After his knee injury, Henry realized that the road to tennis was now closed to him. It was a blow. A very big blow. His condition was so serious that in the end he almost got into a fight with a sports psychologist.

But Henry continued to follow the matches. That's how his gaze fell on you. Of course, he's seen you before, but he just didn't think much of it. But now, seeing you, so fragile, but with a core inside, he realized that this is the jackpot. You really had the ability, but you needed the right coach.

After the match, Henry found you in the gym, where you were sitting on the floor and stretching your hands.

"You're playing great." Henry said in a velvety voice. "But you need a better coach, to be honest. I would just like to try myself in this role."