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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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Group Of Death

Dave got up pretty early the next day and unlike yesterday, his wife was still asleep beside him on the bed.

"I guess she doesn't have the strength today." He muttered before slowly sitting up on the bed.

His morning run was a short one and after that, he did a little bit of workout in his gym before he moved to the lawn for some ball practice.

He joggled the ball with both of his feet for a while before he kicked it up with his right foot and then sent it flying toward the goalpost with his left.

The ball flew toward the top right-hand side and ended up hitting the crossbar before falling into the goalpost.

<Your left foot works well for you>

'Of course, it will, I've been forcing myself to use it in certain conditions since I was just a child, I don't want it to be useless to me in certain conditions where it can be useful.' Dave replied subconsciously.

<Yeah, I understand>

Dave didn't reply to her as he slowly began to make his way to the goalpost to pick the ball up.