"Match Point(

"Can I qualify for the year-end finals?"

Gao Wen was very surprised, he didn't pay attention to the changes in the world ranking all the time.

In his opinion, so far he has only participated in three ATP professional-level events, namely the US Open, Imperial City and Shanghai Magic City. How could he be able to compete for a seat in the year-end finals?

So this matter never entered Gawain's radar.

But now that Sampras said this, Gao Wen couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes, and then got the affirmative reply from Pelt and Tobias, which still didn't have much sense of reality.

"If this is the case, then of course you have to go all out and give it a go."

While speaking, the smile on the corner of his mouth has already risen, his eyes are shining eagerly, and he can't wait to roll up his sleeves and go into battle immediately.

"That is the year-end finals, an opportunity to compete with the top players who performed the best this year, how can we miss it?"

In Gao Wen's eyes, it was a pile of wool, whether it was the Big Four or other players who were shortlisted for the year-end list, all of them were like this!

Compared with winning or losing, the opportunity to stand on the court and fight against the top of the Forbidden City is the rarest and most precious.

Gao Wen has already started gearing up.

Tobias's eyes showed a gleam of joy, but Pelt was anxious, "Gao Wen, your physical fitness."

"Do you know how poor your fitness is? You need to train systematically, otherwise, even if you stand in the O2 stadium, your performance will be a disaster."

"Training is the cornerstone of the game, you should be smarter."

Pelt's words were a bit heavy, and he pointed to the key point bluntly.

Tobias' expression changed slightly, and he was about to argue with Pelt, but Sampras stopped him in time with his eyes, and almost at the same time he could hear Gawain showing a pensive expression, and nodded slightly. .

"Martin is right."

This time, it was Tobias' turn to be anxious, so he called out "Gao Wen", and saw Gawain smile again, as if he had made a decision, and said lightly and lightly.

"It's not as good as this."

"We arrived in Paris, trained systematically for a week, and then competed for two consecutive weeks. What did Pete say just now? Valencia and Paris?"

"Yes, then Valencia and Paris will compete in two weeks. We will go all out and fight heartily to see if we can win the place in the year-end finals."

Um?

This is... a compromise?

Don't compete full time for three weeks in a row, but train systematically for one week and then compete for two consecutive weeks.

If they can successfully qualify for the year-end finals, they will have another week of rest and training before participating in the Huashan Discussion of Swords; if not, then the Paris Masters will be the last stop of the season.

In this way, it can not only solve Pelt's concerns, but also adhere to Tobias' philosophy.

Perfect!

Sampras' eyes suddenly lit up. Although he didn't want to admit it, in his bones, Sampras still had a competitive heart, eager to fight and to win.

He still hopes that Gao Wen can give it a go, but now as a coach, he keeps reminding himself not to be so willful, and everything should be viewed in the long run. After all, he needs to consider more things now, and he needs to be the leader of the entire team. Leader, give Gawain the right advice.

But obviously, Pelt and Tobias don't think so, and both of them showed very serious expressions.

Tobias grabbed the first opportunity to speak.

"Gao Wen, are you sure?"

"With your current points, even if you compete for three weeks, you still need to look at 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 races to win a first-line chance. , very, very slim chance, it is very likely that it is a waste of time."

"If you're going to sprint for a place in the year-end finals, you'd better..."

Tobias' words were a little hasty, but he couldn't continue. Gawain raised his hand to stop him, and told 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 the championship for three consecutive weeks, there is no guarantee that I will be shortlisted."

"So, what I need is an opportunity, a hope, a goal to fight for, you know? When I stand on the court and start fighting, that is the most wonderful and happiest moment."

"Playing for two weeks in a row, doing my best within my current capacity, and then we'll just wait and see the results."

"Maybe, in Valencia, I lost in the first round, and everything is impossible, so isn't our worry just a fool's errand?"

Gao Wen's words were not impassioned, and could not even be heard clearly over the noise of the cabin, and they were intermittent occasionally, but his confident eyes and calm smile released a high-spirited fighting spirit from the inside out, just like the sun in midsummer, Tearing through the darkness, sprinkled 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 smashed to pieces, you will not hesitate. It is a kind of madness like moths flying to a flame.

This is exactly what Pelt is against, because they can't just target this year, Gao Wen's career has just started, and there is still a long, long future ahead.

The so-called belief is to embrace a goal and release all energy without reservation. The result is very important, very important, but the process is also important—

If you can't enjoy the process, then the beauty and happiness of the result will be greatly reduced~lightnovelpub.net~ In Gao Wen, Tobias saw faith, but he didn't have obsession.

Then, Gawain turned his head to look at Pelt.

"Martin, I know your worries. Believe me, I absolutely don't want to experience the feeling of the last game. Moreover, I also hope to get back my feel and state, more urgent 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 let go and try to see it, I would not only regret it, it would not be me at all."

"It's like the US Open."

After finishing speaking, Gao Wen showed a big smile and said solemnly.

"Martin, I know you are thinking about me and planning my career. Like John and Pete, you are on the same front, including me, of course."

"So, I need your help now. In the next systematic training in Paris, I will fully cooperate with your work and prepare for the subsequent competitions. My goal is not to go on the field and then be eliminated. I need to win and I need to fight because my target is London."

Word by word, it fell on Pelt lightly but firmly.

Pelt did not experience the legend of following Gao Wen to the top of the US Open, but looking at the young man in front of him, for the first time, he truly felt the beating heart in his chest and the courage that radiated from the depths of his soul.

Involuntarily, Pelt's heart agitated and his blood boiled.

Pelt glanced at Tobias from the corner of his eye, then at Sampras, and finally landed on Gawain, his words inadvertently revealed a trace of blood, the kind that sent chills down the spine.

"Are you sure, fully cooperate? 100% full strength?"