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

'I guess this intense Focus Training is the only thing that I'm going to be doing until I master it.' Dave said subconsciously after opening his eyes.


The goalkeeper slowly turned his gaze to Emma who was peacefully sleeping beside him with her right hand on his body.


"Well, today's the day." He muttered before he slowly removed her hand from his body and sat up on the bed.


He checked the time to see that it was 6:14 AM, after that, he quickly slid his legs into his running boots and made his way downstairs.


Now that the hill was part of his daily training exercise, his morning run now lasted for one hour or more.


After an hour and some minutes, he came back home and opened the door to catch a mouth-watering aroma in the air.


"Something smells nice." The goalkeeper said as he made his way to the kitchen.


"You're back," Emma said before turning to face him. "Good morning."


Dave's Scheme