Rashid looked at Dimitrov in disbelief, as if he was seeing an alien creature, "Gregor!"
Dimitrov was also a little surprised. After all, he was still not good at attacking others. The words he blurted out in anger also sounded very harsh in his ears. At this time, under Rashid's gaze, he seemed slightly uncomfortable. Get comfortable.
However, just when Dimitrov was about to apologize, Rashid continued, "You should really see what you look like now. It's all your fault Gawain, he led you astray..."
Pu Lan: ...!
But before Rashid could finish his words, Dimitrov interrupted him rudely. It was rare to see Dimitrov's frustration and anger.
"Don't shirk responsibility, don't blame Gawain, don't..."
"Just don't!"
"Why do you always want to blame all the mistakes on Gao Wen? It was also because of him that I lost the game. It was also because of him that my poor training quality was due to him. I am already confused. Aren't you my coach? Why is everything so wrong? Are you blaming Gawain, or is he my coach?"
At this moment, Pulan remembered something:
Dimitrov was eliminated in the first round of this year's French Open, and Sharapova also suffered an upset loss to compatriot Safarova and was unable to defend her title in the fourth round.
Shouldn't the couple have left Paris sadly for a holiday to heal, but why is Dimitrov still at Roland Garros today?
Rashid stared at Dimitrov with a look of sorrow on his face, "Because he is a negative influence. He and you are two different types of players. Look at what you have become under his influence. You should..."
Dimitrov interrupted Rashid again. This was the second time in a short conversation. This was really different from the Dimitrov in his impression.
"What should I do?"
"Roger, you can tell me, what should I do?"
"You are my coach and you should not dictate my life. Gao Wen has never affected my training. On the contrary, he has been motivating me, not only in training, but also in games. He has been trying to help me get out of the slump. And told me to ignore the pressure and criticism and focus on my game."
"To me, he's a good friend and a good partner."
"Are you sure you don't know that you are the one who plays a negative role in my team?"
"And Gawain?"
"He is just an excuse. In the past, you passed the responsibility to Maria; then, you passed the responsibility to John; and now, you pass the responsibility to Gawain. Didn't you notice the hidden pattern?"
"It's always someone else's fault, it's always someone else's responsibility, what about you?"
"Aren't you my coach? Where is your place in these mistakes and responsibilities?"
After suppressing and suppressing, enduring and enduring, Dimitrov finally let it all out.
In fact, Dimitrov has a very gentle personality. He doesn't like conflicts and even subconsciously avoids conflicts. This can be seen from his playing style; if he encounters setbacks or frustrations, he often swallows them himself. Make things difficult for yourself and digest it all by yourself.
Rashid's problem has already started before Indian Wells. He doesn't like this or that, and he is picky in every possible way. He continues to put pressure on Dimitrov, even after last year's US Open. The attacks continued, but Dimitrov endured them all.
He kept reminding himself that Rashid was doing it for his own good, playing the role of a stern coach whose advice was hard to hear and that he needed to listen to. In the past two years, it was with Rashid's help that he completed his transformation, so he needs to be patient and not arbitrarily veto everything.
However, things just kept getting worse -
Originally, the clay court season had improved somewhat, and the doubles championship in Monte Carlo gave him confidence, and he also believed that he could have a breakthrough at Roland Garros; but Rashid continued to play a role of negative emotions, constantly destroying his belief. , maintain a negative attitude towards everything.
I can't bear it anymore, no need to bear it anymore.
But... Rashed couldn't listen anymore, and he couldn't see the signals emanating from Dimitrov's body.
In other words, selective ignorance.
Rashid still insisted on his point of view, and even became furious because of Dimitrov's words and grabbed Dimitrov's arm.
"Gregor, all this is John's conspiracy. He is trying to bundle you with Gawain. He is trying to use your popularity to promote Gawain. He is trying to make you a stepping stone for Gawain..."
"Roger!" Dimitrov tried to stop Rashid. He had no idea what Tobias had to do with his training, status, and performance. Tobias did not interfere with his training life at all.
But Rashid... couldn't stop the car.
"Gregor, can't you see? John is trying to alienate our master-disciple relationship, and then completely reduce you to a pawn that he can use at will. Just like today, making you Gawain's sparring partner? God, he How can you imagine how he could ruin you like this?"
"Roger!"
Dimitrov finally couldn't control it anymore, roared in a low voice, and threw away Rashid's arm.
"Shut up!"
"Shut up!"
"...Just...shut up!"
One sentence, another sentence, another sentence, even though I tried my best to suppress my voice, the thunder hidden in the words still came out, and I could even clearly feel the explosive feeling walking on the edge of the ceiling, and the tense atmosphere was directly ignited.
"You're crazy."
"Roger, you're crazy."
"Don't you realize it yet? Is Gawain using me now, or am I using Gawain? Do you really think Gawain still needs to use me to bundle sales?"
"I took the initiative to ask about the sparring matter. Gawain originally asked Dominic, but Dominic had already returned to Vienna, so I volunteered."
"Roger, do you understand?"
"I hope to train with Gao Wen. In training and games, Gao Wen taught me many things. His understanding of the game, his attitude towards the game, and his concentration on the game. These are things that I am eager to improve but always look for." If there is no other way, Gao Wen doesn't mind asking me, who was eliminated in the first round of the French Open, to be his sparring partner, because he believes in me, did you hear that? He believes in me."
Rashid was stunned——
He didn't expect it, not at all.
"I thought……"
However, Dimitrov was not ready to listen any more, "Roger!"
"Gregor, listen to me, calm down."
"Shut up!"
"Gregor!"
"Stop, stop! Please stop, please!" Dimitrov got angry. Very, very rarely, he got angry. He didn't usually show it, but it doesn't mean that the good gentleman has no temper. He glared at Rashid , you can even clearly see the veins on your neck standing out due to anger.
The air was slightly stagnant, surrounded by the cheers of fans and the comments of pedestrians. Those trivial sounds seemed to have completely ignored the surging in the corner, and the figures coming and going did not notice everything happening here, so close at hand. But it seems like two completely different worlds.
But the volcano in front of us finally erupted.
