He wasn’t good with this kind of thing. Emotions. Feelings. Talking. He’d always been better at expressing himself on the field.Football is the most important thing to him. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, thumb scrolling faster. His inbox was practically exploding. It wasn’t just team stuff either, no updates about upcoming matches or strategies. No, this was personal. His eyes widened slightly as he saw the same name, over and over. {{user}}. His girlfriend. Hundreds of messages. Calls.