Chapter 987 Depression
"Hey! Gregor!"
Gao Wen took the initiative to walk towards the entrance of the training ground. As the host, he welcomed the guest and gave his friend a warm hug.
"I thought you returned to Miami, why are you here? Wait, did I remember the itinerary wrong?"
Dimitrov was a little tired.
There was a light blue color under his deep eyes, and the fatigue faintly revealed between his brows made him look listless. The corners of his mouth turned up, trying to force a smile, but it still couldn't hide his deep fatigue, as if even the California sunshine had lost its warmth.
"Why, you're not welcome?"
Dimitrov made a small joke, but it was not at all joking. One could clearly feel the pull of gravity at the corners of his mouth, which then went up, then immediately calmed down, and then he tossed his hair in annoyance.
"Sorry, I'm not feeling well."
"Rotterdam just lost and I feel like a piece of rubbish right now."
He was eliminated in the round of 16 at the Australian Open, losing to Murray. Strictly speaking, the result of that game was not unexpected, but it was still below expectations.
Among them, there are expectations from the outside world, as well as expectations from Dimitrov's team itself. After experiencing the upward momentum in 2014, Dimitrov also looks forward to his career going further. The topic pressure of "Big Four VS Challengers" is also objective for him.
Therefore, after losing, they needed to readjust their expectations and their state. Dimitrov's team held a meeting immediately.
Including Tobias.
After discussion, the schedule was temporarily adjusted.
After the Australian Open, Dimitrov only took a week to adjust, temporarily applied for a wild card, returned to Europe, and went to Rotterdam to participate in the 500-level event.
The most important thing is to adjust the state and rhythm to prepare for the upcoming North American Sunshine Double Crown.
pity.
The result of the match was not satisfactory. To be precise, it was even worse than the Australian Open.
Dimitrov was upset in the second round by unseeded Dutchman Gilles-Muller.
Overall, the shadow of being eliminated in the round of 16 at the Australian Open should still have an impact. At the same time, attention and pressure from the outside world also exist objectively.
Gao Wen could fully understand this. He was clearly standing on the court, but it seemed as if his soul was wandering outside, and no matter how he hit the ball, it didn't go right.
In fact, Gao Wen noticed that Dimitrov consciously avoided the topic and did not directly answer the question of why he flew directly from Rotterdam to Los Angeles, but Gao Wen could feel his tiredness.
All the fatigue and torture of the long-distance flight were deeply left in the eye bags, drooping down, as if if I could hold on a little longer, they would be blown away by the wind.
Even the soul is swaying in the strong winds of California. If you don't hold on to it, it will be swept away into the sky like a kite with a broken string.
Gawain looked at Dimitrov and spoke in a light tone.
“It’s like floating on the surface of the Dead Sea.”
"No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't sink, but I couldn't sit up either. I tossed and turned, trying to create some waves, but the motionless sea surface was dead silent, completely declaring that all my efforts were in vain."
The full tone of complaints made Dimitrov's mouth twitch slightly, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes, "Although I have not entered the Dead Sea to experience it, but it is very, very close."
Gawain raised his chin slightly, revealing an unfathomable expression. "I know this expression best. It's the legendary fixed stage of 'starting to doubt life every once in a while'."
"Huh. There is a special stage?" Dimitrov regained a little smile.
Gao Wen nodded slightly and said mysteriously, "Everyone has doubts. They doubt why they play tennis, the meaning of playing tennis, their life goals, all the decisions they make in life... and so on and so forth."
"In short, it is surrounded by a kind of nihilism, as if everything is doubtful and meaningless."
Puff.
Dimitrov was amused by Gawain's mysterious expression and finally managed to smile. "Gawain, I'm sorry, but you really look like a charlatan. You know, like the head of a pyramid scheme."
As he spoke, Dimitrov realized that his words might be misunderstood, and was about to explain, but he didn't expect that Gawain took the lead.
Gawain looked at Dimitrov with a serious expression on his face, "Thank you for the compliment."
Wait, is this... a compliment? Dimitrov finally couldn't hold it in and burst into laughter.
My mood seems to have brightened a little.
Heavy rain turning to cloudy.
Then, Dimitrov patted his golf bag and said, "How about it? I need a sparring partner. Is this Grand Slam champion willing to give me a chance?"
In fact, Gao Wen’s first reaction was:
are you sure?
The long flight from Rotterdam, across the Atlantic Ocean and across multiple time zones, obviously the body needs to adjust and adapt to avoid injuries.
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Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Dimitrov is no longer in his best condition, and his training may not necessarily achieve the best results, but may even cause problems.
But this time the situation is slightly different.
Normally, Dimitrov was a cheerful person, but he seldom joked, but this was one of the rare times that Gawain was able to interpret the signal.
Moreover, tennis is indeed a sport where players travel back and forth between different time zones. One second they are in America and the next they are in Europe. Players go from the airport to the court without any time to breathe, let alone practice and adjust. They have to play the game without stopping. Such situations are not uncommon.
Especially for low-ranking players, participating in competitions is one of their means of making a living. Even in Grand Slam tournaments, there is no adjustment time and they have to go all out at all times.
Maybe, training with Dimitrov at this moment is not a bad idea.
then--
Gao Wen raised his chin slightly, revealing a thoughtful look, "How much is the fee? I'm very expensive, can you afford it?"
Dimitrov ignored Gao Wen and walked towards the court with his racket on his back. He then raised his voice and said, "How much? Come on, name a price. How much do you want? I'll write you a check right now."
Turning around, Dimitrov saw Gawain rubbing his hands like a fly, then cracking his hand and foot joints, and then cracking his neck joints. The crisp crackling sounds were really scary, and he was muttering something.
"I've been fooled. I make money for one day and have fun for a year."
The vivid expression finally made Dimitrov unable to control himself any longer. He laughed heartily, raised his chin and looked at people through his nostrils, then raised his hand and hooked his finger at Gawain.
"Come on, let's see if it's worth it. Let's warm up first and run back and forth, how about that?"
Gao Wen turned his head to look at Sampras, Agassi and others on the sidelines, spread his hands with an innocent look on his face.
"This challenger has already issued a challenge, and he has come directly to challenge me. I have to accept the challenge no matter what. Let's disrupt our training plan. I promise that I will never let you down."
As he spoke, he jumped and adjusted his steps and center of gravity, and ran towards Dimitrov.
Pelt stood consciously at the baseline of the court and raised his right hand high.
"Everyone, take your positions!"
(End of this chapter)