Text 671 Grasp the Moment

Sampras has always admired Gawain's wisdom and calmness. On the court, even in the most critical and difficult situations, he can always maintain his composure.

This competitive temperament is also the key to Gao Wen standing out in the eyes of Sampras.

But today, Sampras hated this calm—

Sometimes, he hopes that Gao Wen can be like a nineteen-year-old child, daring to love and hate, to be irritable, angry, disappointed, and sad, because that is youth.

Growing up means losing the right to act recklessly, lose the right to cry and laugh, and lose the right to show vulnerability. Everyone has expectations and heavy responsibilities on their shoulders, and then they are no longer qualified to be willful. Always remind yourself that you must be strong and strong.

Then, looking back at my youth again, I realized that laughing and crying, crying and laughing, turned out to be a kind of privilege, a privilege of youth.

Seeing Gao Wen, Sampras was a little angry.

"We all know that running and sprinting all the way, how much sweat and effort you have put in, and now it ends in such a way of nothingness, we are all very disappointed and sad, let alone you?"

"You don't need to worry about us, you shouldn't comfort us, understand?"

the more you hope, the harder you fall.

Even though Sampras and the others knew that Gao Wen had little hope of competing in the year-end finals, even if Gao Wen participated in the competition with full attendance for three consecutive weeks, it was still full of difficulties, and the initiative was never in Gao Wen's hands.

But along the way, watching Gao Wen's condition slowly recovering, returning to the track bit by bit, and once again showing the demeanor of Flushing when he won the championship, the hope in his heart could not help growing little by little——

It's like a youthful blood comic.

However, now, it has come to an abrupt end in such a way, and it is difficult to accept it from any point of view from reason to emotion.

If there is never hope, so be it; but when hope arises and is snuffed out, that is the cruelest moment.

Gao Wen could feel Sampras' surging emotions rushing towards his face, and a warm current flowed in his heart, as did Pelt—

Trust Tobias as well.

"Peter, I'm not disappointed."

Gao Wen said.

He is serious.

Once, his dream stayed forever in the summer of 2014 because of a knee injury, and he never continued.

Now, he was able to run on the field again, trying his best for a chance to confront the master, sweating profusely all the way, but unreservedly blooming all the energy of life, as if there was no tomorrow, firmly grasping Live every moment that burns wildly in the present moment.

disappointment?

Why should he be disappointed?

"Peter, Martin, I won today and entered the quarter-finals of the Masters. I am still in the draw. And I still have the opportunity to continue to challenge the masters. Everything is fine, it couldn't be better."

Gao Wen showed a big smile.

"London?"

"I want to go, really, to be honest, I really want to go, but you don't think that I only have the chance this year?"

A rhetorical question immediately made the smile on the corner of Sampras's mouth rise again, and he couldn't laugh or cry.

Gawain snapped his fingers.

"That's it. If I miss this year, next year, and the year after, I don't think this is my only chance to compete for a seat in the year-end finals." Gu Zhong

Firm, confident, calm, even if it doesn't need to be sonorous and powerful, it still makes a sound.

"As for this year..."

"Disappointed, definitely disappointed, I'm not ready to finish the season, but Pete, I have a slightly different opinion than you guys."

"That's what I said to reporters, and I'll say the same to you."

"Let's give Paris some respect. This is a masters tournament. Although London is important, we should also give some recognition to the champion in Paris, right?"

"I still hope to continue to win and advance. I still hope to be able to reach the top of the Masters. Today, I seized the opportunity to keep my hope, so let us enjoy this victory, otherwise, Paris will die Sad."

This anthropomorphic metaphor was so lifelike that Sampras was dumbfounded, and then he couldn't hold it back, and the smile returned to the corner of his mouth.

Turning his head, Sampras could see Pelt's eyes were full of smiles, and the atmosphere became relaxed again.

Then, one could see Gao Wen's body leaning forward slightly, with brilliant brilliance flowing in his eyes.

"Also, who said that the competition for a seat in the year-end finals is over?"

"Although we have missed the pass-through seats in the top eight, should we just give up? Don't forget, there are first substitutes and second substitutes."

"I mean, the competitors will definitely not surrender easily, they are still working hard and launching a strong impact towards the championship; then we must not be discouraged either."

"Do you still remember what consensus we reached when we flew over from Shanghai to Paris?"

The line of sight moved back and forth between Sampras and Pelt, and then Sampras remembered, but before he could speak, Pelt had already said it.

"No matter how the opponent performs, be yourself first, at least you should do your best."

In fact, from the very beginning, Gao Wen did not have an advantage in the battle for London, and he always had to look at his opponent, but if he kept paying attention to other people's performance, he racked his brains and calculated:

If who loses where, if whose points reach what position, if who wins and loses how many games~lightnovelpub.net~ then there will be as many opportunities as possible.

Where is the significance of such calculations?

Competitive sports should always be about yourself, your performance on the court, your best efforts to win every game, and every battle you play well. Show yourself to your heart's content, this is the charm of sports.

Competitive sports should not be a math problem.

Attention should be focused on yourself, being yourself and playing the game well, this is the key point, and Gao Wen has always been like this, Valencia is like this, and Paris is also like this now.

Sampras opened his mouth slightly, paused for a while, and then let out a long breath.

"I'm sorry, Gao Wen, we are the ones who took pictures."

"Unexpectedly, we have watched it all our lives, but we still can't see it as thoroughly as Gao Wen."

"That guy John, I was so sad. After Kei Nishikori's game, he went to the bathroom and said he was going to smoke, but I saw his eyes were a little swollen when he came back. I guess he didn't want to expose himself in front of you, so Just run away, using Gregor's game as an excuse."

Sampras was very frank, he didn't act like an elder, instead he listened to Gawain's thoughts, and accepted it frankly, the smile on the corner of his mouth was so sincere—

Of course, the loss of a friend has not been forgotten between words.

However, Gao Wen knew that Sampras was sincerely thinking about him and had been working hard to become a better coach; the same was true for Tobias and Pelt.

"Peter, it's not because I see it clearly, but because I'm too obsessed with winning and losing, and my mind is full of thoughts. I still want to continue to win the next game."

This was obviously a self-inflicted joke, and both Sampras and Petel laughed.