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

"That was a very long walk." The goalkeeper said before opening the door to his house.


He took off his running boots and threw them to the side before turning his gaze to the already set up table in the dining area.


"She must have already left for work." He muttered as he made his way to the table and when he got closer, he discovered that something wasn't exactly right. "She never leaves the food open like this before leaving, she must still be here then." 


He made his way upstairs and to the room where he found her fast asleep on the bed.


"Why would she go back to bed after making breakfast?" 


He made his way to the cupboard beside the bed and picked up his phone to see that the time was 8:11 AM. 


"That's strange, doesn't she plan on going to work today?" He said before slowly sitting beside her.


My Goal Is Different