"Hey! Gregor!"
Gawain took the initiative to greet him at the entrance of the training ground. As a landlord, he welcomed the guests and gave his friend a hug enthusiastically.
"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 cyan color under his deep eyes, and the faint hint of tiredness between his eyebrows made him look listless. The corners of his mouth were raised, trying to squeeze out a smile, but he still couldn't hide his deep tiredness, as if even The California sunshine has lost its temperature.
"What, you're not welcome?"
Dimitrov made a small joke, but it was not as light as a joke at all. The corners of his mouth could clearly feel the pull of gravity, and then they rose up. Then they calmed down immediately, and then he tossed his lips a little irritably. hair.
"Sorry, I'm not in a good state."
"I just lost in Rotterdam and now I feel like a piece of rubbish."
The Australian Open stopped in the top 16 and lost to Murray. Strictly speaking, the result of that game was not unexpected, but it was still lower than expected.
Among them, there are the expectations of the outside world and the expectations of Dimitrov's team. After experiencing the upward momentum in 2014, Dimitrov also looks forward to further progress in his career. The "Big Four vs. Challengers" Topic pressure also exists objectively for him.
Therefore, after losing, they needed to readjust their expectations and their state. Dimitrov's team held a meeting as soon as possible——
Including Tobias.
After discussion, the schedule was temporarily adjusted.
After the Australian Open ended, Dimitrov only adjusted for a week, 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 Championship.
pity.
The result of the game was unsatisfactory. To be precise, it was even worse than the state of the Australian Open——
Dimitrov suffered an upset loss to unseeded Dutch player Gilles Muller in the second round.
On the whole, the shadow of the Australian Open's failure to reach the top 16 should still have an impact. At the same time, attention and pressure from the outside world also exist objectively.
Gawain could completely understand this. Even though he was standing on the court, he seemed to be out of his mind, and nothing felt right no matter how he hit the ball.
In fact, Gawain 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 Gawain could feel his tiredness.
All the torment and torture of the long-distance flight were deeply left in the bags under my eyes, which hung down for a long time, as if they would be blown away by the wind if I persisted a little longer.
Even the soul is swaying in the strong wind of California. If you don't catch it, it will be swept away nine days 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 couldn't sit up. I tossed and turned, trying to create some waves. As a result, the motionless sea surface became completely silent, completely declaring that all efforts were in vain."
The tongue full of complaints made Dimitrov twitch the corner of his mouth slightly, and a slight smile appeared in his eyes, "Although I have not experienced entering the Dead Sea, I am very, very close."
Gawain raised his chin slightly, revealing an inscrutable expression, "I know this expression best. It is the legendary fixed stage of 'starting to doubt life every once in a while.'"
"Huh. Is there another exclusive stage?" Dimitrov found a little smile.
Gawain gently nodded and said mysteriously, "Everyone has it. He doubts why he plays tennis, doubts the meaning of playing tennis, doubts his life goals, doubts all the decisions in life... and so on. "
"To put it simply, it is to be surrounded by a kind of nihilism, as if everything is questionable and everything is meaningless."
Phew.
Dimitrov was amused by Gawain's mysterious expression, and finally found some smile, "Gawain, I'm sorry, but you really look like a magic stick like this. You know, it's like a legend/ The same as the head leaders of the sales/assembly.”
As he spoke, Dimitrov realized that his words might cause misunderstanding and was about to explain, but unexpectedly, 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 back and burst out laughing.
The mood seems to have cleared up a little.
Heavy rain turning cloudy.
Then, Dimitrov patted his golf bag and said, "Well, I need a sparring partner. Is this Grand Slam champion willing to reward me?"
In fact, Gawain’s first reaction was:
are you sure?
After a long flight from Rotterdam, across the Atlantic Ocean and across multiple time zones, it is obvious that the body needs to adjust and adapt to avoid injuries.
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. Instead, problems may arise.
But this time the situation is slightly different.
Normally, Dimitrov is a cheerful person, but he rarely makes jokes. Now, for once, Gawain was able to interpret the signal.
Moreover, tennis is indeed such a sport, going back and forth in different time zones, being in the American continent one second, arriving in Europe the next second, going from the airport to the court, there is no time to breathe at all, let alone practice and adjustment, non-stop Playing games on the ground, such situations are not uncommon.
Especially for low-ranking players, participating is one of their means of making a living. Even in Grand Slam tournaments, there is no adjustment time and they must go all out at all times.
Maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to train with Dimitrov at this moment.
then--
Gawain gently raised his chin, showing a thoughtful expression, "How much does it cost? I am very expensive, can you afford it?"
Dimitrov ignored Gawain, walked towards the court with the racket on his back, and then raised his voice and said, "How much? Come on, make a price, how much is it? I will write you a check now." "
As soon as he turned around, Dimitrov saw Gawain making a motion of rubbing his hands like a fly, then breaking the joints of his hands and feet, and then breaking the joints of his neck. The crunching sound was really scary, and he was mumbling something. .
"The enemy is here. Make money for a day and play for a year."
The lifelike expression finally made Dimitrov unable to control it anymore. He laughed heartily to the sky, raised his chin to look at the person through his nostrils, and raised his hand to curl his fingers at Gawain.
"Come on, let's see if it's worth the money. How about we warm up first and run back and forth?"
Gao Wen turned to look at Sampras, Agassi and others on the sidelines, spreading his hands with an innocent face.
"This challenger has already submitted his invitation to fight. He will come directly to the gym to compete. If he loses, he will not lose. I have to accept the challenge no matter what, so let's disrupt the training plan. I promise, I will never let you down. "
As he spoke, he jumped up and down, adjusted his steps and center of gravity, and ran in the direction of Dimitrov.
Peart consciously stood at the bottom line of the court and raised his right hand high.
"Everyone in your place!"
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