Gao Wen was very surprised that he did not pay attention to changes in the world rankings all the time.
In his opinion, he has only participated in three ATP professional-level events at the US Open, Imperial Capital and Magic City so far. How can he possibly compete for a seat in the year-end finals?
So this matter never entered Gawain's radar.
But now that Sampras said this, Gawain couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes, and then received affirmative answers from Peart and Tobias, but there was still not much sense of reality.
"If that's the case, then of course you have to go all out and give it a try."
As he spoke, the smile on his lips was already rising, and his eyes were shining with excitement, wanting to roll up his sleeves and go into battle right away.
"That's the year-end finals. It's an opportunity to compete with the top players who performed best this year. How could you miss it?"
In Gao Wen's eyes, those are just piles of wool, whether they are the Big Four or other players shortlisted for the year-end list, they are all like this!
Compared with victory or defeat, the opportunity to stand on the court and fight at the top of the Forbidden City is the most rare and precious.
Gawain is already gearing up.
Tobias's eyes showed a hint of joy, but Pelt was anxious, "Gawain, your physical ability."
"Do you know how bad your physical condition is now? You need to train systematically, otherwise, even if you stand in the O2 Arena, your performance will be a disaster."
"Training is the cornerstone of the game. You should be smarter."
Peart's words were a bit harsh, and he pointed to the key point bluntly.
Tobias's expression changed slightly, and he was about to argue with Peart, but Sampras stopped him with his eyes in time. Almost at the same time, he could hear Gawain's thoughtful expression and his head gently.
.
"Martin is right."
This time, it was Tobias's turn to be anxious, so he called out "Gawain". As a result, he saw Gawain smile again, seeming to have made a decision, and spoke in a brisk and understated tone.
"It's better than this."
"We arrived in Paris, trained systematically for a week, and then competed for two consecutive weeks. Where did Pete say just now? Valencia and Paris?"
"Yes, then there will be two weeks of games between Valencia and Paris. We will go all out and fight heartily to see if we can get a place in the year-end finals."
Um?
Is this...a compromise?
Instead of participating fully for three consecutive weeks, train systematically for one week and then compete for two consecutive weeks.
If you can successfully qualify for the year-end finals, you can get a week of rest and training before participating in the Huashan Sword Competition; if not, then the Paris Masters will be the last stop of the season.
In this way, it can not only solve Peart's concerns, but also adhere to Tobias's philosophy.
Perfect!
Sampras's eyes suddenly lit up. Although he didn't want to admit it, deep down, Sampras still had a competitive spirit, eager to fight and win.
He still hopes that Gao Wen can give it a try, but now as a coach, he keeps reminding himself not to be so willful and to take a long-term view of everything. After all, he needs to consider more things now, and he needs to be the leader of the entire team.
Leader, give Gawain correct advice.
But obviously, Peart and Tobias didn't think so, both of them showed very serious expressions.
Tobias seized the opportunity to speak first.
"Gawain, are you sure?"
"With your current points, even if you compete for three weeks, you still need to see the performance of your direct competitors. If you compete for two weeks, it will definitely be more difficult. Maybe you need to win two consecutive events to gain a chance.
, the chance is very, very slim, and it is very likely that the work will be in vain.”
"If you are planning to sprint for a spot in the year-end finals, you'd better..."
Tobias's words were a little hasty, but he could not continue. Gawain raised his hand to stop him, and asked Tobias to calm down with a big smile.
"John, I know how difficult things are. Didn't Pete just say that? Even if I win three weeks in a row, there is no guarantee that I will be shortlisted."
"So, what I need is an opportunity, a hope, and a goal to fight for. You know? When I stand on the court and fight, that is the most wonderful and happiest moment."
"Competing for two consecutive weeks, I will do my best within my current capabilities, and then we will wait and see the results."
"Maybe, in Valencia, I will lose in the first round and everything will be impossible. So aren't our worries just a waste of time?"
Gawain's words were not impassioned, and he could not even hear them clearly over the noise in the cabin. They were occasionally a little intermittent, but his confident eyes and calm smile released a high fighting spirit from the inside out, just like the sunshine in midsummer.
Tearing through the darkness, it falls on the vast ocean.
Suddenly, Tobias realized the difference between belief and obsession.
The so-called obsession is to compete for a seat in the year-end finals, even if you are shattered to pieces, it is a kind of madness like a moth flying into a flame.
This is exactly what Peart is opposed to, because they can't just aim for this year, Gao Wen's career has just started, and there is still a long, long future.
The so-called belief is to release all energy without reservation with a goal in mind. The result is very important, very important, but the process is equally important——
If you cannot enjoy the process, the beauty and happiness of the result will also be greatly reduced.
In Gawain, Tobias saw faith, but no obsession.
Then, Gawain turned to look at Peart again.
"Martin, I know your worries. Believe me, I definitely don't want to experience the feeling I had in the last game. Moreover, I also hope to regain my feel and state more urgently than anyone else."
"However, it was the year-end finals, and it was an opportunity to compete with all the masters. If I didn't give it a try and try it, I would not only regret it, but it wouldn't be me at all."
"It's just like the US Open."
After finishing speaking, Gawain showed a big smile and said solemnly.
"Martin, I know you are considering me and planning my career. Like John and Peter, you are on the same side, including me, of course."
"So, I need your help now. I will fully cooperate with your work in the next systematic training in Paris and prepare for subsequent events. My goal is not to step onto the field and then be eliminated.
I need to win and I need to fight, because my goal is in London."
Every word fell on Peart so lightly but surely.
Peart did not experience the legend of following Gao Wen to the US Open, but looking at the young man in front of him, for the first time he truly felt the heart beating violently in his chest and the courage shining deep in his soul.
Involuntarily, Peart also became excited and his blood boiled.
From the corner of his eyes, Peart looked at Tobias, then at Sampras, and finally fell on Gawain. His words inadvertently revealed a hint of blood, which was so chilling to the spine.
"Are you sure you will cooperate completely? Give your full strength?"