Russell's POVTanya waited three days before she brought up the cruise, which was longer than I expected from her.By then I had already sat through two training sessions, a recovery appointment and one conversation with my agent in which he managed to use the phrase "containment of unnecessary narratives" without once sounding embarrassed by himself. Nothing had leaked publicly, at least not in any useful form, but football had its own private bloodstream. News moved through dressing rooms, group chats, assistants, girlfriends, agents and people who had no business knowing anything but somehow always did.I walked into my apartment after training and found Tanya sitting at the kitchen island with one leg crossed over the other, scrolling through her phone. She did not look up immediately. That alone told me she had come to argue."Hello to you too," I said, dropping my keys beside the fruit bowl.She placed her phone face down on the counter and looked at me. "You fought Andre Fernan
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