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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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The Press Conference

With 2:32 PM showing on the clock, Dave was ready for the press conference and was making his way down the staircase now.

He walked into the living room and looked around for a while before picking up his car keys from the table and making his way out of the house.

He was about to open the door to his car when his phone began to vibrate in his pocket.

He brought out his phone from his pocket to see his girlfriend's name displayed on the screen and for a few seconds there a smile appeared on his face before vanishing as he picked up the call and placed the phone against his ear.

"Hey." He said.

"Hey, how're you doing?" She asked.

"I'm okay, you?"

"I'm surviving so far." She replied. "Where are you now?"

"At home, about to start heading to the stadium."

"Okay, that's good."

"Is that the reason why you called?" Dave asked.