Chapter 1718 Thought Burden
Martin raised his chin slightly, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, "As expected of a Grand Slam champion, your perspective is different, I can tell at a glance."
Gao Wen curled his lips, looking nonchalant, "Coach, there's no need to praise such a small thing, blush."
Martin couldn't help but smile at the pretentious attitude. "Sure enough, you are still the same as before, you just like to make jokes."
"Daily training is boring enough, we need to learn to entertain ourselves." Gao Wen said confidently, "Mike also liked to joke around before, but Marcos was always focused on his own world, so we all like to challenge Marcos and we all start to make a fuss as soon as something happens."
"Ha, you guys, it's only because Marcos has a good temper, otherwise you would probably all have started fighting..."
Martin was both amused and helpless, but he paused halfway through his words, as if he remembered something, and his expression became a little lonely.
"Maybe Mike should learn to relax. He's under too much pressure now."
"After all, there is a difference between a player and a captain. Plus, with the media's close attention, everyone is concerned about what kind of performance we can put forward this year..."
Gawain widened his eyes, glanced at Martin, then silently turned his head to look at the court, closed his mouth, and looked at him with an expression that said, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Martin's slightly frowned brows relaxed again and he burst out laughing again.
"Don't play dumb, I'm just implying something."
"Winning one Grand Slam is eye-catching enough, and this year we performed so well in all three Grand Slams. As a result, the entire NCAA is staring at us Bruins, as if we are the target of public criticism. Everyone wants to beat us to prove their ability."
"Come on, we are not the bullseye. You can get a perfect score by defeating us. There is really no need to try so hard, okay?"
Gao Wen looked embarrassed, "Coach, I'm really sorry, the light can't be blocked."
"Haha." Martin laughed out loud, "Hahaha!"
Laughter, stirring in the air -
On the training ground, the players turned their heads towards the source of the sound, and then saw Gawain and Martin sitting side by side.
Gao Wen was not shy and waved and greeted him generously.
One second, two seconds.
The air was slightly stagnant for two seconds. One by one, they exchanged glances, as if they couldn't believe their eyes, and immediately confirmed with their companions.
Rustling.
twitter.
In an instant, the training ground was like boiling water, gurgling and accompanied by billowing hot steam.
Although this is not the first time, during the offseason at the end of last year, Gao Wen was preparing for the new season at UCLA, and the campus was already bustling once at that time.
But when they saw Gawain up close again half a year later, everything seemed to have changed again. They witnessed Gawain writing glory step by step under pressure, and becoming a new symbol of the era of giants. Precisely because they had only seen it six months ago, it felt even more incredible.
When they witness miracles in front of the TV screen, they can't suppress their excitement and joy, and show off to their family and friends.
"I trained with Gawain..."
"...He was really, really friendly and had no airs at all."
"I think he is just a madman. He is too focused on training..."
Blah blah.
Then.
They saw Gawain again, the real Gawain who was moving and smiling, waving and greeting them, the Gawain who had given Federer a legendary five-set final last Friday. The boiling and mixed emotions could not be expressed in words, and one by one, they fell into frenzy.
It was a little slow, and McDonald also noticed it.
There was a gleam of joy in his eyes, and he raised his hands high and waved them vigorously towards Gawain. One could clearly feel the joy radiating from inside out.
But it only lasted for a moment, and MacDonald's expression became a little difficult. The joy and excitement subsided, and he withdrew his gaze embarrassedly.
Gawain noticed it, and Martin noticed it, too—
Martin glanced at Gawain, a little worried.
Although Martin believed in Gawain's character, the times had changed.
The current Gawain is surrounded by applause and flowers, but also bears unimaginable pressure. It is a completely different world. Even as mature as Gawain is, he is only nineteen years old after all, and change is inevitable.
Martin was worried that Gawain might misunderstand.
After thinking for a while, Martin explained, "Mike feels guilty and sorry for you."
Gao Wen was full of question marks, "Coach, this is not my team, why is he being so unfair to me?"
This reaction made Martin feel at ease again:
Gawain is still the same Gawain, no different from before.
Thinking back to his worries just now, it seemed a bit ridiculous, but at the same time he felt relieved. From the past to now, he had indeed not misjudged this young man.
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A smile quietly climbed up the corners of his mouth.
"Gao Wen, whether you admit it or not, in the eyes of others, you are the Brown Bears, and the Brown Bears are you. You are the core contributor to our winning the team and singles championships last year."
Gawain opened his mouth slightly, confused and surprised, "Uh, do they have any misunderstandings about the team competition?"
The contemptuous words immediately got to the point, and Martin laughed out loud, "Haha."
"I know you don't think so, and you never think so, but that's how life is, people can only see what they want to see."
"Especially after you topped Melbourne Park, the halo was so strong that the Bruins became synonymous with you, like an incarnation and a symbol."
"It may sound absurd, but many players in the NCAA believe that as long as they can beat the Bruins, they will beat Govan."
Just as he finished speaking, Martin saw Gawain's face full of the expression of a spectator. It was not a mocking expression or an attack, but an expression of watching a show.
Inexplicably, a sense of humor arises spontaneously, and the absurdity and funnyness of it are self-evident.
Martin also smiled, but then he let out a long breath.
“The problem lies not with others but with ourselves.”
"We performed really well last year and hardly lost any games. This year everyone is holding their breath to beat us and get back a point."
"We have already lost three important players, and our strength has been greatly reduced. Now we have a heavy burden to bear, and they don't want to live up to your reputation."
"then……"
As time goes by, it is inevitable that the mentality will fluctuate, the thoughts will be confused, and the state will fluctuate, and the team will fall into an unprecedented crisis.
Gao Wen understood, 100 percent.
In the past three months, Gao Wen himself has also experienced media attacks and attention, and unimaginable pressure has filled every corner of his life.
He was eliminated in the semi-finals of Roland Garros and Wimbledon after consecutive long-set deciders. Although the mainstream voices were applauding and cheering for Gawain, negative voices still existed.
Some people think that Gawain’s magical aura is gone, and just like Bouchard, he will slowly decline.
Some people believe that from the US Open to the Australian Open, Gao Wen won the championship with his outstanding performance at the critical moments; but when he came to the French Open and Wimbledon, he lost his courage and strength at the critical moments, and both times he lost the game in long sets. This may be the beginning of an epic decline.
Look, this is the Internet; this is reality.
(End of this chapter)