Sampras has always admired Gawain's wisdom and calmness. On the court, he can always remain calm even in the most critical and difficult situations.
This competitive temperament is also the key to Gao Wen standing out in Sampras's eyes.
But today, Sampras hates this calmness extremely——
Sometimes, he hopes that Gawain can be like a nineteen-year-old child, dare to love and hate, be irritable, angry, disappointed and sad, because that is youth.
Growing up means losing the right to act arbitrarily, losing the right to cry and laugh, and losing the right to show vulnerability. Everyone has expectations and heavy responsibilities on their shoulders, and then they no longer have the right to be willful, all the time.
Always remind yourself that you must be strong and powerful.
Then, looking back at my youth again, I realized that laughing and crying, crying and laughing, turned out to be a privilege, a privilege of youth.
Looking at Gawain, Sampras was a little angry.
"We all know how much sweat and effort you put into running and sprinting all the way, but now it ends in vain in such a way. We are all disappointed and sad, let alone you?"
"You don't need to worry about us. It's not up to you to comfort us. Do you understand?"
the more you hope, the harder you fall.
Even though Sampras and others knew that Gao Wen had little hope of competing in the year-end finals, even if Gao Wen participated in the competition for three consecutive weeks, there would still be many difficulties, and the initiative was never in Gao Wen's hands.
But along the way, watching Gao Wen's condition slowly recover, getting back on track little by little, and once again showing the elegance of Flushing when he won the championship, the hope in his heart can't help but grow and grow little by little——
Just like the youth hot-blooded comics.
However, now, it has come to an abrupt end in such a way that it is difficult to accept it from any point of view, both rationally and emotionally.
If there was never hope, forget it; but when hope appears and is extinguished, that is the cruelest moment.
Gawain could feel Sampras's surging emotions, rushing towards him, and a warm current flowed in his heart, and the same was true for Peart——
I believe Tobias is the same.
"Pete, I'm not disappointed."
Gawain said.
He is serious.
Once, his dream stayed forever in the summer of 2014 due to a knee injury and could never continue.
Now, he is able to run on the field again, trying his best for a chance to compete with the masters, running and sweating all the way, but unreservedly unleashing all the energy of life, as if there is no tomorrow, firmly grasping it
Live every moment that burns freely in the present moment.
disappointment?
Why should he be disappointed?
"Pete, Martin, I won today and entered the quarter-finals of the Masters. I am still in the lottery. I also retain the opportunity to continue to challenge the masters. Everything is good. It couldn't be better."
Gawain showed a big smile.
"London?"
"I want to go, really, to be honest, I really want to go, but you don't think I have the chance only this year, right?"
A rhetorical question immediately made Sampras' smile rise again, making him dumbfounded.
Gawain snapped his fingers.
"That's it. Missing this year, next year, and the year after that, I don't think this is my only chance to compete for a seat in the year-end finals."
Determined, confident, and calm, even if you don't need to be sonorous and powerful, you still have a strong voice.
"As for this year..."
"Disappointed, definitely disappointed, I'm not ready to end the season, but, Pete, I have a slightly different perspective than you do."
"I said this to reporters, and I will also say this to you."
"Let us give Paris some respect. This is a Masters tournament. Although London is very important, we should also give some recognition to the champion in Paris, right?"
"I still hope to continue to win and advance. I also still hope to win the Masters championship, and today, I seized the opportunity to keep my hope. So, let us enjoy this victory, otherwise, Paris will
Sad."
This anthropomorphic metaphor was so vivid that Sampras was dumbfounded, and then he couldn't hold it back anymore, and the smile returned to the corner of his mouth.
Turning his head, Sampras could see the smile in Peart's eyes, and the atmosphere became relaxed again.
Then, you can see Gawain's body leaning forward slightly, and his eyes are filled with brilliant light.
"Besides, who says the competition for a spot in the year-end finals is over?"
"Although we have missed the direct seats in the top eight, are we just going to give up? Don't forget, there is still a first substitute and a second substitute."
"What I mean is that the competitors will definitely not surrender easily. They are still working hard and launching a strong impact towards the championship; so we cannot be discouraged either."
"Do you still remember what consensus we reached when we flew from Shanghai to Paris?"
His eyes moved back and forth between Sampras and Perte, and then Sampras remembered, but before he could speak, Perte had already said it.
"No matter how your opponent performs, you should do your best first. At least you should give your best."
In fact, from the beginning, Gawain did not have an advantage in the battle to London. He always needed to look at his opponent's eyes, but if he had been paying attention to the performance of others and racking his brains to calculate:
If someone loses where, if someone reaches a certain position in points, and if someone has a certain number of wins and losses, then there will be many opportunities.
What is the meaning of such a calculation?
Competitive sports should always be about yourself, your performance on the court, your own efforts to win every game, your own success in every battle, regardless of victory or defeat, with no regrets, and truly in the game.
Show yourself to your heart's content, this is the charm of sports.
Competitive sports should not become a math problem.
Attention should be focused on yourself, be yourself, and play the game well. This is the key point. This has always been the case for Gao Wen, the same for Valencia, and the same for Paris now.
Sampras opened his mouth slightly, was stunned, paused for a long time, and then let out a long breath.
"Sorry, Gawain, it was us who caught the eye."
"I didn't expect that even though we've been watching it all our lives, we still can't see it as thoroughly as Gawain."
"John, that guy was so sad. After Kei Nishikori's game, he went to the bathroom and said he was going to smoke. But I saw that his eyes were a little swollen when he came back. He probably didn't want to expose himself in front of you, so
He ran away, using Gregor's game as an excuse to escape."
Sampras was very honest and did not act like an elder. Instead, he listened to Gawain's thoughts and accepted them calmly. The smile on his lips was so sincere——
Of course, I didn’t forget to hurt my friend with my words.
Gao Wen knows that Sampras sincerely thinks about him and has been working hard to become a better coach; the same goes for Tobias and Peart.
"Pete, it's not because I see everything clearly, but because I am too obsessed with winning and losing. All I can think about is that I want to continue to win the next game."
This was obviously a self-deprecating joke, and both Sampras and Petel laughed.