Chapter 1205 Paradise Vacation
Since appearing in the public eye at the US Open last year, Thiem has been going through a long period of lows, which is actually very similar to Gawain’s situation:
the overwhelming pressure, the rising expectations, the impact of competitors, which is also the stage that every young player must go through after emerging; but for most young players, they do not have enough experience and wisdom to keep a clear mind, and they are often prone to struggle.
This is true for Gao Wen, and other young players are no exception.
Since the start of the new season, Raonic, Dimitrov, Kei Nishikori and others have been at the center of controversy, and the media never let them go easily.
In fact, Tim is also struggling.
Auckland, Australian Open, Doha, all were eliminated in the first round; Rotterdam won one game, Marseille won two games, and the season record before the Sunshine Double was three wins and five losses.
Then, in Indian Wells, he was eliminated in the first round again; in Miami, he finally found some form and won four games in a row, but finally lost to Murray.
Originally, Thiem was preparing to go to Casablanca to adapt to the clay in advance, but because he regained his confidence in Miami, he did not compete while tired.
For various reasons, although Thiem is no longer an unknown person, it is still too early for him to have fans, so he is not used to it.
But at this time——
"Domi! Domi! Domi!"
Gawain was like a passionate cheerleader, cheering for Tim. His cocky look made Tim really uncomfortable.
Tim had a helpless look on his face and wiped the sweat off his face with his wrist guard, but he didn't know how to stop Gawain. In the end, he just greeted him a little stiffly.
"Hey, Gawain."
Dimitrov was a little slow to notice Gawain's appearance. He raised his arms high and shouted threateningly with a lively expression.
"Sunshine double crown! Sunshine double crown! Sunshine double crown!"
On the side, Tim breathed a sigh of relief that his predicament was finally resolved, but he did not join Dimitrov in making a fuss. Instead, he looked at Gawain anxiously, not knowing how Gawain would handle such an embarrassing situation.
Gao Wen himself is a master of pranks, so how could he be embarrassed? Not only was he not embarrassed, but he also smiled, facing all directions, waving, and even deliberately placed his left hand on his waist, palm facing up, and gently raised it, making a gesture to ask for cheers and screams, as if he was dissatisfied with the weak cheers in front of him, comparable to a champion parade.
That calm look immediately made Tim laugh.
Dimitrov didn't mind, and his smile rose. From a distance, he could hear his complaints, "This guy really won't give in."
Despite all the complaints, he still jogged all the way to the net, raised his right hand high, and high-fived Gawain, pausing the training for a moment.
"How's your preparation for the clay court?"
On the other side, Tim stood there, at a loss - why was the training match interrupted? Although it was a training match, it could not be suspended casually.
One point was over, and Dimitrov just left him there?
but!
Hearing Dimitrov's question, Tim couldn't help but become curious. He ran over in a series of small steps, not hiding his curiosity at all.
Among the active players, Thiem has always admired and appreciated Nadal very much. Part of the reason is that Nadal is indeed the highest goal for clay court players, and Thiem grew up on clay courts; more of the reason is Nadal's attitude towards the game, which is tenacious and tough enough.
Gawain went to Mallorca to train with Nadal, and not only the media and fans, but also players like them couldn't help but pay attention to him.
"Wait, where's your training?" Gao Wen was not fooled and complained back.
"Why is training important now? Of course gossip is more important." Dimitrov's face was full of smiles, and you could tell he was in a good mood bathed in the sun.
Last week, after the painful elimination in Miami, Dimitrov and Sharapova finally found an opportunity to sit down again and communicate their ideas with each other.
In fact, as Gao Wen guessed, they still loved each other deeply. It was not because of a third party or that their relationship had lost its passion. It was precisely because their feelings were still strong that they had differences in their work and future plans, which led to a cold war.
After their careers hit rock bottom, the two re-examined each other, ended their cooling-off period, and held each other's hands again.
When Gawain was still in Mallorca, Dimitrov couldn't help but send him a text message, announcing the good news.
No sound or expression is needed, one can feel Dimitrov's happiness and joy from his words, without any trace of depression.
Until today, when the two good friends finally met, it was obvious at a glance that Dimitrov was radiating sunshine from the inside out, which could not be concealed.
Gawain looked at Dimitrov seriously, "Grigor, why don't you consider changing your career? For example, paparazzi or something?"
Dimitrov thought Gawain was about to say something, and his face was full of concentration, but he was tricked by Gawain and stood there in a daze with a stupid look on his face.
"Haha." Tim couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Then, Tim saw Dimitrov looking at him with narrowed eyes, a threatening look in his eyes. He waved his hands repeatedly, trying to restrain his smile, but the corners of his mouth could not help but rise. You could tell at a glance that he was an honest man who could not hide his emotions at all, and his eyes were full of smiles.
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Dimitrov was a jokester. He shook his head at Tim, looking sad. "Domi, do you think so too?"
Tim was speechless. He waved his hands and shook his head, looked at Dimitrov and then at Gawain, trying to defend himself with a panicked expression.
But obviously, Tim's articulation was not as eloquent as the other two. He couldn't think of a better way to respond for a while, and his words became hesitant.
"Grigor."
"Grigor!"
"You still owe me a favor this week. I gave you my doubles partner, so I missed the doubles match. So, you can't attack me."
“This is a gentleman’s agreement.”
Dimitrov's eyes widened, he couldn't believe his ears, "Domi, I didn't expect you to be like this, Domi, it's obvious that you don't need doubles, okay?"
"I'm the one who needs help with my conditioning, how can you say that to me? Oh, it breaks my heart."
"Did you hear that? The sound of my heart breaking?"
Dimitrov was in a good mood and rarely showed off his attitude. The depression and gloom of the past three months were swept away and the world became bright again.
Tim, an honest man, was completely at a loss. He stared at Dimitrov in amazement, then turned to Gawain with a look for help.
The Mediterranean sunshine shines down unhindered, wandering among the green and blue. A smile stirs lightly in the chest, and I greet the clay court season that has already begun with a positive and optimistic attitude. Outside of the game, life also blooms brilliantly.
It's like heaven.
(End of this chapter)