Chapter 988

"...Is it really okay for us to leave like this?"

Pelt was still a little worried, turning his head three times a step, almost unable to move forward.

Professional training still requires coaches to supervise and guide on-site.

Don't underestimate this matter. Many, many sports injuries come from daily negligence:

What happened to drink beer and got stuck on the sole of the foot by a broken wine glass, what to do when cleaning and slipping caused by water stains caused muscle tears, what to clean the curtains caused a leg to be broken, what warm-up training caused an inexplicable arm fracture... all kinds of accidents appeared Pass.

Now, Gao Wen's career is in a period of rapid rise, everything is going smoothly, the last thing Pelt wants to see is unnecessary accidents—

A little surprise, sometimes, can cost an entire career.

The most famous accident in the world is probably Seles.

In 1988, Graf won the four Grand Slams and the Olympic champions, achieving the great career of the Golden Slam; in 1989, Seles was born.

In 1990, at the French Open, Seles defeated Graf in the final, reached the championship at the age of sixteen and six months, and started his heyday. From 1990 to 1992, he won seven Grand Slam titles, and Winning the championship in the year-end finals for three consecutive years made Graf overwhelmed.

On April 30, 1993, when the quarter-finals of the Hamburg International Championship was in progress, Seles was stabbed in the back by a fanatical Graf during the break, causing a worldwide sensation.

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.

Despite the second period of his career, Seles still entered the Grand Slam finals four times, but only won one championship; another 21 championships were recorded, but the overall performance was far worse than before the stabbing, mainly because Injuries continued, as well as physical decline caused by weight gain, and competitiveness slowly declined.

Before the assassination, eight Grand Slam champions; after the assassination, only one.

When people mention the girl genius, when people mention the ill-fated fate, when people mention "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 Pelt is worried that the same tragedy will happen to Gawain, but that "accidents" can often lead to everything getting out of control.

They need to pay more attention to and be responsible for the daily life of the players, not just responsible for the field and training ground.

A large part of the so-called "accident" is due to negligence. If it can be avoided, it is naturally undesirable.

However, Sampras does not think so.

After trying to convince Pelt with words that it didn't work, he simply put his arms around Pelt's shoulders, almost at the level of kidnapping, and pushed Pelt away forcefully, without hesitation, no nostalgia, and no worries, babbling talking.

"Martin, don't you see it?"

"Grigor obviously needs a little catharsis, he needs his friend Gawain, not training partner Gawain, us old guys can't help that."

Pelt also tried to win, "But..."

Sampras used the interrupt skill very firmly, "No but. Martin, you should trust Gawain, we trust Gawain more than anyone else, when does he need us to worry? If he wants us to stay and help, He'll talk, don't you think?"

Pelt opened his mouth. Although he still had many thoughts in his mind, he was dragged away by Sampras after all.

Agassi was next to him, without interrupting the whole process, with a smile on his face, his hands behind his back, and he walked unsteadily.

Footsteps, just left the training ground, Sampras noticed that the phone in his pocket started to vibrate, let go of Pelt, took out the phone and glanced:

tobias.

Sampras showed the phone's caller ID to the other two. "It seems that the maestro has finally realized that one of his players may have disappeared."

Dimitrov showed up at UCLA without following any team —

No matter how dull he is, he should be able to detect the abnormality.

This is also the reason why Sampras pulled Pelt away after the training:

Before they were players, they were first and foremost ordinary people, ordinary people of flesh and blood, happy and nervous and sad and angry and occasionally hated tennis.

Sampras picked up the phone, but Pelt still couldn't hold back and turned to look at the court.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Agassi's footsteps stopped beside him, and Pelt sighed softly.

"I know, I trust Gawain, he always knows what he is doing, but sometimes, I can't help but wonder if we have forgotten that Gawain is only nineteen years old."

Agassi thought for a while, "Some people are nineteen, but they act like they are forty-five; some are forty-five, but they act like they are nineteen."

Nineteen? Forty-five?

Why do I always feel that Agassi's words are connoting someone?

Pelt followed Agassi's eyes and looked at Sampras. Sampras, who was on the phone, turned his head inexplicably, looked back with wide eyes, and said with mouth:

"What are you looking at! Have you never seen a handsome guy?"

Pelt looked away, looked at Agassi, and nodded seriously, "Well, you're right."

The setting sun is burning all over the sky, the gorgeous orange color reflects the youthful and sweaty faces, and the white jerseys are fluttering in the wind, just running like this, running with forgetfulness, as if preparing to go all the way Run to the ends of the earth, and never tire.

It's nice to be young.

Suddenly, Pelt felt relieved. Maybe he thought too much. When he was young, he should be brave, go out and explore, and challenge; otherwise, at his current age, he would no longer have the energy to continue to toss. Become timid, already lost courage.

This is also the most precious shining point of Gao Wen, right?

Tread Tread!

Tread Tread!

On the training ground, the sprinting footsteps rub against the ground continuously, the creaking sound seems to be on fire, and even the dripping sweat evaporates in the heat wave, so that the whole body steams up, looking from afar~www .lightnovelpub.net~ The picture is really funny.

sprint!

Sprint again!

Run faster and faster!

However, Dimitrov was still unable to shorten the distance. Not only did he not shorten it, but he could also see that the distance was increasing bit by bit with the naked eye.

After running, Dimitrov realized that he had been trapped by Gawain.

In the final stage, Gawain simply turned around, faced Dimitrov, and ran back slowly, occasionally raising his right hand in greeting.

Is this humiliating him?

Dimitrov gritted his teeth and wanted to use his strength again. It was like a race between the tortoise and the hare, proving that pride is doomed to defeat. He could still turn the situation around, but just as he stepped on the ground and exerted strength, his knees felt weak for a while. Kick off the ground.

Applying force becomes unloading.

The force gushing out of the spring caused the knees to soften, and the whole person rolled forward, one forward roll, two forward rolls, and rolled out——

Literally, rolled all the way.

(end of this chapter)