Franklin_Nwakamma

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.

My Goalkeeping System

"Oh, come on," Dave said in frustration as he watched the ball fly past the crossbar.


'I don't care about how really close it gets, I just want it to hit the damn crossbar.'


He took a few steps backward before closing up on the second ball and with a kick, he sent it flying toward his target.


He watched the ball as it flew toward the crossbar and smashed on it before falling over.


<That's one out of two, I think you're off to a good start>


The next two balls had flown past the crossbar without touching it but they had both come really close to hitting it.


"Off to a good start." He muttered before biting his lower lip.


He stared at the last ball on the floor and took a deep breath before closing his eyes.


He pulled his leg back and kicked the ball with less short power and more precision.


Good Deal