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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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Stupid

It was nighttime, everywhere was dark, nobody was moving around and the neighborhood was very quiet, an indication that everyone had gone to bed.

The time being displayed on the wall clock in Dave's living room was 1:15 AM, and upstairs Dave was lying on the bed fast asleep alongside Emma was also fast asleep with her right arm placed on his body.

"What was that?" The goalkeeper mumbled before he slowly opened his eyes.

He turned his gaze to Emma who was sleeping peacefully beside him before slowly turning away toward the room's exit.

<A dream, maybe>

'Wait? You didn't see it?'

<I don't have access to your dreams unless you turn on dream control>

'Oh, I see.'

<So, what did you see?>

'Um….I can't really explain.' He said subconsciously before placing his hand on his chin.

<Just tell me what you saw>