Text 673 Depression
Tobias didn't speak immediately, but followed Gawain's gaze towards the field.
Dimitrov did not show his frustration and disappointment, politely congratulated Murray and gave Murray a sincere hug.
However, when he returned to the players' rest area to pack his luggage, he could tell that his expressionless cheeks were suppressing his emotions.
In the face of defeat, compared to others, the players themselves are the parties standing in front of the giant beast.
Even Kyrgios, who was drunk and dreamy after losing, always emphasized over and over again that he didn't care about the outcome, but every time the game didn't go well, no one was more angry and dissatisfied than himself, and he tried his best to express his dissatisfaction. The repulsion and disgust of failure.
No one likes to lose.
If even other people are already so disappointed and so painful, let alone the person involved?
Moreover, this is only the first year, Dimitrov is like this, and so is Gao Wen, the careers of the two young people have just started, if they miss this year, then just make a comeback next year—
As a broker, you should have at least a little faith like this.
After all, Tobias is still experienced, and after a short period of chaos and fluctuations, he has regained his calm.
clap clap.
Tobias slapped his hands vigorously and responded with warm applause, congratulating Murray and supporting Dimitrov.
Then, the smile finally returned to the corner of his mouth, and Tobias regained his usual calmness, but couldn't help but looked at Gao Wen carefully, and asked curiously.
"So, before me and Pete officially become your team, if you lose, who will tell you that?"
"John, before I met you, I never knew what it was like to lose. It's hard to lose."
So confident, so arrogant, and so flamboyant.
Tobias didn't hold back and raised his jaw, trying to break the height restriction, and looked at the look in Gawain's eyes.
If someone else had said these words, the arrogance and arrogance in the words would be enough to make people roll their eyes; but Gao Wen's tone, with a kind of self-deprecating sarcasm and complaints, would not be disgusting at all.
On the contrary, the corners of the mouth may rise up involuntarily.
Tobias's mood gradually became clearer, "Why don't I know, you came here specially to comfort me, are the job responsibilities reversed?"
"I think so too, so, have you thought about paying my salary?" Gao Wen was very serious.
Tobias finally couldn't hold back anymore, and laughed happily.
After the game ended, Tobias and Gawain went to the locker room together, and stood at the door, but Tobias hesitated, his feet seemed to be stuck to the ground, unable to lift up.
Although Tobias didn't say much, Gao Wen could tell that he was not good at dealing with such things, just like Gao Wen's match just now. After learning the result of Kei Nishikori's match, Tobias He didn't go to the locker room to face Gao Wen directly.
But that's okay too.
Originally, everyone has their own good and bad things, and it is precisely because of this that there is a whole team standing behind each of them.
"John, why don't I go in and have a look first, why don't you come in later?"
"Okay...but wait, are you sure? I mean, are you okay? How are you feeling now?"
Tobias looked at Gawain's serious look, and immediately knew that Gawain was joking, the smile lingering on his lips for a while, and then he saw that Gawain opened the door of the dressing room without any pause, and took a step forward.
Standing at the door, blocked by the partition, unable to see anything inside, but Tobias still stood there until the door was closed again, and then let out a long breath—
No need to be depressed, no need to be depressed, there is still the coming year, yes, there is the coming year!
Then, it's time to start planning your offseason training.
Tobias also pulled himself together quickly, and his head was working quickly again.
babble.
The sound of the locker room door being pushed was not loud, but it exploded in Dimitrov's ears like a thunderstorm. It was obvious that he had a jolt, woke up from his own thoughts, and straightened his body reflexively , shifted his gaze in a panic, and then pretended that nothing happened to him.
After sorting out the expression on his face, he cautiously looked towards the door.
Seeing Gawain's figure, Dimitrov breathed a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxed a little, and he smiled.
"Hey guy."
Although there was a smile on the corner of his mouth and he took the initiative to say hello, his voice could hardly conceal the dullness in it.
Gawain didn't enter the locker room either, leaning against the partition, looked at Dimitrov sitting on the bench from a distance, smiled, and said bluntly.
"Man (mate), today's performance in the game was not satisfactory."
In this sentence, Gao Wen deliberately imitated a British accent, but it obviously didn't resemble it, and instead seemed a little clumsy, so the serious words became funny.
Dimitrov showed a slight smile in his eyes, looking helplessly at Gawain.
"Are you imitating Andy?"
"No, the Scottish accent is another story. Wait ~www.mtlnovel.com~ What, is my imitation a bit Scottish? Does that mean I tapped an unexpected talent?"
There is also a joke about Murray that when he wins, he is "British"; but when he loses, he is "Scottish". What is hidden behind is also the turmoil in the UK.
Seeing Gawain's vivid expression, Dimitrov couldn't hold back and laughed outright.
It's a pity that the smile didn't last for too long, it disappeared in a blink of an eye, and then you could see the shoulders drooping slightly, and the whole person seemed to become more depressed, that feeling was like slowly sinking to the bottom of the lake without struggling.
Looking around carefully, you can find that Dimitrov's equipment bag is still placed in front of the cabinet, a little scattered, jerseys, towels and sneakers are all piled up; he is sitting on the bench with his hair Still wet with sweat, it looked like he hadn't showered yet.
It seemed that he didn't even have the energy to take a shower.
Gao Wen was a little surprised.
"Grigor?"
There is also some caution in the words.
Now, Gao Wen can finally understand how Sampras and Pelt felt just now. After learning that Kei Nishikori won the game, they were a little cautious in front of Gao Wen, because they were disappointed and regretful, and because they did not I was sure how Gao Wen would react, but I didn't know how to comfort him.
The same is true for Dimitrov in front of him:
Everyone faces failure in a different situation. Not everyone can see it as openly as Gao Wen. After all, not everyone can win a second chance to start life like Gao Wen. Facing reality with difficulties, that kind of frustration is inevitable.
The air is so quiet, only the sound of running water flowing to the underground tunnel is gurgling.