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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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Morning Run Trouble

After setting up the dinner table and serving the dishes, everyone sat down to eat together and that included Amber who wanted to leave as soon as she was done helping her senior, but Emma told her that it would be inappropriate to just leave after helping her with everything so she had to stay and eat dinner with them.

There was a little moment of silence in the room as everyone ate their meal quietly until Emma decided to break the silence.

"So, how was Switzerland?" She asked with her gaze fixated on Dave who didn't even know as his attention was on his food.

Catherine didn't even bother to tell him anything.

"Dave." She called, forcing the goalkeeper to quickly turn his gaze to her.

"Oh, you were talking to me."

"Of course, I was talking to you, who else would I be talking to?" She replied.

"Um….You know, Mateo was also in Switzerland with me so I thought you were asking him."

"Well, I'm not asking him."

"Oh."