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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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Day Off

It was already morning as the bright rays of the bright morning shone into the room through the glass window, and just as the rays fell on Dave's face, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Where am I?" He muttered before slowly sitting up on the bed with his hand on his head. "Awww."

<What type of question is that supposed to be?>

"Oh, you're awake?"

He slowly turned his gaze to the door to see Emma entering the room with a tray in her hand.

"I thought it would be nice for you to have breakfast in bed today after your magnificent feat last night." She said before dropping the tray on the table beside the bed. "I made Bacon and egg but I need your preference on what you would like to drink."

"Drink?"

"Yeah, tea or coffee?" She asked.

"I think I'll take coffee." He said.

"Okay, then."

She was about to start heading toward the exit when he grabbed her by her wrist.

"Wait."

"What is it?" She asked after turning her gaze back to him.