Chapter 1503 Alone

Standing at the entrance of the training ground, watching the basic training going on on the court, Dimitrov was a little dazed. His first reaction was that he thought he had walked into the wrong court. Could it be that the young players were training?

He subconsciously raised his head, and the bright golden sunlight penetrated into his eyes. He felt dizzy and his body swayed. He quickly stood firm, retracted his gaze, took a deep breath, and regained his composure.

Turning around, you can see the surging crowd surrounding the door. Although this is a private training, it still cannot stop the local fans of Eastbourne from flocking in and waiting anxiously.

In the crowd, a red-haired girl held up the latest June issue of "Tennis". The cover character was Gao Wen, who was dressed in a fashionable and avant-garde outfit. His aloof and cold fashion posture showed a completely different look.

——Ah, I’m not wrong.

Dimitrov came to his senses and made sure he had not found the wrong training ground.

He took a deep breath and stepped onto the court carrying his equipment bag. The familiar texture of the grass made Dimitrov feel excited, but in the blink of an eye he was pulled down and hit the ground heavily.

The grass season is the moment that Dimitrov looks forward to and loves the most every year. Wimbledon is the supreme palace of his childhood dreams. He has dreamed of lifting the golden championship trophy more than once.

However……

In his current state, let alone winning the championship, he might even have a hard time in the first week. His confidence and enthusiasm have fallen to the lowest point.

He was somewhat resistant to Wimbledon, not because he disliked it, but because he didn't want to trample on his dreams with a terrible performance. Perhaps as long as he didn't step onto that court, he wouldn't tarnish the Wimbledon in his heart.

call……

"Grigor!"

A sunny call broke the chaotic thoughts in Dimitrov's mind. He hurriedly calmed down his emotions, smiled and raised his head, then he saw Gawain's sweaty smiling face.

"Hey man, you're late!"

The first word was a joke, and Dimitrov couldn't help but chuckle.

"Feel sorry."

In fact, Dimitrov was not late.

After the French Open, Dimitrov returned to his home in Monte Carlo and rested for two days with Sharapova. They both needed to relax. This year's clay court season was full of ups and downs for both of them.

After the adjustments, Dimitrov set off for Eastbourne to meet up with Gawain to prepare for the grass court season. This was Tobias' idea.

As the defending champion of the Queen's Club, Dimitrov is under tremendous pressure to maintain his serve. If he is not careful, he may fall out of the top 20 or even top 30 in the world rankings. He needs to improve his condition as soon as possible.

Tobias suggested that Dimitrov and Glover train together. He did have selfish motives. He hoped that Dimitrov could help Glover quickly adapt to the grass, and he also hoped that Glover could help Dimitrov get out of the trough. In addition, Sampras should also be able to give some advice.

Sampras knew this very well, but he did not object because Dimitrov and Glover were friends - sometimes there are things that are more important than training and competitions, and because Dimitrov, as a grass court expert, could really help Glover, he agreed it was a good idea.

Compared with Gawain, Dimitrov does not need to continue basic training. He arrived in Eastbourne two days later, so they did not agree on a time. Today, Dimitrov came to the training ground mainly for recovery training and some simple basic training.

Despite this, in the face of Gawain's ridicule, Dimitrov still apologized in a good-tempered manner.

The helpless expression made Gawain laugh heartily. He had just finished a set of training and took the opportunity to drink water and take a breath to give Dimitrov a big hug to welcome him and made a few jokes with a chuckle.

"As expected, a master is a master, unlike us beginners", "I guess you have already figured it out, so we ordinary people shouldn't give you any advice", "Master, come off the court, or give me some pointers on your forehand movements"...

The jokes that come to mind are so funny that you can't stop laughing.

But soon, Gawain noticed Dimitrov's depression.

Normally, faced with such jokes, Dimitrov would often joke along with him, and the tacit understanding between them could liven up the atmosphere; today, Dimitrov seemed a little reserved, just standing there smiling quietly, playing the role of a quiet handsome man.

A little strange.

Subconsciously, Gao Wen thought of Sharapova. Did something happen between them in Monte Carlo? However, Gao Wen was not going to gossip. If Dimitrov was not going to say anything, he was not going to ask. He would wait until Dimitrov wanted to say something, and then he would speak naturally.

So, we changed the topic and returned to training.

"Hey, where's Roger?"

Tennis is an individual sport, but players cannot act alone, they need the support of coaches and teams. Although Gao Wen doesn't like Rashid, since Rashid is Dimitrov's coach, he needs to maintain respect and there is no need to tell his friend's team what to do.

Dimitrov: ...

Expression, a little embarrassed.

Gao Wen didn't understand.

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Dimitrov hesitated for a moment, "Roger and I have terminated our partnership. I plan to play on my own in this grass season."

Gawain: ??? It took Gawain a while to react. "So, you feel lost because of Roger? I thought something happened between you and Maria."

Dimitrov: ...

Looking at Dimitrov's constipated expression as he cursed with his eyes, Gawain blinked his eyes and said, "Can I finally tell the truth now?"

"I don't like Roger Rashad."

"Honestly, I don't like his self-righteousness. He always bosses people around, as if he is the only one who is right in the world and he is the only correct answer. If there is a slight difference of opinion, it's as if the whole world is against him. Please, he is not that important and he is not that authoritative, okay?"

"I don't like him."

Gao Wen said these words in a sarcastic and joking manner, even a little exaggerated, hoping to liven up the atmosphere.

Unexpectedly, Dimitrov's mouth only slightly raised, and then revealed a little disappointment, "So, you have already seen it?"

As if lacking confidence, Dimitrov said to himself, "I should have fired him earlier, maybe there wouldn't be so much farce."

farce?

Gao Wen caught a key word and his gossip sense was stirring, but Gao Wen also knew how to measure his temper. Obviously, now was not the best time for gossip. Instead, Dimitrov's confidence crisis was more serious. Such a Dimitrov seemed a little unfamiliar.

In Monte Carlo, and even in Paris, Dimitrov had not been so hesitant, but now everything seemed uncertain.

Although Gawain didn't know what happened between Dimitrov and Rashid, he was sure that it was not a good thing.

(End of this chapter)