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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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Surprise At The Tower

In Frankfurt, Germany, Mr. Palacio, Eintracht Frankfurt's manager could be seen sitting on a couch in the living room of his apartment.

He was sitting in front of the television with a cigarette slowly burning in his mouth.

The television wasn't on because he had gotten fed up with the news going around about the trashing they had received from league leaders Bayern Munich a few hours ago.

"They put nine goals past us and we couldn't even get one past them, when was the last time we conceded nine goals in a single match?" He said after bringing out the cigarette from his mouth and allowing the cloud of smoke to sip through his mouth.

It didn't take long before his phone which was on the table and turning his gaze to it he could see the name Mr. Gerd displayed there as the name of the caller.

'I wouldn't be surprised if it's a sack, my seventh loss of the season, a big humiliation.' The manager said before picking up his phone to pick up the call.

"Hello, Mr. Gerd."