Hello Hurricane {English Translation}

7. Domen - Oberstdorf - Day of competition

"We don't paddle, we jump. So stop doing this exaggerated arm movement when jumping off. It makes you too restless in the air, then you have to correct and you lose height. Understood? "Goran asked, looking at Domen. They sat in a small adjoining room of the gym, where they were preparing for the competition. They were just about to analyze his jumps from yesterday one last time.

"Aye, sir!" saluted Domen in the face of the commanding tone of his coach, who only shake his head. He have never come across such a stubborn person in his whole career. Domen actually took the cake.

"If you only would listen well in all things. If you are late next time, then we'll go without you, "threatened the Slovenian head coach whose patience had been put to the test one more time earlier today.

"Gotcha," Domen grinned. He knew that would never happen. His coach frowned his brows, considering about that his hilarity. He had to keep an eye on the boy and make sure he didn't completely lose ground under his feet. He understood that it wasn't always easy for him. He had noticed the tense relationship between the brothers, after all he wasn't stupid. However, he wasn't sure if he should really get involved. Cause these quarrels so far had no impact on the team.

"Sure, you've got it. And I braid myself a plait every morning. Nevertheless boy: Don't worry too much. You're only 17. Let's take it easy, "Goran tried to reduce the pressure on the younger one, who seemed to be eaten away by ambition. Somehow, he had to get his mentee to relax a little bit more. Just like he was at the beginning of the season.

Domen's facial traits darkened. "I still don't know how ski jumping correlates with my age. I always thought it was about the jumps. That's how you can be wrong, "he growled insulted. It was always the same!

"Sure it's about the jumps. But you- "continued Goran to explain to his athlete what he meant, but was interrupted.

"Then everything fits and we can leave my age out there. After all, that isn't responsible for my jumps, " finished Domen the statement of his coach prematurely and sat in front of him, his arms crossed, staring defiantly. "What matters are the technique and the training that I'm going to go to now."

"You won't," Goran announced.

"Of course I will", Domen stunned contradicted. Since when Goran wanted him to avoid training?! He had to train! The jumps had showed that well enough yesterday. He wanted to clear his mind of all this weird jumble. But that wouldn't work if he sat in a corner and philosophize about the meaning of life. Apart from the fact that his meaning of life was clearly the sport. He didn't have to think about it. He already knew this.

"No, you won't! You are too tense! You burn off all your energy in your workouts. The tournament isn't a sprint. It's a marathon. You have to conserve your energy, " The coach said firmly and ran his hand impatiently over his head. A sure sign that you shouldn't provoke him further.

"I'm in top shape! I'm seventeen. I am able to celebrate three days in a row and would still be able to access top jumps on the fourth day, "the younger boy decidedly resisted.

"Oh, I thought we should keep your age out of this?" grinned Goran at his protege with a raised eyebrow. That was probably what you called a classic own goal.

"But-" Domen started angrily. He didn't like it to be forced into a corner like that.

"Now listen: The last time I checked my accreditation, I was still the head coach and not you. No arguments anymore. Your impulsiveness is a hanging matter. Especially if you transfer your behavior to your jumps every time. You have to get that under control! That's why I say: No training today, except to warm up. Instead, you'll be working intensivly with Andrej, "he announced, watching a heavy storm began to develop over Domens head.