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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 · Sport
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Too Easy

Clark had to leave just after filling Dave in on everything they had to take care of after his match tomorrow and although Shinobu wanted to leave with him, Emma insisted that she stuck around for a little while, only if she wanted to of course.

Shinobu didn't seem to be in a hurry so she decided to oblige her.

It seemed like Emma just wanted to have a friendly conversation with her, and while they were doing that, Dave headed upstairs to get changed.

He was in his room at the moment, slowly pulling off his shirt.

<So, what do you think of her?>

'Where's that question coming from?'

<Just answer>

Getting that response, the goalkeeper let out a sigh before sitting down on the bed to pull off his pants.

'I can't know what I think of her until I've actually spoken to her, so you'll have to wait a bit longer to get an answer from me.'

<I guess that's fair>