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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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Four Points Away

Dave had been lying on his bed for quite a while now without doing anything, he was scrolling through his phone at first but at some point, he had gotten tired and dropped.

He raised his watch to his view to see that the time was an hour and five minutes past noon.

"I should probably go downstairs and see what they are doing." He muttered before slowly getting up from his bed.

He quickly made his way downstairs and just as he walked further down the stairs he could hear steam sounds coming from the kitchen.

He walked into the kitchen to see that the two were busy trying to make something.

Emma seemed to be steaming something over at the gas cooker area while Emilia was helping her chop some vegetables by the side.

"Hi," Emilia said with a smile as soon as she saw him.

Emma also noticed his presence as she turned off the gas cooker and grabbed a cloth to clean her hands before turning to face him.

"I thought you were never going to come down from there." She said,