At the age of seven, he would ask his uncle to stop raining. He wants to finish a game with a twelve-year-old child. He said he would win.
At the age of ten, he would win all the competitions in one breath because he heard that the Japanese slaughtered dolphins in the middle of the competition and wiped out a small Japanese player.
At the age of thirteen, he broke his finger in the game, but left a sentence on the floor: "I will lose, but my opponent will also pay a heavy price."
In May 2002, it ranked 762nd in the world. 15 years old 10 months old, won the first ATP tennis match. Two months later, at the age of sixteen, he officially turned professional and became one of the youngest professional players in ATP history.
This wayward and stubborn child is naive and transparent. Eyes shining with warm and sacred light, can only look up, unstoppable.
In 2008, the year of the Olympic Games, he came to China.
In the Olympic Village, he washes his own clothes and lives with his friends. People who see China people come forward to show off their new "Hello".
In the Olympic restaurant, he secretly signed autographs for volunteers. He can eat two Beijing roast ducks for lunch, but he is still not satisfied.
He is the dew on the petals in the morning, clean and beautiful, crystal clear, reflecting the color of the rainbow, reflecting the posture of the cloud, condensing the light of the sun, leaving indelible marks.
However, one strange and truly devastating disaster after another befalls Spanish teenagers.
On May 3rd1day, the gymnasium was silent. In the suffocating silence, only the shortness of breath of two players and the muffled sound of tennis hitting the red soil were heard.
Hit the ball back out of bounds. The score is frozen. The game is over. Cheers, screams and regrets are mixed together.
Unfinished five consecutive championships. Roland Garros' 31-victory magic ended.
"Every time I go to the stadium, I know that anything can happen, and I have to accept the result of success or failure in the same way. This is sports. You can win or lose. People will remember my victory and forget my previous failure-so this is not the worst game of my career. "
After the game, he summed it up like this. No excuses, no complaints. As always.
In fact, his acting skills are really poor. Optimism and a barely supported smile are the biggest flaws. But, I know, that was his last pride.
More than ten days later, the Spanish media learned a tearful and thought-provoking detail from his agent population. Before the start of the third game, he looked painfully at the frowning coach in the box and whispered a few bytes in Spanish-
"It hurts too much, I can't do it."
Fight until the last minute, lose the game, and never mention the root cause of failure again.
On June 4th, she withdrew from the Queen's Cup. On June 19, I quit Wimbledon.
As the defending champion of these two lawn events, it is impossible to continue the victory in this way, causing an uproar.
Confirmed. Tendinitis. The real murderer who caused all the appeals.
"In my career, quitting Wimbledon was the hardest decision. I will work hard to recover in the next time and try to return to the stadium as soon as possible. "
With that, he burst into tears and rubbed his eyes like a child. There is nothing you can do about it.
Strong people are often the most vulnerable, too fragile to be strong.
When Federer held the15th Grand Slam trophy at Wimbledon, and when the honor overwhelmed the Swiss, the fans in the center stadium held high "Everyone misses RAFA!" But it made me uneasy for a long time.
Before that, he also experienced the misfortune of his parents' divorce.
"There is always a reason for not performing well in the game. I am calm now, and I am satisfied with myself and everything this year. I don't know. There is always a reason, but this is private. "
This is the real test for this teenager who regards Mallorca's home as a castle.
"A person must adapt to all kinds of situations. No matter how bad the surrounding environment is, he can only keep walking with his head held high."
Some pain is hidden in your heart, so let it fester and scar quietly. If you keep touching it, it will always hurt. Many times, the pain can't be confided.
Forbearance. Silence. Strong.
He insisted firmly, sacred and awe-inspiring, proudly cool and gentle.
When the front of the teenager casts a shadow, when everything begins to deteriorate out of control, the original clean and beautiful side still blooms vividly. It is still dew on the petals in the morning, crystal clear as crystal, which condenses into eternity at the moment of sunrise.
It is a fact that the future is difficult.
When the referee has counted to nine in boxing and the rope behind him is the only support, it's up to you to stand up.
On the tennis court, how long will it take us to see that iconic headscarf roar? Could it be August 10? No one can answer.
But I firmly believe that a new chapter of this little Spanish pirate will begin again. This will be a great battle.
He is a beam of light that penetrates the fog.
Rafael Nadal, this darling is the most angelic.
Last words:
Nalan said, if life is just like first sight.
You must admit that some experiences, some scenes, some people, some things, no matter how lonely, some figures always make you unforgettable. Because of him on the road of life, youth will not be barren.
The cold lens truly recorded his attitude and eyebrows in the face of contempt, doubt and gossip. There is confusion, bitterness and disdain. There is no need to argue. Dreams and reality, loyalty and betrayal, reason and emotion have been repeatedly mentioned this summer.
Rafael Nadal.
He is like vanilla in Madagascar, chocolate in Belgium and nuts in Hawaii, and will always be deeply rooted in my heart.
Saliva can't drown faith. Trust me, he won't be knocked down at all.
Nevertheless, he is facing unprecedented difficulties in this long, psychedelic and silent summer.