be someone beyond others.
"Okay everyone, the match is about to start this afternoon, and it's still a men's and women's team." Lin Lin said.
The people present left their seats one after another. Yin Guo finally glanced at the man on the screen. He was wearing a shirt. He remembered that in the apartment last year, he was buttoning up his shirt while asking her: Can I still watch it
…
She couldn't fail to see that the way Lin Yiyang put on his shirt and the gesture of buttoning up buttons were all showing her the memories he had carved in his bones and blood countless times in the backstage of the arena.
Yin Guo and Lin Lin walked side by side to the training room, and suddenly asked, "Today you can find your opponent by yourself, right?"
There was a smile in Lin Lin's eyes, as if he was asking: Who do you want to find
Yin Guo looked at the Hangzhou champion.
Lin Lin made an OK gesture: "Exactly, he also wants to find someone with comparable strength."
The opponent that Yin Guo chose was high-spirited, and when he showed his sharpness, he was selected into the national team as soon as he debuted; and Yin Guo was the runner-up of last year's World Championships, and he was also the key training target of the national team.
The rookie king vs. rookie king is no less enjoyable than the snooker match at the Olympic Center at the moment.
What's more, playing snooker requires layout. The star players are all a group of old men with scheming skills. What is needed to watch the game is patience. And 9-ball fast-forward and fast-playing, players have more personal style, and the shot has its own murderous look.
Fighting up, 9 goals is much more refreshing.
The game was fast, the fighting was fierce, and all kinds of tricks made people dazzled.
Yin Guo showed her real skills, and the little sisters who fought against the male compatriots became addicted to this tube of chicken blood. From walking to shooting, not a single girl was merciful.
She is even better.
The colored balls fell into the bag one by one, without any suspense or deviation.
Lin Lin and a few sparring partners drank green tea and cheered from time to time. It was extremely enjoyable to watch.
A total of 12 tables were confronted, and the female players had a very high winning rate.
Because Yin Guo's table was evenly matched, the fight was dangerous and the smell of gunpowder was extremely strong. In the end, Lin Lin wrote the final battle situation 11:8 on the whiteboard. Yin Guo, who won the game, propped his hands on the edge of the table, his hair on the sideburns was all wet with sweat, and his eyelashes were also covered with sweat, blurring his vision in the blink of an eye.
"Excellent." The man opposite had to give in.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and said to her opponent: "Last year, I fought Lin Yiyang in New York, and I lost. His achievements here are definitely not just words. If you don't accept him, use this."
She clenched the club in her right hand, and finally said: "On the field, we only use this to talk."
***
In the Olympic Center gymnasium, there was no extra noise.
Meng Xiaodong was sitting by the arena, looking at his old opponent.
In the first half of the game, he had an absolute advantage with 3:1, but after that, Lin Yiyang rushed to catch up, won four rounds in a row, broke 100 shots, and reversed the score to 3:5.
Maybe it was the presence of the teacher at the beginning, maybe it was full of different feelings for this place. Lin Yiyang moved very carefully at the beginning, but by the beginning of the sixth game, he had become more and more free-wheeling.
There are not many red balls left on the table.
Lin Yiyang was not in a hurry to hit the ball, he seemed to really want to break the record in this round. He went to a side table and got a glass of green tea with ice. He drank his tea and watched the situation on the table quietly by the way.
Soon, he came back.
After making a bent over posture, he found that it was not appropriate, and stood up straight again, with the corners of his mouth pursed, thinking in his own world, and calculating how to reach the full score of 147.
"We saw that Lin Yiyang picked up the handstand, and it didn't seem to be very smooth," the commentator commented, "Does he want to commit suicide from this angle?" The commentator smiled, with a hint of anticipation and nervousness in his smile.
Lin Yiyang tried to hit the ball from an angle, and if he was a little careless, the white ball would fall into the pocket. A person like Meng Xiaodong would never take such a risk. This is also the difference between the two.
"He dropped the brace."
Suddenly Lin Yiyang hit a shot unprepared, the black ball fell into the pocket, and the white ball bounced out after hitting the edge of the pocket.
There was an exclamation of surprise and a burst of neat, short applause.
This time he didn't stop, just wiped the club head with powder, went around to the opposite side of the table and hit again, the black ball just placed by the referee fell into the pocket again, followed by another red ball.
He keeps shooting down the red balls, and he keeps shooting down the black balls with the highest score.
"Good shot!" He even created opportunities for himself to shoot down black balls again and again.
The applause on the field was suddenly loud, but it was still kept for a short time, and it quickly returned to silence, leaving space for the players.
Lin Yiyang leaned over, raised his left hand, stared at the white ball and the black ball, observed for a second, and then stood up straight again.
He was thinking about how to move.
After thinking for a few seconds, he suddenly leaned over and shot a shot, hitting the black ball. After the white ball collided half a circle around the table, it returned to a beautiful position safely, still at a perfect angle of attack.
The last red ball dropped into the bag with a bang.
There are only all the colored balls left on the table. He just needs to collect them one by one in order. This game and this group match will be won smoothly.
Amidst the applause, Lin Yiyang became more and more relaxed.
The colored balls fell into the bag one by one.
When there was only one white ball and one black ball left on the table, the applause came unexpectedly.
The applause is not only congratulating him for winning this round, but also congratulating him on getting the second full score of 147 points in his career in the last round.
Meng Xiaodong stood up first, and extended his right hand to him: "Congratulations."
The referee also smiled, shook hands with Lin Yiyang, and said softly, "Congratulations."
Everyone knows that with Lin Yiyang's level, the last black ball will be pocketed smoothly, and the last point will be successfully scored. So before the last black ball was pocketed, everyone from the audience to the opponents, including the referee, chose to celebrate him in advance.
Just over a year after returning to the game, he hit his second full stroke. There is no doubt that his future will be glorious.
Moreover, it was the first day of the main match of the Open. On his own land, his own local player scored a full stroke record. This honor is not only for Lin Yiyang, but also for the Chinese team!
From the first full score in 1982 to today, the 147-point full score in the entire snooker history has only been more than a hundred times.
Every full shot will be recorded by the International Taiwan Federation.
every time.
Lin Yiyang finally patted Meng Xiaodong on the back, telling him: Old man, sorry, I won first.
Meng Xiaodong smiled at him, took two steps back in a gentlemanly manner, and returned the table to him.
He picked up the powder and wiped the head of the club, leaned down, and shot the club without taking special aim. In the hours of practice every day since he was a child, he probably hit the ball with this angle and strength hundreds of thousands of times.
There will never be errors.
The black ball crashed into the bottom pocket at a fast speed, without any suspense or deviation.
The applause broke out, and the audience burst into applause.
All the audience applauded Lin Yiyang and thanked him and Meng Xiaodong for bringing this wonderful game together. As a fan, how lucky it is to watch a wonderful game and witness the birth of a full shot.
Lin Yiyang took a look at the teacher's seat at the place where the lights gathered, amidst the waves of applause, it was already empty. It is estimated that the old man is too old to stand sitting for a long time, so he has already left. He waved to the audience, nodded, and walked into the corridor leading to the backstage lounge with his cue. On both sides of the corridor, Wu Wei, Jiang Yang and Fan Wenchou were waiting for him.
Jiang Yang directly gave the little junior a hug, patted his back heavily and said, "The teacher said, it was a good fight."
"He's waiting for you in the background." Jiang Yang let go of him and said again.
The two looked at each other, the man who was fearless in the arena looked towards the exit of the corridor...
"What? Don't you dare go out?" Jiang Yang asked, "Are you scared?"
I'm afraid.
There are not many people in this world who can make him afraid.
Fear because of respect, this awe did not fade with age, but became clearer after years of baptism, like a real boulder, pressing on the heart, not daring to move rashly.
He took off the bow tie and slowly put it into the pocket of his trousers. With the help of several brothers behind him, he held the club tightly and took a step forward.
When he finally saw him, he asked himself countless times in a foreign land, what would he do if he returned to China and the old man had passed away? Lin Yiyang, what are you waiting for? Why do you have to wait until you have the strength to return to the arena of the motherland and come back when you have the strength to win the championship.
Aren't you afraid
An old man in his eighties may leave at any time, is he really not afraid
The field of vision gradually widened.
The backstage staff and resting players are all in their own worlds, either busy, or trying to calm down, to find the best mentality on the field...
And the old man was sitting in a temporarily moved out black leather folding chair outside the China lounge, surrounded by two family members. They have all seen Lin Yiyang, knew him, and bent down happily to whisper to the old man when they saw him appear.
Under the gaze of the teacher, he moved his legs and walked to the chair.
The teacher who used to have a straight back can no longer straighten his back at all. He is really tired. Watching a snooker game exhausted his strength. Behind the reading glasses, those eyes have the joy and relief of "seeing at last".
Lin Yiyang tried hard, trying to call a teacher, but seemed to lose his voice. There was a rough palm on the back of the hand, and it was clenched. It was the teacher who held his hand first, the left hand that did not lift the club.
This grip was like the day when he first joined Dongxin City as He Wenfeng's disciple.
The indoor lighting is very dim, only the lights on each table are the brightest, and the commentary of the game video is heard from the half-hidden door of the office. To this day, even the smell in the ball room and the water stains left by the mop on the concrete floor are etched in his mind.
In fact, I knew it was wrong.
The fault was that he was too stubborn, the fault was that he withdrew from Dongxin City, and the fault was that he refused to admit even a single mistake at the beginning. His biggest mistake is that he would rather give up his mentor and brothers, and give up the "family" and achievements he had so hard to get, rather than bow his head.
An arrogant and stubborn young man, he thinks that leaving is the coolest choice and the most backbone to turn around. He even thinks that everyone is deliberately making things difficult, suppressing and embarrassing himself...but he forgot that it was his fault in the first place, no matter what. Where is the mistake, no matter how big or small the mistake is, you should admit it and bow your head if it is a mistake.
"Xiao Liu," He Wenfeng held his hand, choked up, and repeated after a while, "Xiao Liu..."
Everyone thought that Mr. He would comment on the full round just now.
However, Mr. He wiped the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, and said with emotion: "I've grown taller, my hands weren't so big in the past..."
The teacher can't hold it anymore, can't hold your hand anymore.
Lin Yiyang squatted down, put the club on the floor, and held the old man's hand behind his back. It was covered with bones and joints, wrinkled and protruding blood vessels.
His eyes were full of tears, and he looked at his teacher: "It's cloudy outside, if it rains, it's inconvenient for you at such an old age." The words are very ordinary, but they are stuck in the throat, and it is not easy to finish them, " In the future... there will be a live game, I will call you in advance and watch it at home."