Sampras's tense heartstrings relaxed. He could understand Agassi's thoughts, but he refused to understand.
So, he rolled his eyes and complained mercilessly, "You took Joe on purpose, right? You just want to reject me in person, right?"
Agassi pursed the corners of his mouth peacefully, and smiled shyly, but said nothing.
Sampras was speechless for a while. Looking at Agassi's expression, he became angry and couldn't help complaining fiercely.
"Do you think you've covered it up well? Steffi has already seen through it. Your family went to Melbourne to watch the game. With Steffi's intelligence, can't she see your little thoughts?"
"Think about it seriously, did Steffi take the initiative to propose that the family go to Melbourne Park to watch the game?"
"She must have seen through your mind. Tell me, you probably won't be able to escape Steffi's palm in your whole life."
Agassi didn't mind either, and touched his bald head, "I am willing."
Sampras: ...Is he now stuffed with dog food?
Immediately afterwards, Agassi nodded slightly.
"I know, Steffi should have seen it."
"But because Steffi saw it, I needed to ask her opinion, and we needed to sit down and have an honest exchange."
In fact, things are still operable. After all, all clay court events are concentrated in the European continent, and it takes a few hours to come and go. Moreover, the entire clay court season is only a little more than two months, which is not long. After the grass season, it was Sampras' time.
Although Agassi just rejected Sampras, it can be heard from these words that Agassi has already moved his heart.
Sampras still had some doubts, but Agassi's subsequent words confirmed his guess.
"Also, I want to ask if Steffi is willing to go to Europe with me. She hasn't been back to Germany for a long time, and Paris has always been one of her favorite cities."
"If Steffi wants to, don't forget that she is the real clay court master."
Going around in circles, they forgot that the master of clay clay is far away in the sky and close in front of their eyes—
Graf, six-time French Open champion.
The most impressive one should be 1988. In the French Open final of that year, it took her only 32 minutes to wash Natasha-Zvereva with double eggs; in the same year, she completed Won the four grand slams plus the great cause of the Olympic gold slam.
In Graf's career, she won a total of 32 clay court championships, and won 32 consecutive clay court victories from 1986 to 1988.
It turned out that Agassi also had his own plans and ideas:
Rejection is not real rejection.
Sampras had no time to complain about Agassi, his attention was completely attracted by Agassi.
"Yes, how did I forget?"
"Steffy's understanding of rotation is not at the same level as the two of us."
"Have you watched Gao Wen's NCAA game?"
"He has always had his own understanding and application of rotation, especially when strength is not dominant, he always knows how to skillfully use rotation to break the balance, but later he turned to the professional arena and emphasized strength confrontation, so He gradually reduced the use of rotation."
"Because of this, I always believe that he has more room for improvement outside of hard courts, both on clay and grass."
"If Steffi is willing to give Gao Wen some advice..."
As he spoke, Sampras became excited.
Even Agassi was all smiles.
It's hard to imagine that just ten seconds ago, the two were at war, and Sampras wanted to swallow Agassi alive.
Agassi signaled Sampras to calm down.
"Do not think too much."
"Steffy is definitely not interested in coaching or consulting work, so don't hold out too much hope."
Sampras couldn't listen at all, and repeatedly gestured "ok" gestures.
"I know I know."
"Then you go back today and discuss it with Steffi. If it doesn't work, I'll ask Gao Wen to tell Steffi in person. I think Steffi likes Gao Wen very much."
While talking, Sampras was already beaming with joy, as if Graf had already nodded in agreement—
With Agassi as the leader, Sampras as the assistant, plus Graf's off-court opinions.
Once the trip can be made, then Gao Wen's clay court season will be able to find a backbone. Even if he does not achieve results this year, he can still see hope.
Even more reliable than Sampras and Agassi in their playing years.
Agassi was a little dumbfounded.
He wanted to remind Sampras that the clay season is still far away, and Indian Wells and Miami should be considered now.
But when the words came to his lips, he still swallowed them, because he himself couldn't restrain his excitement.
The future is worth looking forward to.
There was a lightness in the air.
As a result, when Gao Wen's training has temporarily come to an end, he can obviously feel the lightness of Sampras and Agassi's eagerness to try.
"What's wrong?" Gao Wen didn't understand why.
Sampras waved his hands again and again, "It's okay, it's okay, Andre just told a joke."
"Andre?" Gawain was full of astonishment, doubting his ears.
If it was Sampras who told a joke, it would be an accident, and it would not be shocking, but what about Agassi?
Agassi was speechless for a while, this guy can't even lie, he spread his hands, "It's just because the joke is not funny, so someone complained about it."
Sampras nodded like a nodding doll.
Gao Wen was a little confused, why did he always feel that Sampras's expression looked like he had a low IQ? Are you sure there is really no problem?
However, before Gao Wen continued to ask, Sampras changed the topic and discussed the training plan with Pelt.
Very deliberate and very blunt.
Gao Wen felt more and more abnormal, and couldn't help guessing what happened between Sampras and Agassi.
Agassi noticed Gao Wen's expression and quickly patched, "It's okay, we discussed the clay court season."
He only said half of what he said, and hid half of it, but it was definitely the truth.
Gao Wen suddenly realized, "It looks like there is good news."
Agassi smiled and said nothing, and did not continue to explain too much.
While talking, Gao Wen noticed a figure wandering outside the training field, he couldn't seem to find the entrance, and he was carrying a huge equipment bag, which was particularly conspicuous—
The ncaa spring season has kicked off, and the Bruins are going to an away game this week, so the training ground has basically been cleared and there are no players in sight.
Take a closer look~www.mtlnovel.com~ Gao Wen's eyes showed surprise uncontrollably.
"Grigor?"
He raised his voice to call, and Dimitrov, who was outside the barbed wire, turned around, raised his right hand high, and waved at Gawain.
Wait, didn't Dimitrov go back to practice in Miami? How did you come to Los Angeles? And he didn't call in advance, so he just showed up suddenly?
Gawain walked up to meet him quickly.
Agassi let out a breath quietly, Gawain's attention was finally diverted, and he was safe for the time being, otherwise, he was not sure how long he would be able to resist.
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