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25 : coach stansson

coach bombay had gladly accepted russ onto our team. i was more than excited to be playing with him on the ice. adding on, we could grow a closer bond.

we were playing against russia, us leading two to one in the third period. russ stood at the blue line, slapping his stick on the ice, asking for the puck.

he received the puck and began to wind up for his knucklepuck, as it was named. the puck flew past the defensemen and the goalie was too late to save it from hitting the back of the net. we ended with winning three to one.

as we were in our locker room, coach bombay had annouced, "i told him no visitors, but he wanted to congratulate you anyway."

the wayne gretzky walked into the room and my jaw nearly hit the floor. "make sure to keep the drool in your mouth, please," fulton told me as he patted my shoulder.

we all got together to get a photo for the newsaper. "say hockey!" the photographer said aloud. we all said it in unison and the photo was taken.

the following day was our last team practice. coach bombay had told us just to bring our skates, no gear. "coach, shouldn't we have our hockey gear on?" luis questioned the man.

"this is our last team practice, which means-" averman was quick to cut him off, "the return of captain blood." we all chuckled aloud at his comment.

"no, it means let's have some fun!" he bounced a beach ball into the air and we all went skating around the rink. everyone was having a grand time.

that was until averman slapped the ball forward and in front of us stood the entire team of iceland. the coach had grabbed the ball and easily popped it.

recently in the newspapers, it mentioned how iceland was beginning to get mad that we were getting better than them. to put it into simple words, they were jealous.

"playtime is over. we have the ice now," coach stansson began, "you and your little rink rats must leave." dean spoke up and told him, "we're right here coach bombay."

"the only thing little was your career in the pros." coach bombay laughed at his own joke. miss mckay tried to tell the man we should leave, but coach stansson had to speak again.

"well, at least i had a shot. i was there." coach bombay looked at the man in front of him disgusted. "you were a disgrace."

both of them stood in silence for a few seconds before coach bombay spoke up again. "alright team, we're outta here. let's go, i said. come on!" he urged for us to leave before something would happen.

"can you still move on the ice?" coach stansson began, "well, please, play a little with me. show me the famous triple deke your daddy taught you. or was it that old geezer over there?"

even though coach stansson wasn't talking to me, it still hit home. my father did leave my family and i hate him for that, but you shouldn't disrespect another person's parents.

coach stansson grabbed a stick from his assistant and tossed it to our coach. i could see miss mckay had a look in her eyes saying 'don't do it. you'll regret it.'

"three bar. first one to hit both posts and the crossbar. have to take it out past the blue line." and now the competition was rising. i shook my head and looked down at my skates. even i believed coach bombay shouldn't do this.

we were all cheering coach bombay on as he first had to defend coach stansson. he had thrown coach bombay a cheap shot, easily knocking him over. this gave coach stansson an open net, giving him the first post.

coach bombay took a good shot on the right side of coach stansson and hit the post. we all cheered together in joy at our coach. he luckily was able to get his second post as well, making a comment towards coach stansson which infuriated him.

just as coach bombay was coming up to shoot at the crossbar, coach stansson came behind him and slashed him on his bad knee. coach bombay fell to the ice immediately.

we all skated over to our coach, helping him stand on his two feet. the two stared at each other and if looks could kill, they would both be dead.

as we skated off the ice, one of the players on iceland tripped me with their stick. i instantly got back up and pushed him back. "what are you gonna do, huh?" he questioned me.

though before i could even answer, dean came in between us and spoke for me. "don't even test it." i could see dean lock his jaw as he was not kidding around with the boy.

the boy from iceland turned around and went back with his team. dean turned to me with worry written across his face.

"are you alright, bella?" he asked as he had his hand on my back. i nodded my head up at the taller boy. "i can't wait to beat them."