Worrying Over Nothing

<Congratulations, Dave, after a hundred and sixteen games you have finally reached the passable record of thirty clean sheets>

'Are you mocking me, Catherine?'

The match was over now and the goalkeeper just wanted to make his way to the locker room and get some rest no matter how stupid that might sound with Minino already starting his after-match party but it looked like Catherine had a couple of things to say to him.

<Did it sound like mockery to you?>

'Obviously, is that even supposed to be a question?'

<Hmm, I guess do come off like that sometimes but wasn't my intention this time>

'Huh?'

<What I'm saying is that you're doing okay that's why I said passable, thirty clean sheets in a hundred and sixteen games not great but doesn't mean it's bad or terrible either, between good>

'In between good and okay?'