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My Goalkeeping System

What is worse than being the worst team in the world? For Dave Richards that was a very easy but heartbreaking question to answer, a goalkeeper who performed poorly between the sticks, he was still available as a first-choice goalkeeper because Unique FC didn't have any other goalkeeper. He was slow on his feet, couldn't jump properly and worst of all, he didn't know how to hold the ball properly. The only way that Unique FC was able to survive taking in a massive goal-fest sometimes was because of the extra effort they put in their defence. After a terrible match in which Dave wasn't able to make any saves and also made a lot of mistakes, he was seriously scolded by the managerial staff and almost received a beating from his angry teammates. He got home sad and also angry at all those who told him he looked like his grandfather and would therefore inherit his goalkeeping skills. He discovered a hidden door below his room and when he got down there the only thing he could see was a black box. He found the box to be quite familiar and when he opened it the last thing he saw was a bright white light when the light was gone he could see something in his field of vision. [ Welcome Dave ] [ You have activated the Goalkeeping system ] A female voice read out the messages. This is a story about how an ordinary man who didn't know his place between the sticks went from nothing to pro and beyond that.

Franklin_Nwakamma · Sports
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A Day To Tour Around

"When are you planning on waking up?"

The voice was faint at first but then it became clearer and clearer until he finally opened his eyes to see Mateo standing over him with a coffee mug in his hand.

"You're finally awake." The winger said with a relieved voice.

"What do you mean I'm finally awake, isn't this when I'm supposed to wake up?" The goalkeeper asked with a faint voice.

"Seriously? Why don't you take a look at the clock?"

Dave did as he was told and slowly sat up on his bed before turning to the wall clock to see that the time was 9:30 AM.

"Oh, boy." He muttered before he began to scratch the back of his mind.

'I must have lost track of time in there. Why didn't you tell me that my time was due.'

<You told me to leave you alone>

'I didn't mean it like that, oh, what does it matter anyway? It's not like I'm late for anything.'