Match point

Chapter 1253
Muscle tear; serious condition.

There is no need for more words, just two key words are enough to deeply feel the dire situation. Perhaps a muscle tear is not a serious injury that needs to be repaired for half a year or a year, but it is not a simple injury such as thigh cramps and ankle sprains. disease, the specific situation still needs to be seen on a case-by-case basis.

In today's match against Nadal, Raonic finally left the field in a wheelchair because his right leg could no longer effectively support his body.

No wonder everyone was so worried that they didn't even dare to ask directly.

Even the coaching team who is closest and most familiar with Raonic has to be cautious. Treating injuries is professional, while treating players is psychological.

No one wants to deal with injuries, part of the reason is that injuries are physical pain, and there are also psychological cruxes to deal with. There is no right answer to the whole thing, and even the same player faces different periods of injuries. , mentality adjustments are completely different.

Speaking out is tantamount to facing the problem head-on. This is the first step, and the boulder weighing heavily on the chest will also loosen a little.

Although Raonic still couldn't smile, the tight jawline relaxed a little, and those difficult facts seemed easier to face.

"I still need to go back and check the specific situation. I have already booked a ticket for tonight."

Dimitrov was a little surprised, "Just go to Paris to check. Are you going to return to Toronto?"

Raonic nodded, "I took a film and showed it to several different doctors, including my personal doctor. They all thought it might be troublesome, and the possibility of surgery is not ruled out, so I still plan to go back to Toronto, where Further examination to see if surgery is required."

Once surgery is required, missing the entire clay court season is a high probability event, and the grass court season may also fall into a cloud of fog.

At this time, Gao Wen could continue to joke, teasing Raonic to take advantage of the opportunity to skip the entire clay court season to recharge his energy and prepare for the grass court season, and use these words to enliven the atmosphere, but he did not do so:
Because this moment is no longer suitable for joking.

No wonder Raonic is in a heavy mood, the injury situation is in a fog, unresolved, the fear of the unknown is even worse than the injury itself.

Gao Wen thought of himself. In the past, when there was a burst of pain in his knee, the whole world was eclipsed like this, and all sounds and colors disappeared. Even though the time has passed, even if it is a different time and space, that feeling is still vivid in his mind. clear.

"Having an injury, it's obviously very bad, but the only positive thing is to get checked and treated as soon as possible, before it gets worse."

"If you need surgery, arrange it as soon as possible. I am still looking forward to playing against you in this year's grass court season."

Simple and sincere.

Gao Wen didn't say, "Injury is not a big deal" or "Things will be fine", because he knew that these were all polite words, and they could even be said to be lies, which only had a false consolation effect for Raonic. On the contrary, it is the truth from the heart that can bring real energy.

He and he are looking forward to fighting on the grass and starting a head-to-head confrontation——

Because Gao Wen believes that Raonic can return with full blood and still maintain top competitiveness. The future of this group of young people has just begun.

Such a gesture is worth a thousand words, and the belief hidden in the words is so firm and so clear, like a North Star, lighting up a ray of dawn in the vast darkness, guiding those who are lost to move forward firmly, step by step towards hope .

Raonic could feel a warm current flowing from the bottom of his heart, and his nose was slightly sore.

But Raonic still controlled himself. Looking at Gao Wen, thousands of words were surging in his mind, but it was difficult to express clearly in a few words, so Raonic raised his jaw slightly and shook his face with a smile. shook his head.

"No, no, Gao Wen, you are no match for me on the grass."

That confident appearance made Gao Wen open his mouth, and his words were filled with inconceivable words.

This expression immediately made Raonic and Dimitrov both burst into laughter.

Dimitrov looked at Raonic, with a slight gleam in his eyes, and a sense of bondage between brothers and sisters——

Although Dimitrov has not suffered any injuries, his state has continued to slump in the past two months. The feeling of being trapped in a cage is almost about to explode. The pressure from the clay season and the grass season is even more overwhelming. Exactly the same situation as Raonic.

They, this group of young people, are going through different stages of their careers and facing similar but different difficulties. They are rivals on the field but side-by-side in their careers, even if they don’t get along much in private. , but the fighting friendship is still different.

In Raonic, Dimitrov sees frustration and frustration, but also himself.

Dimitrov is a perfectionist who cannot accept or forgive his poor performance on the field.

But competitive sports is often like this. The more you want to perform well, the easier it is to trip yourself up, and you end up tying yourself up.

Raonic needs to face injuries.

Dimitrov, you need to face your demons.

They all have their own battles to fight and with the ultimate short-term challenge at Wimbledon, time is running out.

"Milos, recover as soon as possible, we are waiting for you at Wimbledon."

As he spoke, Dimitrov's nose felt a little sore. It was so sudden and unexpected that even Dimitrov himself didn't expect the surge of emotion.

Since the beginning of this year, the ubiquitous pressure has accumulated for too long and is too heavy. Perhaps, they themselves do not realize that their bodies and minds are being tortured and tested by multiple pressures.

Hearing what Dimitrov said, even Raonic's eye sockets were slightly red, and he lowered his head in embarrassment, hastily hiding his expression.

Gawain shook his head lightly, "Grigor, do you mean to look down on Milos? He is not going to miss the Roland-Garros bus."

In a word, the atmosphere immediately relaxed.

Raonic was about to raise his head to respond when he heard Dimitrov's startled voice, "Is Milos really planning to continue playing clay?"

The questioning voice combined with Dimitrov's serious and focused expression immediately made Raonic look over with a depressed face, "Grigor, are you questioning my clay clay strength, or Questioning my resilience?"

"Milos, be confident, Gregor is questioning you." Gawain said bluntly.

Dimitrov: Pfft.

Raonic didn't hold back, and burst out laughing, "Gawain!"

Gao Wen raised his hands to express his surrender, with an innocent face, as if he didn't realize what he meant by what he just said.

Raonic was speechless.

This honest, honest and shy man looked at Gao Wen, helpless, and opened his mouth. Finally, he couldn't hold back, and all his words turned into a smile, which was released.

(End of this chapter)