Hello Hurricane {English Translation}

11. Domen - Garmisch-Partenkirchen - Day of qualification

"Shit! That doesn't work. I have to keep my hip up a little bit more, "dissatisfied, Domen saw to Nejc, one of Goran's assistant trainers. Together they stood in the jumpers accommodation and did some imitation exercises, the last ones before the qualification in Garmisch would start.

Nejc had just put the dissatisfied Slovenian back on the ground. Now the coach just rolled his eyes. Domen was never completely satisfied with his exercises. There was always something that didn't was to Domen's liking, but lately, it had noticeably gotten out of hand.

"One more time. I feel like I'm- "

"No, forget it, Domen. You heard what Goran told you half an hour ago, didn't you? "Nejc shook his head. He admired the boy for his ambition, but Domen tripped over his own ambition lately.

"Of course, I listened to it. But- "Domen wanted to protest when he was interrupted again by Nejc.

"Other question: Were you only physically present or indeed mentally, too?" Nejc asked, praying that this wouldn't become a long discussion. Young Prevc could become exhausting when he had his counseling-resistant day.

"Domen, you have to let things run their course. Your first jumps were good, now trust your skills and slowly build on them, then you have chances being on the podium again, boy, "Imitated Domen his coach in a deep rough voice. Some people, who were surrounding them, gave him amused glances.

"Um, okay, then you've certainly understood the message? Not forcing anything?" With his hands on his hips Nejc watched the facial expressions of the Slovenian, who now not only annoyed rolled his eyes, also shook his head.

"How am I supposed to get better if I don't delete my mistakes through training? And why should I jump the jump as before, when I only reach the top ten? I thought you wanted victories? ", Domen folded his arms. He had always felt that his ambition hadn't been sufficiently appreciated. And if Peter brooded over his jumps for hours, nobody said anything, too.

"You won't win with your crowbar in your arms. It's too heavy and pulls you down, "Nejc replied smartly and Domen would have liked to pull out his crowbar to show him, how hard such a thing really could be. And how painful. "Do some loosening exercises instead, go jogging something like that and then you will make it. Believe me"

"It's really admirable how easy you take it, but I wanted to make the whole thing a bit more professional. So, please, could we just-"

"Watch out!" - "Attention!" - "Shit!" - "Ball!"

Excited voices came over and before Domen realized what they were trying to tell them, he was struck by a ball that brushed the back of his head.

"Ow!" He shouted indignantly, rubbing his head. Looking for the causer, he turned around and saw Andreas Wellinger, who came running up to him.

"Sorry, I didn't want to make a target out of you, the sun blinded ... I haven't hit the ball properly," stammered the young German out of breath.

"Doesn't matter. Domens pighead can't be killed that easily, "Nejc accepted the apology instead of Domen and they both started laughing.

"Your apprehension is really touching," Domen grumbled, but didn't want to make a fuss. Not in front of all the people. That would only end in a catastrophe that would push him back into the "don't behave like a child- track". Daniel had clearly showed him, how fast it could going.

"Hey, do you want to play with us? We are still one too few, "Andreas asked friendly. But at that moment, at that Domen wanted to decline, Nejc said: