Since the US Open came into public view last year, Tim has been going through a long trough. In fact, he is in a very similar situation to Gawain:
The oncoming pressure, rising expectations, and the impact of competitors are also the stages that every young player must go through after emerging; but for most young players, they do not have enough experience and wisdom to keep their heads clear. It is often easy to get into trouble.
Gao Wen is like this, and other young players are no exception.
Since the start of the new season, Raonic, Dimitrov, Kei Nishikori and others have been at the forefront, and the media will never let them go easily.
In fact, Tim is the same, struggling hard——
Auckland, Australian Open, and Doha were all eliminated in the first round; Rotterdam won one game and Marseille won two games. The season record before the Sunshine Double Championship was three wins and five losses.
Then, Indian Wells was eliminated in the first round again; Miami finally found some form and won four games in a row, but finally lost to Murray.
Originally, Thiem was already preparing to go to Casablanca to adapt to the clay court in advance, but because Miami regained his confidence, he was able to compete without fatigue.
For various reasons, although Tim is no longer unknown, if he has fans, it is still too early, so he is not used to it.
But at this time——
"Domi! Domi! Domi!"
Gawain was like an enthusiastic cheerleader, waving the flag and cheering for Tim. His arrogant look made Tim really uncomfortable.
Tim looked helpless and wiped his sweat with his wristband, but he didn't know how to stop Gawain. In the end, he just said hello in a slightly reserved manner.
"Hey, Gawain."
Dimitrov slowed down for a moment, and then noticed Gawain's appearance. He raised his arms high and shouted bluffingly, with a vivid expression.
"Double crown of sunshine! Double crown of sunshine! Double crown of sunshine!"
On the side, Tim breathed a sigh of relief. His predicament was finally resolved. However, he did not join Dimitrov's heckles. Instead, he was a little nervous and looked at Gawain worriedly, but he didn't know how Gawain would deal with it. Such an embarrassing scene?
Gawain himself is a master of pranks, so how could he be embarrassed?
Not only was there no embarrassment, but he also showed a smile, faced all directions, waved, and even deliberately placed his left hand on his waist, palm facing up, and raised it slightly, making a gesture that asked for cheers and screams, as if he was not satisfied with what he was seeing. The cheers were so weak that they were comparable to a championship parade.
That calm look immediately made Tim burst into laughter.
Dimitrov didn't mind either, his smile rose, and you could hear him complaining from a distance, "This guy really won't give in an inch."
Complaints are complaints, but he still jogged all the way to the net, raised his right hand high, and gave Gao Wen a high-five, and the training paused for a moment.
"How's it going? How about preparing for the clay court match?"
On that side, Tim stood there, at a loss - why was the training match interrupted? Although it was a training match, it couldn't be paused casually.
One point ended, and then Dimitrov just left him hanging here?
but!
Upon hearing Dimitrov's inquiry, Tim couldn't help but become curious, and ran over in a series of small steps, not hiding his curiosity at all.
Among active players, Tim has always admired and admired Nadal very much. Part of the reason is that Nadal is indeed the top goal of clay-court players, and Tim grew up on clay; the other reason is Nadal's game. Attitude, tenacious enough and tenacious enough.
Gao Wen went to Mallorca to train with Nadal. Not only the media and fans, but also players like them inevitably paid attention.
"Wait a minute, where is your training?" Gawain was not fooled and complained directly.
"Why is training important now? Of course gossip is more important." Dimitrov's face was full of smiles, and you could see that he was in a good mood bathing in the sunshine.
After Miami's disastrous exit last week, Dimitrov and Sharapova finally found the opportunity to sit down again and communicate their thoughts.
In fact, as Gawain guessed, they still love each other deeply. It is not that there is a third party, or that the relationship has lost its passion. It is precisely because their emotions are still strong that their plans for work and future have disappeared. The differences led to a cold war.
After their careers hit rock bottom, the two re-examined each other, ended their cooling-off period, and held each other's hands again.
When Gawain was still in Mallorca, Dimitrov couldn't help but send Gawain a text message, eager to announce the good news.
No voice or expression is needed, Dimitrov's happiness and joy can be felt from the words, without the haze of a sluggish state at all.
Until today, when the two friends finally met, one could see at a glance that Dimitrov was radiating sunshine from the inside out, which could not be concealed.
Gawain looked at Dimitrov seriously, "Gregor, otherwise, would you like to consider changing your profession? For example, being a paparazzi or something?"
Dimitrov thought Gawain was going to say something, and his face was full of concentration, but in the end, Gawain made a move, and he stayed in place with a stupid face.
"Haha." Tim couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter.
Then, Tim saw Dimitrov looking over with squinted eyes, flashing a threatening light. He waved his hands repeatedly, trying to suppress his smile, but he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. At first glance, he knew that he was an honest man who could not help but Hide your emotions and keep your eyes full of smiles.
Dimitrov was a joker, shaking his head at Tim with a sad look on his face, "Domi, do you think so too?"
Tim was speechless, waving his hands and shaking his head, looking at Dimitrov and then at Gawain, trying to defend himself, with a very panicked expression.
But obviously, Tim's speech was not as sharp as the two of them. He couldn't think of a better way to respond for a while, and he couldn't help but hesitate in his words.
"Gregor."
"Gregor!"
"This week, you still owe me a favor. I gave up my doubles partner to you, so I missed the doubles match, so you can't attack me."
"This is a gentleman's agreement."
Dimitrov's eyes widened and he couldn't believe his ears, "Domi, I didn't expect you to be like this Domi. You obviously don't need doubles, okay?"
"I'm the one who needs help adjusting. How can you say that to me? Oh, it breaks my heart."
"Did you hear that? The sound of my heart breaking?"
Dimitrov, who was in a good mood, rarely showed off his tricks. The depression and gloom of the past three months were swept away, and the world became bright again.
Tim, an honest man, was completely at a loss. He looked at Dimitrov dumbfounded, and then turned to Gawain with a look of help.
The Mediterranean sun shines down unobstructed, wandering in the green and blue eyes, the smile is so light in the chest, welcoming the clay court season that has kicked off with a positive and optimistic attitude, outside the game, life It also bloomed beautifully together.
Just like heaven.
(End of chapter)
