Chapter 674 Depression
Tobias did not speak immediately, but followed Gawain's gaze towards the direction of the court.
Dimitrov did not show his frustration and disappointment. He politely congratulated Murray and gave him a sincere hug.
However, when he returned to the dugout to pack his luggage, it could be seen that his expressionless face was suppressing his emotions.
When facing defeat, the players themselves are the ones standing in front of the behemoth more than others.
Even Kyrgios, who was drunk and dreaming after losing, always emphasized again and again that he didn't care about winning or losing. But every time the game didn't go well, no one was more angry and dissatisfied than him. He used all his strength to express his rejection and disgust of failure.
No one likes losing.
If even the bystanders are so disappointed and painful, how much more so the person involved? Moreover, this is only the first year, Dimitrov is like this, and so is Gao Wen. The careers of the two young people have just started. If they miss this year, they can make a comeback next year.
As a broker, you should at least have a little bit of this belief.
Tobias was experienced after all, and after a brief period of confusion and fluctuation, he regained his composure.
Clap, clap, clap.
Tobias clapped his hands vigorously and responded with warm applause, congratulating Murray and supporting Dimitrov.
Then, the smile finally returned to his lips, and Tobias regained his usual composure, but he couldn't help but look at Gawain carefully and asked curiously.
"So, before Pete and I officially become your team, who will tell you this if we lose?"
"John, before I met you guys, I never knew what it felt like to lose. It was hard to even think about losing."
So confident, so arrogant, and so ostentatious.
Tobias couldn't help but raise his chin, trying to break the limitation of his height and see the look in Gawain's eyes.
If anyone else had said this, the arrogance and conceit in his words would have been enough to make people roll their eyes; but Gawain's tone was full of self-deprecating sarcasm and ridicule, and was not disgusting at all.
On the contrary, the corners of your mouth may involuntarily rise.
Tobias' mood gradually brightened up, "How could I not know that you came all the way here to comfort me? Aren't the job responsibilities reversed?"
"I think so too, so have you ever thought about paying me?" Gao Wen asked seriously.
Tobias finally couldn't hold it back any longer and laughed happily.
After the show, Tobias and Gawain went to the locker room together. Standing at the door, Tobias hesitated. It seemed that his feet were stuck to the ground and he couldn't lift them up.
Although Tobias did not say much, Gawain could sense that he was not good at dealing with such things, just like Gawain's match just now. After learning the result of Kei Nishikori's match, Tobias did not go to the locker room to face Gawain directly.
But that doesn’t matter.
After all, everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses, and that is why there is a whole team behind each of them.
"John, why don't I go in and take a look first, and you come in later?"
"Okay...but, wait, are you sure? I mean, are you okay? How are you feeling now?"
"Don't worry, I won't cry."
Tobias looked at Gawain's serious expression and immediately knew that Gawain was joking. The smile lingered on his face for a moment, and then he saw Gawain push open the door of the locker room without any pause and walked away.
Standing at the door, his vision was blocked by the partition, and he couldn't see anything inside at all, but Tobias still stood there until the door closed again, then he let out a long breath -
There is no need to be frustrated or depressed, there is still next year, yes, there is still next year! So, it is time to start planning your off-season training plan.
Tobias also quickly cheered up and his brain started working quickly again.
Eeyore.
The sound of the locker room door being pushed open was not loud, but it exploded in Dimitrov's ears like thunder. He could clearly see that he startled and woke up from his thoughts. He straightened his body reflexively, shifted his eyes in panic, and then pretended that nothing had happened to him.
After adjusting his facial expression, he looked cautiously towards the door.
Seeing Gawain, Dimitrov finally breathed a sigh of relief. His tense shoulders relaxed a little and he forced a smile.
"Hey, man."
Although he had a smile on his face and took the initiative to say hello, his voice could hardly hide the dullness in it.
Gawain did not enter the locker room either. He leaned against the partition, looked at Dimitrov sitting on the bench from a distance, smiled, and then spoke bluntly.
"Mate, today's performance was not good enough."
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To say this, Gawain tried hard to imitate a British accent, but it was obviously not quite like the original. Instead, it seemed a bit clumsy, and the serious words became funny.
Dimitrov had a faint smile in his eyes, looking at Gawain with some helplessness.
"Are you imitating Andy?"
"No, the Scottish accent is another story. Wait, what, is my impersonation a little Scottish? Does this mean I've tapped into an unexpected talent?"
There is a joke about Murray: when he wins, he is "British" and when he loses, he is "Scottish." Hidden behind this is the turmoil within the UK.
Dimitrov looked at Gawain's vivid expression and couldn't help laughing out loud.
Unfortunately, the smile did not last long and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Then, one could see that his shoulders drooped slightly and the whole person seemed to become even more depressed. It was as if he was slowly drowning and sinking to the bottom of the lake without struggling.
If you look around carefully, you can find that Dimitrov's equipment bag is still placed in front of the cabinet, a little messy. His jerseys, towels, sneakers and other things have not been put away and are all piled up. He is sitting on the bench, his hair is still wet with sweat, and it seems that he has not showered yet.
It seemed that I didn't even have the energy to take a bath.
Gao Wen was a little surprised.
"Grigor?"
There was also some caution in the words.
Now, Gawain finally understood what Sampras and Pelt had just felt. After learning that Kei Nishikori had won, they were a little reserved in front of Gawain because of disappointment and regret, but also because they were not sure how Gawain would react and did not know how to comfort him.
The same is true for Dimitrov in front of him: everyone faces failure in different situations, and not everyone can be as open-minded as Gawain. After all, not everyone can win a second chance to start life like Gawain. Facing setbacks, difficulties, and reality, that feeling of frustration is inevitable.
The air became quiet, with only the sound of water gurgling into the underground tunnel.
(End of this chapter)