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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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Pissed Off Dave

After having their lunch together, the four had spent a few more hours together talking and laughing, it was a really enjoyable time for all of them and with twenty minutes remaining for the time to hit four PM, Dave had decided to go get ready for their evening training.

He went upstairs to put on his training outfit and, walking into the room, the first place his eyes landed was on his bed where he had left his phone before going downstairs a few hours ago.

He walked to the bed and sat down there before picking up his phone.

He still needed to talk to his father about what Norman had told him and although his previous calls were unanswered with him not making any attempt to call him back up till now, he was still going to try again.

He clicked his dad's contact on his phone and slowly placed it against his ear.

The call rang on his end for a while before he finally picked up the call.

"Hey, Dave," Tom said as his voice resounded through the speaker of Dave's phone.