"...It really doesn't matter if we leave like this?"
Peart was still a little worried. He looked back three times and could hardly move forward.
Professional training still requires on-site supervision and guidance from coaches.
Don’t underestimate this matter. Many sports injuries are caused by daily negligence:
Accidents like drinking beer and being punctured by a broken glass on the sole of the foot, slipping due to water damage while cleaning and tearing muscles, cleaning curtains and breaking a leg, and doing warm-up exercises that result in an inexplicable arm fracture...all kinds of accidents.
appeared.
Now, Gao Wen's career is on a rapid rise and everything is going smoothly. The last thing Peart wants to see is unnecessary accidents——
A little accident, sometimes, may cost the entire career.
The most famous accident in the world is probably that of Seles.
In 1988, Graf won the four Grand Slams and the Olympic Games, achieving the great success of the Golden Slam. In 1989, Seles was born.
In 1990, at the French Open, Seles defeated Steffi Steffi in the final and became the champion at the age of only sixteen years and six months, and started his heyday. From 1990 to 1992, he won seven Grand Slam championships, and
Winning the year-end finals for three consecutive years overwhelmed Graf.
On April 30, 1993, during the quarter-finals of the Hamburg International Tournament, Seles was stabbed in the back by a fanatical Graf during the break, which shocked the world.
After that, Seles suffered double physical and mental injuries and stayed away from the game for two years.
In July 1995, Seles announced his comeback.
Although in his second career, Seles still reached the Grand Slam finals four times, but only won one championship; he also won 21 championships, but his overall performance was still far inferior to that before the stabbing, mainly due to
As injuries continued and physical fitness declined due to weight gain, his competitiveness slowly declined.
Before the assassination, he had eight Grand Slam titles; after the assassination, he had only one.
When people talk about talented girls, when people talk about the ill-fated fate, when people talk about "if there is no accident, the career may be completely different"——
Seles is always number one on the topic list.
Of course, the example does not mean that Peart is worried that the same tragedy will happen to Gawain, but that "accidents" can often cause everything to get out of control.
They need to pay more attention and be more responsible to the players' daily lives, not just on the playing field and training ground.
A large part of the so-called "accidents" are due to negligence. If it can be avoided, it is naturally not wanted to happen.
However, Sampras doesn't think so.
After he tried to persuade Pelt with words to no avail, he simply put his arm around Pelt's shoulders, almost to the level of kidnapping, and forcefully pushed Pelt away without hesitation, nostalgia, or worry, and kept mumbling.
Talking.
"Martin, haven't you seen it yet?"
"Gregor obviously needs a little catharsis. He needs his friend Gawain, not his training partner Gawain. We old guys can't help."
Peart also tried to win over, "But..."
Sampras used the interruption skill very firmly, "No but. Martin, you should believe in Gawain. We believe in Gawain more than anyone else. When did he need us to worry? If he wants us to stay and help,
He will speak, what do you think?"
Peart opened his mouth. Although he still had many thoughts in his mind, he was eventually dragged away by Sampras.
Agassi was right next to him, not interrupting the whole time, smiling broadly, pacing forward unsteadily with his hands behind his back.
As soon as he left the training ground, Sampras noticed that the phone in his pocket began to vibrate. He let go of Peart, took out his phone and glanced:
Tobias.
Sampras showed the caller ID of his mobile phone to the other two people. "It seems that the master finally realized that one of his players may have disappeared."
Dimitrov showed up at UCLA but didn’t follow any team—
No matter how dull you are, you should be able to detect abnormalities.
This is also the reason why Sampras took Peart to leave after the training:
Before becoming a player, they are first and foremost an ordinary person, an ordinary person with flesh and blood, an ordinary person who is happy, nervous, sad, angry and occasionally hates tennis.
Sampras answered the phone, but Peart still couldn't hold it back and turned to look at the court.
From the corner of his eyes, he noticed Agassi's footsteps stopping beside him, and Peart let out a sigh.
"I know, I believe Gawain, he always knows what he is doing, but sometimes, I can't help but wonder if we have forgotten that Gawain is actually only nineteen years old."
Agassi thought about it seriously, "Some people are nineteen years old, but they act like they are forty-five years old; some people are forty-five years old, but they act like they are nineteen years old."
Nineteen years old? Forty-five years old?
Why do I always feel that Agassi’s words imply someone?
Peart followed Agassi's eyes and looked at Sampras. Sampras, who was on the phone, turned his head for no apparent reason, looked back with wide eyes, and mouthed:
"What are you looking at! Haven't you seen a handsome guy?"
Peart withdrew his gaze, looked at Agassi, and nodded seriously, "Well, you're right."
The setting sun was burning all over the sky, and the gorgeous orange reflected the youthful, sweaty faces. The white jerseys were fluttering in the wind. They were running like this, running forgetfully, as if they were ready to go all the way.
I can run to the ends of the earth and never get tired.
It's great to be young.
Suddenly, Peart felt relieved. Maybe he thought too much. When he was young, he should be braver, go out and explore and challenge; otherwise, at his current age, he would no longer have the energy to continue struggling.
When you become timid, you have already lost your courage.
This is also the most precious shining point of Gawain, right?
Tap tap tap!
Tap tap tap!
On the training ground, the sprinting footsteps continued to rub against the ground, and the squeaking sound seemed to be about to catch fire. Even the dripping sweat evaporated in the rolling heat wave, so that the whole body steamed up. Looking from a distance, the picture
It's actually a bit funny.
Dash!
Sprint again!
Run faster and faster!
However, Dimitrov still could not shorten the distance. Not only did it not shorten, but he could also see with the naked eye that the distance was getting wider bit by bit.
After running, Dimitrov realized that he had been trapped by Gawain.
In the final stage, Gawain simply turned around, faced Dimitrov, and slowly ran back, raising his right hand to say hello from time to time.
Is this humiliating him?
Dimitrov gritted his teeth and tried to exert force again. It was like a tortoise and a hare, proving that pride is bound to fail. He could still turn the situation around, but as soon as he stepped on the ground to exert force, his knees became weak and he was unable to do so.
Push on the ground.
Exerting force also becomes discharging force.
The force gushing out caused the knees to weaken, and the whole person rolled forward, one forward roll, two forward rolls, and rolled out gurglingly——