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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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Change Of Tempo

It had already been five minutes since the second half kicked off and so far Dynamo FC have been quiet while Unique FC were controlling the game, but despite that, they weren't finding it easy to get past their defense even through the middle where Norman told them that their defensive force was the weakest.

"Dynamo FC can't hold onto the ball so Unique FC are doing them the favor in hoarding it like they always do but things aren't going exactly smoothly for them." Jim articulated.

Mateo received the ball from Ferran on the right wing and tried to push his way through the two players who were already onto him but he knew it would be futile so he had to send the ball back to Roland who had gotten to the other side of the pitch now.

The left-back got hold of the ball and shifted a little to the middle before passing it to Ferran.

So far, the only thing that the host players were doing was stacking up passes without making any attacking attempts.