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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.

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"I'm still waiting." She said before moving closer to him with that fiery look in her eyes getting more intense.

Dave couldn't help but flinch backward a little.

"Um…I just went outside to look around a little." He said.

He tried to sound confident while saying that but he just couldn't get that nervous look off his face.

Emma didn't say anything for a little while and just stared at him before taking a step closer to him.

She still had that look on her face which was a clear indication that she didn't buy what he just said.

"Do I look like a fool to you?"

Her voice sounded normal before but now it had just changed to her angry voice a bit.

"No, you look like my beautiful and lovely wife, Emma." He said. "That is because you are my beautiful and lovely wife who hardly ever gets mad."

"Dave." She grumbled.

"You saw me coming down from upstairs, didn't you?" He said.

"Yeah." She replied. "So, where did you go?"