Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking, mocking. David, the team's top scorer, was now tasked with being the playmaker. He always liked the simplicity of scoring goals. He looked at the formation drawn on the whiteboard.

He felt a sense of disorientation wash over him. His fingers tapped a restless rhythm on the table. The chatter of his teammates felt distant, their enthusiasm for the new system irritating.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm the jitteriness in his stomach. The playbook felt too thick, the instructions too complicated. He couldn't imagine himself making those passes.