Chapter 1253 Weathered
Muscle tear; serious condition.
There is no need for even more words, just two key words are enough to deeply feel the severity of the situation. Maybe muscle tear is not a serious injury that requires half a year or a year of recuperation, but it is not a simple injury like thigh cramp or ankle sprain. The specific situation still needs to be examined on a case-by-case basis.
In today's match against Nadal, Raonic finally left the court in a wheelchair because his right leg could no longer effectively support his body.
No wonder everyone is so worried and doesn't even dare to ask directly.
Even the coaching team that is closest to and most familiar with Raonic has to be cautious. Treating injuries is a professional thing, but treating players is a psychological thing.
No one wants to face injuries, partly because injuries are physical pain, but there are also psychological issues that need to be dealt with. There is no correct answer to the whole thing. Even the same player facing injuries at different times will have completely different mental adjustments.
Speaking it out is equivalent to facing the problem directly. This is the first step, and the huge rock pressing heavily on the chest will loosen a little.
Although Raonic still couldn't laugh, his tense jaw line relaxed a little, and those difficult facts seemed to be easier to face.
"I still need to go back and check the specific situation. I have already booked a flight for tonight."
Dimitrov was a little surprised. "Just go to Paris for the checkup. Are you planning to return to Toronto?"
Raonic nodded. "I took X-rays and showed them to several different doctors, including my personal doctor. They all thought it might be troublesome and did not rule out the possibility of surgery. So, I am going to go back to Toronto for further examination and see if I need surgery."
If surgery is required, it is highly likely that you will miss the entire clay court season, and the grass court season may also be thrown into a fog.
At this point, Gawain could have continued to joke, teasing Raonic for skipping the entire clay-court season to conserve his energy for a big season on grass, and used such words to liven up the atmosphere, but he didn't do so: because this was no longer the time to joke.
No wonder Raonic is in a heavy mood. His injury situation is shrouded in mystery and remains unresolved. The fear of the unknown is even worse than the injury itself.
Gawain thought of himself. Once, when he felt a pain in his knee, the whole world was dimmed, and all the sounds and colors disappeared. Even though time has passed and the time and space are different, that feeling is still vivid and clear in his mind.
"It's obviously terrible to be injured, but the only thing that can be done is to get checked out and treated as soon as possible before it gets worse."
"If surgery is needed, arrange it as soon as possible. I look forward to playing against you in this year's grass court season."
Simple and sincere.
Gawain did not say, "Injury is not a big deal" or "Things will be fine", because he knew that these were all polite words, or even lies, which only provided false comfort to Raonic. Instead, it was the truth from the heart that could bring real energy.
He and he, looking forward to fighting on the grass, a head-on confrontation -
Because Gao Wen believes that Raonic can return to full health and still maintain top competitiveness, the future of this group of young people has just begun.
Such an attitude is worth more than a thousand words. The belief hidden in the words is so firm and clear, just like the North Star, lighting up a ray of light in the darkness, guiding those who are lost to move forward firmly, step by step towards hope.
Raonic could feel a warm current flowing through his heart, and his nose felt slightly sore.
But Raonic still controlled himself. Looking at Gawain, thousands of words surged in his mind, but it was difficult to express them clearly in a few words. So, Raonic raised his chin slightly, smiled and shook his head gently.
"No, no, no, Gawain, you are no match for me on the grass."
That confident look made Gawain open his mouth in disbelief.
This expression immediately made Raonic and Dimitrov both burst into laughter.
Dimitrov looked at Raonic, his eyes flickering slightly, with a sense of bond between them as brothers in distress.
Although Dimitrov has not suffered any injuries, his form has been sluggish in the past two months. He feels like he is trapped in a cage and is about to explode. The pressure from the clay court season and the grass court season is overwhelming, just like Raonic's situation.
They, this group of young people, are all going through different stages of their careers, facing similar yet different dilemmas. They are competitors on the court but also partners in their careers. Even if they don't spend much time together in private, their fighting camaraderie is still different.
In Raonic, Dimitrov saw frustration and defeat, but also himself.
Dimitrov is a perfectionist who can neither accept nor forgive his own poor performance on the court.
But competitive sports are often like this: the more you want to perform well, the more likely you are to trip yourself up, and ultimately you're tying yourself up in knots.
Raonic needs to face injuries.
Dimitrov needs to face his inner demons.
They all have their own battles to fight and with the ultimate challenge in the short term at Wimbledon, time is running out for them.
"Milos, get well soon, we'll all be waiting for you at Wimbledon."
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As he spoke, Dimitrov's nose felt a little sour. It was too sudden and too unexpected. Even Dimitrov himself did not anticipate the surge of emotions.
Since the beginning of this year, the ubiquitous pressure has been piling up for too long and is too heavy. Perhaps they themselves are not aware that their bodies and minds are suffering from the torture and test of multiple pressures.
Hearing Dimitrov say this, Raonic's eyes also turned slightly red. He lowered his head in embarrassment and hurriedly concealed his expression.
Gawain shook his head slightly. "Gregor, do you mean to look down on Milos? He is not going to miss the Roland Garros train."
One sentence immediately made the atmosphere relaxed.
Raonic was about to raise his head to respond, and then he heard Dimitrov's surprised voice, "Milos really plans to continue playing on clay?"
The questioning voice and Dimitrov's serious and focused expression immediately made Raonic look at him with a depressed look on his face. "Grigor, are you questioning my clay court skills or my recovery ability?"
"Milos, be more confident. Gregor is just questioning your ability." Gawain said simply.
Dimitrov: Phew.
Raonic couldn't hold back and burst into laughter, "Gawain!"
Gawain raised his hands in surrender, his face full of innocence, as if he didn't realize what he had just said.
Raonic was speechless.
This honest man, who was usually simple and shy, looked at Gao Wen, helpless, opened his mouth, and finally couldn't hold back, and all the words turned into a smile and were released.
(End of this chapter)