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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 · Esportes
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My Girlfriend's A Sports Reporter

The sun was blazing hot in the afternoon but Dave didn't seem to be bothered by it as he stood about six meters away from the goalpost in the lawn with five of his mini balls lined up right in front of him.

'Here we go, Catherine.'

He let out a deep sigh as he drew back a little before quickly stepping closer to kick the first ball in the row.

The ball flew straight toward the crossbar, Dave thought it was going to hit it until it zoomed past it and hit the flower behind.

<That was close>

'Yeah.' Dave replied before taking two steps backward.

He raced toward the next ball and shot it toward the top right-hand corner.

The ball flew toward the target and smashed on the crossbar before falling over.

"Yes!" He yelled with an elated voice.

<One out of two, keep going>

The third had flown over without hitting the crossbar, and the fourth one had also flown over out of his lawn and had to go get it.