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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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No Urgency, No Tactics

The clock was showing twenty-five minutes now, twenty-five minutes since the match began and Unique FC were still one goal behind.

That goal from Tello had taken them by surprise, the way he took care of Jonas and the way he fired the shot from there were things that had taken them by surprise.

Litno FC were a side quite similar to Unique FC, they liked to keep the ball just like them and that was the reason why Unique FC were struggling a bit with possession here.

From the time they conceded that goal to this point, they had only managed to get one shot on target.

A ball that had been crossed deep into the box, Fred rose high and met it with a nod but it had deflected on the head of the player who jumped up with him at the same time and fell toward the goalkeeper for an easy catch.

After that it was as though they had run out of things to do, every other attempt by them to start an attack had failed and they had just resorted to pointlessly passing the ball around.