The Evolution of Table Tennis 1930-2024

In slow motion, the painstaking precision and skill of the Japanese players. Japan remained world champions in the team event. Twisting, turning, spinning, the balls whizzed across the tables that had been laid out along Munich's Ice Sports Hall. Keeping an eye on the ball was as much a problem as the hitting was hard, the playing tough. Russia eventually took the world title. It was a close contest. But today's Saito was persistent. He took advantage of the footwork in front of the goal and won the 2-0 straight. He was able to advance to the final. This will be good for Kong Linghui. Short. Very successful. Now it's 12-16. He's already used to pulling the ball. So he's not afraid. Will he be able to score the first goal? The two athletes are feeling it. The ball can be wet and bounce off the stick. He will choose. He will try to keep it short. To take the lead. And he's under pressure. No goal. Again, no success for the gentleman. He's under pressure again. Can he get out of this situation every time? Still. Three points lead for Ryu. Wang Hao returns. Good. He has him in the corner of the backhand. To defend this match ball. No, he doesn't make it. Ryu is the Olympia winner. Ryu Seon-min from South Korea has made it. He wins gold here in the men's single. Hennatheen. The short shake. Absolutely astonishing rally. Give him Samsung. Yes. This can't be. This can't be true. The next three, five, five and six. No! That is insane. Even Fang Zhendong is blushing. Look at this. What a recovery. That's the biggest smile I've ever seen from Fang Zhendong. And well deserved. Look at this. Under the net clamp. Roller on the table. Applause from the crowd. Even in the replay. Xiao Zhan, the coach is laughing and smiling. The backhand. Has to play all the way through. And he's going to do everything he can to be the first in history. The end of the fourth game. This is a change. Net in. There's no way. The match of the gods. It's just right here. Zhendong makes a pass. Even the gods are laughing. Youth. Where he advanced to the second round. And lost to Quattro Maroon. The worst! Into the middle. Shot from Moragard. What on earth? Oh my god! Shot from Gauzy. Oh my god! That is... And it will be the bomb. The third was the bomb.