Chapter 1107: Federer Was Tortured to Death

At 10 am on July 10, the postponed semi-finals continued.

Li Ba and Federer walked into the center court again and started the third set, which was the long set of the final set.

Yesterday's fans entered again. They seemed to be in a good mood. The attendance was still full and no one was absent.

"I hope this game will have a result as soon as possible." Bill, the commentator of Sky TV, said before the start of the game.

But unfortunately, it didn't. The game lasted until three o'clock in the afternoon, and after another five hours, it was still a stalemate.

The final set was already 45:45.

"Let's finish it quickly. We have played for ten hours yesterday. We can't stand it anymore!"

Many commentators who broadcast this game said similar things.

Wimbledon suspended the game. After some discussion, it decided to ask the audience for their opinions to decide whether the game should continue. If the audience agreed, the game would go directly to the tiebreaker.

"NO! NONONONO..."

Who knew that there would be opposition voices in the center court, and no one supported the suspension of the game.

Although the match was long, they enjoyed the excitement brought by this cruel competition system. The two top players in the world competed for every ball and did not dare to be careless about any chance. They hoped that the match would continue as planned, even if it lasted until tomorrow.

"Oh my God, it seems that the match can still be played. Let's continue to endure." Some commentators said disappointedly.

Well, Wimbledon decided to postpone it for another day, and this semi-final will continue at 10 am on the 11th.

Back to the hotel, Li Ba said to Yatou: "I think the US Open with a tiebreaker is the most suitable for me. I will play the US Open next year. It's too damn long. I'm tired of playing."

"Then will you play tennis in the Olympics? The Olympics also have a long set system?" Yatou asked with a smile.

Li Ba was stunned and shook his head quickly: "I will play basketball in the Olympics, not tennis."

The next day, the game continued.

This time they played for another two hours, and the score was 60:60. Li Ba's physical and psychological advantages began to emerge.

After three days of brutal competition, facing Li Ba's countless serve bombardment, Federer couldn't withstand it, whether it was physical strength or psychological pressure, and finally collapsed.

In the end, Li Ba broke the serve and won the semi-final with a score of 63:61 in the final set, reaching the Wimbledon final.

The whole game took 12 hours and 08 minutes, and a total of 150 games were played. It was the longest game in Wimbledon history and the longest tennis game in the world. Li Ba and Federer set a record.

At the same time, Li Ba set another world record. In 150 games, he served a total of 421 aces.

This is definitely the most terrifying record, and no one can break it except him.

"I would rather play the final with Roger than with that guy, the hammer. His physical strength is too terrible! I don't want to play a game for more than ten hours at all."

After the game, Roddick, who was watching the game on the spot, said this in an interview with the media.

Federer, exhausted, accepted an interview with the media, with an expression that could not be concealed. He told the media that after such a long game, he still lost the game, which was very cruel to him and very disappointed with the loss.

"What do you think of the hammer's 421 aces in a single game?" a reporter asked.

Federer smiled bitterly and said, "I'm going crazy!"

Li Ba accepted an interview and said, "From a technical point of view, I am far behind Roger. I'm sorry, I won the victory with my physical strength."

"What do you think about the final?" a reporter asked.

"Champion, of course. After this tough semi-final, it's really unreasonable not to want to win the championship." Li Ba smiled.

"Do you have anything to say about your final opponent Roddick, who is also known for his powerful serve?" a reporter asked.

"His serve is indeed good, but I know his peak period has passed, and his world ranking is declining. He was sixth last year, seventh this year, and may be eighth next year. He may choose to retire the year after next. I can handle his serve."

Li Ba said in a teasing tone.

"If Roddick wants to beat you, what should he do?" another reporter asked.

Li Ba was startled, looked at the reporter and said: "Have you interviewed me before?"

The reporter smiled and said: "Yes, I have interviewed many times. I am from ESPN, responsible for NBA, and was temporarily transferred here."

"No wonder."

Li Ba smiled and said: "If Roddick wants to beat me, he can pray to God for rain."

"Haha..." The reporters laughed.

"I never thought that the Hammer could beat Federer."

"The Hammer is really made of iron, and he killed Federer. I wonder if Federer is depressed? Haha!"

"421 ACE balls, the Hammer's serve is definitely the best in the world, unprecedented, and his serve-holding ability is unique in the world, and no one can break it."

"Federer is so unlucky, he ran into the monster Hammer."

"To beat the Hammer, it must rain."

"421 ACE balls, my God, the Hammer killed Federer with his serve."

After this game, the whole network went crazy.

At this time, in Hong Kong, at Zhang Xueyou's home, he and Luo Meiwei had just finished watching Li Ba's semi-final match. Zhang Xueyou said with some emotion, "I never thought I would see a Chinese player make it to the men's singles final at Wimbledon. I never expected that."

"You have time these days, don't you want to go to the game?" Luo Meiwei asked.

"I do, but there are definitely no tickets now. I should have booked it earlier." Zhang Xueyou smiled.

At this time, his mobile phone rang, and he saw that it was from Chen Yixun.

"Brother Xueyou, are you going to Wimbledon to watch the final?" After the call was connected, Chen Yixun shouted over there.

He and Zhang Xueyou are both tennis fans, but Zhang Xueyou's skills are okay, while he is just so-so.

"How to go, do you have a ticket? Then give me one, and I'll pay for the air ticket." Zhang Xueyou said immediately.

"It's about to start, how can I have a ticket?" Chen Yixun said.

"Then what nonsense are you talking about?" Zhang Xueyou said.

"Don't worry, I have a way." Chen Yixun said.

"What way? Buy scalper tickets? The chance is very small." Zhang Xueyou asked.

"Of course not."

"We don't know Tiechui either. Do you want to find Senbei Company? The chance is slim. We don't have much contact. There must be many people who want tickets. How can they give them to us?"

"No, listen to me. Let's find Jay Chou. He is familiar with Tiechui. There is definitely a chance."

"Wow, Yixun, you are smart." Zhang Xueyou shouted happily.

Back at the hotel, Li Ba applied motor oil to his body, especially his shoulders, once more.

After serving so many ACE balls, if it were someone else, his shoulder might have been strained long ago, but he wouldn't. His built-in fly swatter is of good quality and with motor oil, it can be said that it will never wear out.