For decades, Patrice Evra could not cry. When he watched sad films, the former Manchester United and France captain would not feel much. When friends and relatives died, his eyes were dry. If something amazing happened, such as winning the Champions League, he would be outwardly grinning, but inside, he was numb. “I was a robot,” he says.
When others showed emotion, he wasn’t sympathetic. One day, while playing for Juventus in about 2015, he recalls seeing a teammate well up.
