Text Messages — Episode 2

FC, one of England's biggest clubs, fresh from the lower leagues. I came from an ordinary background. My resume was nothing special. He only got in because of his connections.

How did someone with a resume like his make the first team? Since when has a club like Albion lowered its standards? He seriously did this. But none of that could stop me from liking him.

When I heard Castellan Crown FC had arrived in London for their European Crown League knockout and that he'd been injured, I made a special trip to the club's affiliated medical centre to visit him, maybe surprise him.

Before I could push the door open. Everyone knows Adrian's straight. He can't stand gay guys. He's definitely going to make that little winger cry.

You actually gave out Adrian's private number? Don't you afraid he'll kick you straight into the advertisement boards? Through the half-open door, I caught sight of Nico. His right ankle was strapped into a rigid brace

as he lounged against the hospital bed, surrounded by a few of his Castellan Crown FC teammates. Adrian knows I'm soft-hearted. He was the one who came up with the idea.

No way. Adrian actually did something that nice? Adrian, is Nico telling the truth? Only then did I notice someone else sitting quietly in the corner. Dressed in a black training kit, he sat with his head lowered,

completely focused on his phone. Adrian Vail, Westbridge Albion FC's star striker. British Crown League Golden Boot.