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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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Mind Games

The goalkeeper could see the distance he had covered and for how long he had been running on the screen like a system and since he was on the treadmill which was on, it was impossible for him to stop moving.

"The sky, the birds, it all feels so real." The goalkeeper said as he ran down the street.

Clark was watching him from the real world, and after watching him for a while, he turned his gaze to the screen at the back to see four kilometers displayed on it.

'Four kilometers already?'

"Alright, Dave, that's enough." He said before taking off the headset.

"Hey, come on, I wanted to do twenty kilometers."

"And what was I supposed to do while you did that? Sit down and watch you?" Clark said. "You'll get a lot of time to do twenty kilometers, especially when you crank up the speed of the treadmill, but tell me what you think of it first, I can see that you like it, but I want to hear what you have to say."