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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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Racing The Rain

"I think it's about time we stop a cab, Dave, we can't afford to get wet," Clark said.

The raindrops weren't that much so there weren't really enough to get anybody that wet but the clouds still looked dark and heavy which meant that the main thing could come pouring down on them anytime soon.

"Maybe this is just one of those misleading rains that just drops a few raindrops before the sky clears up again," Dave said.

"Better safe than sorry Dave, we'll be screwed if the sky starts pouring down on us and we don't have any cabs close by to stop and get on," Clark said.

Dave was quiet for a while as he stared off into the distance before folding his hands into fists.

"Then we'll have to beat the rain." He said.

"What the heck are you talking about?" Clark asked with a confused expression on his face.

'What the heck have I gotten myself into today?'

"How about we run a six-kilometer race, you and me?" The goalkeeper said.

"You want us to run?"