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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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It had been just two minutes since he picked her up and so far nothing had been said between the two in the car as he drove them home.

"So, how was the seminar?" Dave asked, breaking the spell of silence.

"It was nice."

"That's good," Dave said.

"For the first parts of it, after that, it got really boring and I would have fallen asleep if it weren't for my dignity." She said before letting out a deep sigh. "Attending a seminar for sports reporters would be really fun, I envy Emma."

"I see you're still complaining about not getting to be a sports reporter." He said.

"Still complaining?"

"Yeah, I overheard you talking to Emma about it the last time you visited."

"Oh."

"You know Emma said that she didn't really like sports reporting when she got her job, she said it wasn't that bad but she would pick other niches over it if she was given the chance to choose."

"I knew she wouldn't like it that much," Emilia said.