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

Emma was still busy working on her laptop in the living room when she heard someone knock on the door.


She didn't respond immediately and typed a few more words before she got up and made her way to the door which she opened to find Dave standing there.


"You're back." She said, sounding a bit surprised. "That was fast."


"Yeah, there was no reason to take time." He said before walking into the house.


As soon as he was inside the house, Emma slowly closed the door before turning his gaze to her.


"So, what did they need you for?" She asked. 


"He wasn't exactly the one who wanted to see me." The goalkeeper said as he made his way to the couch.


"Then who was it then?" She asked as she slowly followed him to the couch. "Your father?"


Great Day!