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Những bài tập giúp bạn kiểm soát tốc độ putt chính xác nhất

Chơi gôn không phải bạn cùng gia đình có những thiết bị tập golf đắt tiền, hàng nhập khẩu là bạn cùng người thân tiến hành một vài cú đánh đẹp nhất. Chơi golf cần phải luyện tập vô cùng nhiều kỹ năng, cách kiểm soát bóng...đòi hỏi bạn cùng gia đình phải luyện tập cực kỳ nhiều lần để rút ra kinh nghiệm cho chính mình
HLV hàng đầu tại Mỹ - ông Michael Breed cho thấy hầu hết một vài cầu thủ Golf không chuyên Hiện tại đều nghĩ rằng yếu tố gấp nhất trong cú putt dài chính là độ dốc và trong những cú putt ngắn là kỹ năng đọc line. Bên cạnh đó điều này chưa chắc đã là chuẩn xác bởi vì tốc độ được vị HLV này đánh giá là gấp hơn cả trong việc quyết định sự thành công của cú putt. Bởi vậy, việc kiểm soát tốc độ putt được vị HLV này đặt lên hàng đầu và chú ý hơn một số yếu tố khác. Hôm nay Gomgolf sẽ trích dẫn 1 vài bài tập giúp bạn cùng gia đình kiểm soát tốc độ putt tốt nhất do HLV Breed chia sẻ trong bài viết này.

những bài tập giúp bạn cùng người thân kiểm soát tốc độ putt

các bài tập tiếp theo khÓ đạt được nhưng nó giúp người chời có thể phát triển cả năng kiểm soát tốc độ đẹp nhất trong cú putt. Bạn cùng gia đình có thể thực hành bài tập này trên putting golf hoặc sân tập gôn đều hết sức phù hợp. Trước tiên bạn cùng gia đình hãy hình dung ra một khối hình hộp ở trước mặt có chiều dài tầm 90cm (3 foot) và cạnh còn lại dài khoảng tầm 45 cm (1,5 foot) giống như hình bên trên.
Nhiệm vụ đầu tiên của bạn cùng gia đình là lần lượt thực hiện ba cú putt: cố gắng đưa tất cả bóng golf vào trong hình hộp với khoảng cách 5 foot tính từ trọng điểm của hình hộp. Nếu như bạn đưa được tất cả bóng vào trong trọng điểm của hình hộp thì được coi là bài tập đã hoàn thành. Bởi vì vậy, nếu như chỉ 1 lần tiến hành không hoàn thành ( bóng không vào bên trong hình hộp) là bạn không hoàn thành nhiệm vụ. Hãy bắt đầu lại từ đầu để hoàn thành nhiệm vụ.
tiếp theo, bạn lùi về phía sau khoảng tầm 2 foot và Tiếp tục thực hiện một bài tập tương tự giống như phía trên. Sau mỗi lần hoàn thành 1 bài tập thì lại cải thiện khoảng cách lên 2 foot cho tới khi bóng cách trọng tâm của hình hộp đúng 15 foot thì dừng lại.
nếu thường xuyên luyện tâp theo bài tập trên, bạn cùng người thân có thể kiểm soát tốc độ putt tốt hơn vô cùng nhiều. Nên lưu ý, nếu chỉ 1 lần thất bại thì bạn cùng gia đình lại phải thực hiện lại từ đầu ở khoảng cách đang đánh cho đến khi hoàn thành.
Kỹ năng đọc green của bạn cùng người thân cũng sẽ được phát triển rõ rệt khi thực hiện các bài tập này. HLV Breed cho rằng: cầu thủ Golf sẽ không thể đọc line đúng cho đến khi họ quyết định được tốc độ putt bóng. Bởi nếu chọn lọc tốc độ putt chính xác nhất thì cảm giác khi nhìn line sẽ giúp cú putt trở nên hoàn hảo hơn.
Chơi golf cần phải bình tĩnh và kiên trì luyện tập. Hãy thử dùng cách luyện tập của Breed thương xuyên bạn cùng gia đình sẽ cảm nhận được sự thay đổi rõ rệt. Chúc bạn có cú putt luôn thành công!
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