She joins her family a few meters further, taps in each hand without effusion. Very quickly, the decision was made to keep their feet on the ground, literally, and everyone picks up their bag to descend towards the short. There follows about twenty minutes of strikes, in search of relaxation before media obligations. First a few crossed ranges, then slightly more rhythmic blows, facing his French coach Jean-Christophe Faurel, placed by the net next to the Sparring-Partner. The two make the wall on the fly, and on an easy bullet, funny, the player turns on the coach, who had felt the blow coming, adjusting quickly under the level of the net. He straightens up, and with the middle finger and the index finger first turned to his own eyes, he signals to Papa Gauff, posted on the side of the field, to make sure that he monitors his daughter well. Smiles on all faces. The embodied chill.
