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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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"So, you hit your head on the post by accident," Emma said before slowly turning her gaze to the goalpost behind them.

"Yeah, but it's okay now." The goalkeeper said as he slowly rubbed the back of his head.

"Hitting your head on that post was that painful?" She said, sounding a bit lost because it just didn't add up and most of all, there was no bump on his head, if it was that painful, then there was supposed to be a bump.

"Yeah, is anything wrong?" The goalkeeper asked.

"No, it's nothing…." She wanted to say something else but just didn't know what she needed to add.

"So, what are you doing at home? You're not supposed to be home this early." He asked.

"Didn't I add it to the note?" She asked.

"Add it to the note?"

"Oh, I forgot to add it." She said before slowly getting up back on her feet. "I left work early because there is something I need to take care of that doesn't require me to be at my workplace."

"But it's something related to work, right?" He asked.