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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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Close Strike

Mateo had to be taken off the pitch to get medical attention, and while he was receiving treatment, the game had to continue.

The winger seemed to be doing okay at least as he was sitting on the floor with a cotton wool on his mouth.

Natasha was right in front of him because she was the one taking care of the situation.

"I think I'll take that out now." She said before slowly removing the piece of cotton wool from his mouth. "I think that should stop the bleeding."

A part of the cotton wool was covered with blood and she had to throw that into the small waste bin beside her.

Mateo didn't say anything as he proceeded to place his hand on his jaw.

"Are you still feeling pain down there?" She asked.

"Yeah, and it feels like it got worse as soon as you removed the cotton wool." He replied.

His words were a bit muffled because of the discomfort he was feeling in his mouth now.

"Can I have a piece of that?" He asked before pointing at the pack of cotton wool she had with her.