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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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Unexpected Visit

Tom Richards had been out of the country for about two months now and Dave didn't expect him to be back now that was why he was very surprised to see him.

"Can I come in?" Tom asked.

"Sure dad," Dave said, making way for him to enter the house. "You can have a seat there." He said pointing at the couch.

The goalkeeper quickly scanned the room with his eyes and when he couldn't find Emma he quickly made his way to the kitchen where he saw her cleaning the dry blood stains on the floor with a sponge.

"Hey, you don't have to do that," Dave said as he quickly rushed to her and pulled her up from the floor.

"It's not much work… I was almost done," Emma said looking at the floor.

"Let me do it." He said taking the sponge from her. "But that'll be later because we have a guest now."

"Who?" Emma asked.

"My dad," Dave said.

"Your dad? You mean like the president of Unique FC?"

"Yeah, him," Dave said.

"I thought you said he wasn't returning home until next month," Emma said.