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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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Something Intense

After about one hour and some minutes in the air, the plane had finally landed at Unique City's airport and after making his way down the plane, it was time for him to start heading home.

Emma was sitting in the living room with her laptop sitting on the table in front of her.

She was busy working on her laptop but she couldn't fully concentrate and would constantly break her focus to look at the clock.

Looking at it now she could see that the time was 6:43 PM.

"He should be back anytime soon now." She muttered before turning her gaze back to her laptop's screen.

She continued doing what she was doing for about five minutes and just before she could raise her gaze to look at the clock again, she heard three knocks on the door.

The knocks came again before she slowly got up from the couch and made her way to the door.

She stared at it for a while before she pulled it open to see the person she was expecting to see.