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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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Control Over My Dream

"So this is what you look like," Dave said as he walked down the endless white space with the voice he used to hear in his head who was now a human figure.

"I don't have a human figure but in your mind, I can have one," Catherine said.

"Okay, so you can take a human figure in my mind." He said.

"Yeah, but it's all up to you." She said,

"What do you mean?"

"I am like this because this has been the way you have always pictured me," She said.

"You're kidding right, because I don't remember picturing you as a person."

"That's what you think, but you do it without even realizing it," Catherine said.

"Huh?"

"You know I used to have black curly hair just like Emma until the day Emilia showed up and it suddenly turned red because you seemed to like her hair better than Emma's."

"My mind does all these things and I don't even know about it."