Dave got up pretty early the next day and unlike yesterday, his wife was still asleep beside him on the bed.
"I guess she doesn't have the strength today." He muttered before slowly sitting up on the bed.
His morning run was a short one and after that, he did a little bit of workout in his gym before he moved to the lawn for some ball practice.
He joggled the ball with both of his feet for a while before he kicked it up with his right foot and then sent it flying toward the goalpost with his left.
The ball flew toward the top right-hand side and ended up hitting the crossbar before falling into the goalpost.
'Of course, it will, I've been forcing myself to use it in certain conditions since I was just a child, I don't want it to be useless to me in certain conditions where it can be useful.' Dave replied subconsciously.
Dave didn't reply to her as he slowly began to make his way to the goalpost to pick the ball up.
