Chapter 985 Working Together

All along, Sampras has always doubted his ability as a qualified coach.

But in fact, in Agassi's view, his old opponent is not only becoming a qualified coach, but also going further on the basis of being qualified.

Some people may say that Sampras just pinned his unfulfilled ambition and impassioned on the field on Gao Wen and continued it.

In this regard, Agassi believes that this does not affect Sampras becoming an excellent coach, because he wholeheartedly plans his career for Gao Wen.

If necessary, it is no problem even to retreat to the second line and give up the initiative.

Agassi knew better than anyone how difficult this decision was for Sampras, yet Sampras spoke up anyway.

However, Agassi will not confess these words to Sampras. He refuses to praise Sampras as an excellent coach, which is absolutely impossible.

Agassi looked at Sampras seriously, and then said sincerely,

"Peter, this is not our original agreement."

The original agreement?

When Agassi joined Gao Wen's team, they reached an agreement that Agassi would only act as a consultant and not participate in Gao Wen's competition schedule.

To be more precise, Agassi is only responsible for giving advice during Gao Wen's training camp. Not only will he not follow Gao Wen in competitions around the world, but he will also not participate in Gao Wen's daily training during the competition.

His views and opinions are a supplement to Sampras's work, and the decision-making power is still in the hands of Sampras, and he will try to avoid overstepping his position as much as possible.

However, in just a few months, the world has been turned upside down. How much of the original intention is left?

Be it Sampras or Agassi, they have all been involved in Gao Wen's career without knowing it, and they are entangled with each other, getting closer and closer.

After being reminded by Agassi, Sampras remembered the meaning of the title of "consultant".

Sampras opened his mouth, his face full of astonishment, countless thoughts surged in his mind, but the last thing he blurted out was,

"Are you refusing? Don't you think about Gao Wen?"

"No, Pete, you misunderstood me..."

"So, what do you mean? Why don't you explain? Don't you want Gao Wen to continue to improve on the clay court?"

"I think…"

"Isn't that enough? We are all aiming at the same goal, and Gao Wen needs your help, you should stand up, shouldn't you?"

"Peter, did you hear yourself? You're handing over the initiative to me. Understand? Me?"

"...I understand that you don't need to stab my wound again and again. If you don't want to, then forget it. Anyway, I have nothing to do with you. Why don't you explain to Gawain why you rejected me? proposal."

"Pete, you're throwing a tantrum."

"Yeah, I bet you twenty-five cents that I'm throwing a tantrum. You know how hard it is for me and you're giving me this attitude? Of course I'm having a tantrum. I don't like it." You, Andrei, I repeat, I! No! Like! You! Did you hear that? If you didn't, I can repeat it again."

As they were talking, the two started arguing again, like children, blushing and refusing to give in. Then, the bull's head was not right, everyone was talking to themselves, and they wanted to pinch each other directly.

The air fell silent.

Neither Sampras nor Agassi spoke. They just looked at Gao Wen who was concentrating on training. The California sunshine made the air cool again.

Agassi sighed softly.

"We are all thinking about Gao Wen, so why bother arguing?"

Over the years, Agassi and Graf have gotten along, and with age, the edges and corners of the past have indeed softened a lot, and the handling of things has matured a lot.

"Pete, I know what you mean, and I know how difficult this is for you."

"But the problem is, if I nod my head and agree, it means that I will have to compete with Gao Wen for the entire European season."

"You know I initially agreed to be a consultant on the condition that I was in charge of the time and I wanted to stay home with the kids, they were growing up so fast they wouldn't want to stay at home in a few more years, One or two go to college, and the family will be quiet in no time."

"I don't know how many years I can be with them, or I don't know how many years they are willing to be by my side."

"I don't want to miss out."

A few words, sincerely.

Sampras burst out annoyed, but after looking at Agassi, he swallowed it after all, and just "hummed" to express his dissatisfaction.

And Agassi didn't mind either.

"However, if I say that I am not moved, it must be false."

"Peter, when you agreed to John's invitation to serve as Gao Wen's coach, you just wanted to see how high this kid could climb, but now, how much of your original intention is left? How much ambition and desire have you bred? Expect this child to create more miracles?"

Sampras's words had already reached the tip of his tongue, but after thinking about it seriously, he didn't know how to react, but was stunned instead.

Agassi's unhurried discourse continued, speaking eloquently, plain and plain, but with its own strength.

"me too."

"When you said just now that I was looking forward to Gao Wen's achievements on clay and grass, I couldn't help getting excited, as if I was fighting on the court."

"Watching this kid, I got my passion back for tennis. It's not easy, you know."

Ordinary fans may not be very clear about it. In fact, Agassi hated tennis for a very long time. He hated it deeply. There was a short period of time in the mid-1990s when he went against the whole world. I don't even want to see the racket, I just want to escape far away.

Indeed, tennis brought them glory and brilliance, and let their names be recorded in the annals of history; but similarly, tennis also pushed them into the vortex of vanity fair, where they lost themselves, money, reputation and power could not fill the black hole deep in their souls , the kind of nothingness tugging at the ankles and starting to fall.

Sampras has always known about this, and he couldn't help turning his head to look at Agassi.

There was a slight smile on the corner of Agassi's mouth~lightnovelpub.net~ but he felt helpless and bitter.

"At the beginning, I promised to only serve as a consultant, but now such ideas have begun to expand and boil, and the original intention has long been thrown behind my head."

"Clay court season?"

"I am also like you, looking forward to the surprise that Gao Wen can bring again, looking forward to fighting side by side with Gao Wen, just like our previous struggles."

Having said that, Agassi and Sampras exchanged a glance, and both of them laughed—

Throughout their careers, clay has always been a bastion they have tried to challenge and conquer but have always lacked a little bit.

Perhaps, now Gao Wen can fulfill those unfulfilled long-cherished wishes on their behalf.

"I realized that my desires were also inflated."

"But, Pete, I need to calm down. I don't want to ruin the stable life of the past ten years because of impulsiveness. Gao Wen is very important, but I don't want my life to be disrupted."

As tough as it was, Agassi spoke his mind.

(end of this chapter)