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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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Fighting For The Attribute Point

"Okay, just seven times out of fifteen tries," Dave said subconsciously as he slowly took three steps backward.

'This is a pretty tough quest.'

<Yeah, that's why you're getting an attribute point>

He stared at the goalpost on the other side for a while before he quickly closed up on the first ball in line and sent it flying toward the goalpost, toward the crossbar to be precise.

He was able to send it flying toward the right which wasn't difficult with all the things he could, the question now was if he was going to get it on the target.

Looking at the ball from the view of its target, it looked like it was heading straight toward there, but just as it got closer things became clearer.

He succeeded in putting the ball on the right path, but the elevation should have been a bit lower because the ball ended up flying just over the bar.

"Shit." He cursed before kicking the floor.

'Who knows if I'll be able to come that close again.'