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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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Break The Blame

"Hey, what are you doing?" She said with a smile on her face before slowly opening her eyes and turning to the side to see that no one was there. "Oh, he's gone."

She slowly raised her gaze toward the exit and kept it there for a while before she slowly began to get up from the bed.

"I still don't feel good but I have things to do before going to work, I was lucky that Miss. Nelly didn't notice my late coming yesterday." She mumbled to herself as she made her way out of the room.

'This is becoming too much, I have to take that test again, but what if…."

Just as she stepped onto the first step of the staircase, the sweet smell of something getting fried swept past her nose.

"What's that?" She said before increasing her pace down the staircase.

She got down the staircase and made her way to the kitchen to find Dave there, he was certainly frying something and he was putting on her red apron.

"Dave?" She said with a surprised expression on her face.