Until today, Mark seems to have finally realized that his idea was wrong——
He envied and even envied the attention that Yannick had won. Yannick seemed to be able to win all the attention easily without having to do anything at all.
However, just now, Mark watched a round at close range.
Yannick stood in front of Gawain, trying his best and burning wantonly. It was not that the goal just now was so wonderful, but that the tenacity and perseverance he showed were somewhat different from the scene he imagined in his mind, so that Mark
I couldn't help but hold my breath.
Only then did Mark understand.
When he was envious and jealous of his younger brother, he was sweating under the scorching sun in the training ground. Those boring trainings, all the hard work, hard work, and persistence were never as simple as he imagined. "Sit back and enjoy the results" has never been the rule in the world of competitive sports.
None of them exist.
Moreover, sometimes, even if you try your best, if you can't do it, you can't do it. Failure is failure. You have to accept the cruel reality with a bitter mouth.
This is the most helpless and painful place.
Watching the small figure on the court, running with all his strength and looking up at the sky helplessly at the end, Mark was just stunned on the spot.
Then, without even realizing it, Mark started clapping, and a touch of admiration quietly grew in his heart——
When Sieglinde said that Yannick needed to train for two hours.
In Mark’s opinion, “only two hours”? Don’t professional players need to train intensively for six or eight hours every day? What’s two hours?
Now Mark finally understands that while he said "only two hours" lightly, Yannick has to sweat countless hours. Every minute and every second is a contest of spiritual will. In the world of competitive sports, the climb to victory is
There are no shortcuts and there is no choice but to keep your feet on the ground.
On the court.
Sinner was slightly annoyed, because in the last shot, he could obviously do better, but his swing was slow and his steps were also slow——
To be precise, it was precisely because he was moving a little slower and his swing was not complete enough, so that the final ball hit the ball directly.
Damn it!
Raising his head, Sinner looked across the court. At this moment, he could see that Gawain raised his wrist guard and wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, but his face was full of sincerity, and he could even see that he was breathing heavily.
He felt his chest rising and falling continuously, as if the ball just burned his life energy.
Pfft.
Xinner really didn't expect that he would be such a wise man. He couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.
boom!
Seeing Gawain performing a pantomime, the crowd burst into laughter——
Aura is such a thing.
The same pantomime, when someone performs it, is a kind of ridicule and contempt, as if he is belittling his opponent, which is really unlikable.
But when someone performs it, it is a kind of self-deprecation and entertainment. Not only does it not belittle the opponent, but it can also bring positive effects.
Obviously, Gawain belongs to the latter.
That expression, that movement, and that look in his eyes were full of concentration and sincerity, but they made people laugh. Even Sina couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Then, the crowd watching the melon meal immediately understood Gawain's intention, and started to cheer as if expecting Gawain to really break a sweat, and also started to cheer because they expected Sinner to make Gawain show some real skills.
Cheer for the kid in front of you.
"Yannick."
"Yannick..."
At first, there were just some sparse shouts, scattered in every corner, a little lonely.
But after seeing the hurt expression on Gao Wen's face, the crowd at the scene became excited, and one or two people really worked hard.
"Yannick!"
The sounds gradually gathered together, twisted into a rope, and finally burst out with a force that cannot be underestimated, blooming proudly in the sky above the practice ground.
This time, it was no longer the advance arrangement of the Nike team, but the self-released shouts from the audience, which pushed this unexpected surprise event to a climax.
Gao Wen always seems to have the magic power to condense different thoughts and emotions on the scene, making independent individuals become a group, and then plunge into the game/practice with enthusiasm and passion, staying focused and enthusiastic.
So, this is also a kind of charisma?
Even Mark was no exception. He clenched his fists and raised his arms and shouted——
"Yannick!"
Sieglinde heard Mark's call immediately and turned his head suddenly, his eyes flashing with emotion.
Mark felt his mother's eyes and looked over subconsciously, but he was a little shy and reserved. It seemed that his thoughts had been seen through. Mark, who was still a child, turned his head in panic, trying to cover up his embarrassment and shouted
A little louder.
Without saying a word, Sieglinde just approached and hugged Mark.
Instantly, Mark's body tensed up.
It had been a long, long time since they had felt such warmth, so they were a little uncomfortable with it. Subconsciously, Mark wanted to dodge.
But after a moment of hesitation, the movement stopped. After all, Mark still didn't push his mother away. His shoulders were slightly stiff, and his right hand was raised high like the Statue of Liberty.
Sieglinde hugged Mark hard, without saying anything——
Doesn’t she understand her eldest son’s thoughts?
She understands, she understands everything.
But that’s what family members are like. The closer they are, the easier it is to hurt each other. Similarly, the closer they are, the harder it is to explain things clearly. In addition, Mark in adolescence is a little rebellious, a little sensitive, and a little stubborn.
, the distance between them unknowingly widened.
Originally, Sieglinde brought his younger son to participate in the event, and brought his eldest son along with him, hoping that the two brothers could go on a trip and get closer to each other; but Sieglinde never expected that the trip would make the two of them have a closer relationship.
Too many arguments will make things worse than at home.
As a result, it was such an activity that unexpectedly brought the two brothers closer together.
Sieglinde was filled with gratitude.
She leaned on Mark and waved her right hand along with him, shouting loudly, her eyes slightly heated up, and tears fell down as she shouted; as she shouted, a smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth.
A little bit, and a little bit more, the sound waves gathered together, releasing amazing energy.
Xinner was stunned. He had obviously never experienced such a scene. He was a little reserved and shy, but he couldn't help but feel excited.
So, is this what it feels like to stand under the spotlight and be surrounded by applause and cheers?
An unspeakable emotion slowly swelled up in his chest, warm and swollen, like a slowly rising hot air balloon.
Turning around, Sinner saw Gawain on the opposite side of the stadium, greeting the audience. The cheers were louder, louder, and he looked over with a smile on his face. Their eyes collided, and then Sinner could see Gawain's eyes rising.
His fighting spirit is like stars falling from the sky.
Suddenly, Xinner also became extremely passionate.
