Chapter 253: No less
Boom!
Boom boom boom!
The mighty and vigorous public opinion rushed over like a zombie siege. Everyone was eager to tear a piece of fresh flesh from Zverev, and Zverev's irritability and anger further stimulated the excitement of the reporters.
Then, things just started to burn.
That night, Zverev flew into a rage, venting his anger towards his agent.
"God damn it! You just allow journalists to attack me like this and then do nothing?"
"Your job is to block those attacks, but now they are all rushing towards me. Is this normal? Are you eating for free with my salary?"
"Where are you?"
"ah!"
"Where the hell were you while those damn parasites were drinking my blood!"
"What happened? Tell me! They kept chirping the name of the hummingbird, but I had no idea what happened. He was just a tiny speck of dust. No one cared what happened to him. I didn't care if he exploded on the spot or was hit by a car."
"Did you hear that? I! Don't! Care!"
"Grass!"
“Gosh, gosh, gosh!”
Zverev's emotions were completely out of control. His entire team gathered around him, but no one dared to speak. They just faced the storm in silence, as if a hurricane was howling in the hotel room and no one dared to even breathe.
In fact, after the game, Zverev had already lost his temper, complaining that the reporter's questions were irrelevant. After he had vented his anger, his agent told Zverev what had happened, and then the volcano erupted.
When Zverev opened his social networking account, he easily saw the overwhelming insults that made him breathless. Then there was a downpour, and the whole room was swaying in the wind and rain.
After finally venting all his anger, Zverev finally noticed the photo of Gawain.
He frowned slightly. Wasn't this one of the passers-by who watched him in the organizing committee office that day? The memory immediately emerged in his mind. He originally thought that the memory was already vague, just a passer-by who he occasionally glimpsed a few days ago, but he didn't expect that the picture was very vivid, and even more vivid because of the photo in front of him, as if he could recall that look vividly again.
"I don't like him."
Subconsciously, Zverev started talking.
The physical rejection surged into his head. It was like this the first time he glanced at him by chance. Now, just recalling it in his mind, he felt the instinctive resistance again. Even without the reporter's instigation, he still didn't like him.
The inexplicable involvement of reporters during this period added fuel to the fire, and his internal organs were churning and burning.
Zverev needs to vent his anger, otherwise if he keeps it all in his chest, his performance tomorrow might be as unstable as a roller coaster.
Boom boom boom! After a round of bombardment, the hotel room finally regained its peace, with only the sound of Zverev's heavy breathing continuing to surge.
Until someone broke the silence.
"Sasha, your focus should not be on this unknown person. He may not even come in front of you. He is just a gimmick used by the media to hype. You don't have to pay attention to these passing cats and dogs."
"The Grand Slam is your goal, the top ten in the world are your opponents. Stay rational and don't be fooled by the reporter's nonsense. You will only help the shameless villain to hype the news and gain power. You should set your sights and mind on a higher stage."
The agent's words don't work, but the words of Alexander-Zverev-Junior still work. After all, he is the father, and Zverev was once a tennis player. As a veteran, he can see the great potential in his youngest son.
According to common sense, the eldest son/grandson usually inherits his father's or grandfather's name, but in the Zverev family, it is the second son who inherits his father's name, especially when the eldest son and the youngest son both play professional tennis.
From this we can see the high hopes that elder Zverev has for his youngest son. He hopes that his youngest son can inherit his mantle and fulfill his unfulfilled dream.
huff huff.
Zverev calmed down. He realized: Yes, how did he get into this mess? Who was that nobody? He just ignored him, so what? His career goal was to be the world's No. 1. He should never lower his status because of such an insignificant little guy.
He shouldn't, he shouldn't!
Thinking of this, Zverev felt relieved. "All I have to do is win the championship, right?"
There is no problem that one champion can't solve, and if that doesn't work, then two.
On the third day of the Binghamton Challenge, the battle for the quarterfinals reignited.
Gao Wen, who is known as the biggest dark horse of this challenge, took the stage first to face another unseeded player, Daniel-Cox from the UK.
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This was a match between two unseeded players. Compared with the other three quarterfinal matches, it lacked some highlights, so it was arranged to start in the first game.
After adapting in the first two games, Gao Wen showed his excellent ability to adjust and his performance was further improved. Facing an opponent who was only 170 cm tall, Gao Wen played actively and proactively throughout the game, becoming the one who dominated the offense and controlled the rhythm, firmly holding the game in his own hands.
“6:3”, “6:2”.
Gao Wen defeated his opponent in straight sets and advanced to the semi-finals with his head held high. He won three games in a row to reach the semi-finals in the first Challenge Tournament of his career.
After the game, the media exclaimed: "Gao's dark horse quality is becoming more and more amazing."
Previously, the media repeatedly used the topic of Gao Wen to provoke Zverev and Stakhovsky, purely to create a hot spot, without any expectations. However, they did not expect that Gao Wen's performance was so impressive that he actually made it to the semi-finals. Could it be that their words are really going to come true?
No way? At the same time, Zverev's performance is still struggling. It is difficult for others to judge what is going on with him. He is far from reaching his best state. It is unknown whether the impact of off-court news is more of a distraction or an incentive. At least from Zverev's reaction on the court: he really wants to win the game.
But competitive sports are like this, the balance between pressure and motivation is tricky and complex, and if you're not careful, it may get out of your control.
Zverev stood on the court, roaring and shouting constantly. He looked very anxious and impetuous, and his batting condition was indeed unsatisfactory.
Despite this, Zverev won the match.
"2:6", "7:5", "6:4".
It was another three-set battle, and another game that was pulled back from the edge of the cliff, but no matter what, we won in the end and occupied a place in the semi-finals.
(End of this chapter)