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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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Let Off Lightly

There were about nineteen cars already parked in the parking lot as he drove his car into the area.

He parked his car in one of the spaces left and stared off through the glass for a while before opening the door and stepping down from the car.

"Of course, everyone's here." He said before slamming the door shut. "I'm an hour and twenty minutes late."

<Instead of trying to comfort yourself with sentiments, I think you should head to the pitch fast before you become two hours late>

Dave didn't reply to her as he slowly walked toward the entrance, he wasn't acting like someone who was arriving late for training.

<I thought you were supposed to be walking way faster than this>

'What's the point of rushing when you're already an hour plus late?'

<So that you don't add more minutes to your tardiness>

'Doesn't really make any difference.'