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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 · スポーツ
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S.S. Lazio Vs Unique FC: Match Day One

'Hey, Catherine, you have roughly accurate information of what SS Lazio players should be able to do in a match, right?'

The goalkeeper was back in his room now and had his gaze on the ceiling as he lay on his back.

<Yeah, I have that kind of information about almost every team in Europe but it's not as accurate as you think>

'That's okay, seeing a little bit of what they can do is okay.' He said subconsciously before turning his gaze to Mateo to see that he was already fast asleep.

He returned his gaze to the ceiling and didn't move it away from there for a while until his eyes began to get heavy and finally, he shut them and dozed off.

Just a few minutes after falling asleep, he found himself in the empty white space with Catherine standing right in front of him with that expressionless look on her face.

"What did you do to your hair?" The goalkeeper asked with a puzzled look on his face.

She had silver hair now and the glasses she had on when he saw her last were gone.