Chapter 988 Emotional Catharsis

"… Is it really okay for us to just leave like this?"

Pelt was still a little worried. He looked back every few steps and could hardly take a step.

Professional training still requires on-site supervision and guidance from coaches.

Don't underestimate this matter. Many sports injuries are caused by daily negligence: drinking beer and getting stabbed in the sole of the foot by a broken glass, slipping on water stains while cleaning and causing a muscle tear, cleaning curtains and breaking a leg, warm-up training leading to an inexplicable arm fracture...all kinds of accidents have happened.

Now, Gao Wen's career is in a rapid rise, everything is going smoothly, and the last thing Pelt wants to see is unnecessary accidents.

Sometimes, a little accident may cost you your entire career.

The most famous accident in the world is probably Seles.

In 1988, Graf won all four Grand Slams and the Olympic Games, achieving the Golden Slam and reaching her peak; in 1989, Seles emerged.

In 1990, at the French Open, Seles defeated Graf in the final and won the championship at the age of only sixteen years and six months. This marked the beginning of her heyday. From 1990 to 1992, she won seven Grand Slam titles and the year-end finals for three consecutive years, putting Graf under great pressure.

On April 30, 1993, during the quarterfinals of the Hamburg International Tournament, during the break between games, Seles was stabbed in the back by a fanatical Graf, shocking the world.

After that, Seles suffered both physical and mental damage and stayed away from the court for two years.

In July 1995, Seles announced her comeback.

Although Seles still reached the Grand Slam finals four times in her second professional career, she only won one championship; she also won 21 other championships, but her overall performance was far inferior to that before the injury, mainly due to constant injuries and the physical decline caused by weight gain, and her competitiveness gradually declined.

Before the assassination, he won eight Grand Slam titles; after the assassination, he only won one.

When people talk about the talented girl, when people talk about the ill-fated life, when people talk about "if there were no accidents, the career may be completely different" -

Seles is always at the top of the topic list.

Of course, the example does not mean that Pelt is worried that the same tragedy will happen to Gawain, but that "accidents" can often cause everything to get out of control.

They need to pay more attention and be more responsible for the players' daily lives, not just what happens on the court and training ground.

A large part of the so-called "accidents" are due to negligence. If they can be avoided, we naturally don't want them to happen.

But Sampras doesn't think so.

After he tried to convince Pelt with words but to no avail, he simply put his arm around Pelt's shoulders, almost kidnapping him, and forcefully pushed Pelt away, without hesitation, no lingering feelings, or worry, while muttering to himself.

"Martin, don't you see it yet?"

"Gregor obviously needs a little catharsis, he needs his friend Gawain, not his training partner Gawain, and us old guys can't help."

Pelt tried to argue, "But..."

Sampras used his interruption skill very firmly. "No buts. Martin, you should trust Gawain. We trust Gawain more than anyone else. When did he ever need us to worry? If he wanted us to stay and help, he would have asked for it. What do you think?"

Pelt opened his mouth, and although he still had many thoughts in his mind, he was eventually dragged away by Sampras.

Agassi was right next to them. He didn't interrupt the whole time. He was smiling, with his hands behind his back, and walked forward unsteadily.

As soon as he left the training ground, Sampras noticed that the phone in his pocket began to vibrate. He let go of Pelt, took out his phone and glanced at it: Tobias.

Sampras showed the other two people the caller ID on his phone. "It seems that the master has finally realized that one of his players may have disappeared."

Dimitrov showed up at UCLA without any team.

Even if you are slow, you should be able to detect something unusual.

This is also the reason why Sampras took Pelt away after the training: before becoming a player, they were first ordinary people, ordinary people with flesh and blood, who would be happy, nervous, sad, angry, and occasionally hate tennis.

Sampras picked up the phone, but Pelt couldn't help but turned his head to look at the court.

Noticing from the corner of his eye that Agassi had stopped beside him, Pelt sighed softly.

"I know, I believe in Gawain, he always knows what he is doing, but sometimes, I can't help but wonder if we have forgotten that Gawain is only nineteen years old."

Agassi thought about it carefully, "Some people are nineteen years old, but they act like they are forty-five; some people are forty-five years old, but they act like they are nineteen."

Nineteen? Forty-five?

Why do I always feel that Agassi's words are implying someone? Pelt followed Agassi's gaze and looked at Sampras. Sampras, who was on the phone, turned his head around, staring back with wide eyes, and mouthed: "What are you looking at! Haven't you seen a handsome guy?"

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Pelt retracted his gaze, looked at Agassi, and nodded seriously, "Yes, you are right."

The setting sun is burning all over the sky and the earth. The brilliant orange color reflects the youthful and sweaty faces. The white jerseys flutter in the wind. They are running like this, running without thinking, as if they are ready to run all the way to the ends of the earth without getting tired.

It’s great to be young.

Suddenly, Pelt felt relieved. Perhaps he was thinking too much. He should have been braver when he was young and gone out to explore, explore and challenge things. Otherwise, at his current age, he would not have the energy to continue struggling. He would become timid and would have lost his courage long ago.

This is also the most precious shining point of Gawain, right? Tap-tap-tap! Tap-tap-tap! On the training ground, the sprinting footsteps continued to rub against the ground, and the squeaking sound seemed to be about to catch fire. Even the dripping sweat evaporated in the rolling heat wave, so that the whole body was steaming. Looking from a distance, the scene was really a bit funny.

Sprint!

Sprint again! Run faster and faster!

However, Dimitrov was still unable to shorten the distance. Not only did he fail to shorten it, but he could also see with the naked eye that the distance was widening little by little.

As he ran, Dimitrov found that he had been trapped by Gawain.

In the final stage, Gawain simply turned around, faced Dimitrov, and slowly ran backwards, occasionally raising his right hand to greet him.

Was this humiliating him? Dimitrov gritted his teeth and tried to exert force again, just like the tortoise and the hare, proving that pride must fail. He could still turn the situation around, but just as he pushed off the ground, his knees went weak and he couldn't hold on to the ground at all.

Exerting force also becomes unloading force.

The gushing power caused his knees to go weak, and the whole person rolled forward, one forward roll, two forward rolls, and then rolled out with a gurgling sound.

Literally, rolled all the way.

(End of this chapter)