Charlie had recruited Russ to fill Banks' spot for our game against Russia. We were currently winning two to one. I sent Russ the puck and he set up for his knucklepuck. He sent in through the air right into the corner of the net.
After the game, we were in the locker room when coach Bombay spoke to us. "I told him no visitors, but he wanted to congratulate you anyway." He said and then Wayne Gretzky entered the room. He came over to us and we all shook his hand. "Guys, this is the great one." Charlie said. "Wayne's fine." Everyone laughed. "Say hockey!" The photographer said as we took a picture.
Another time skip
"Coach, shouldn't we have our hockey gear on?" Luis asked as we skated onto the ice in our normal clothes. "Guys, this is our last team practice, which means-" Averman cut him off.
"The return of Captain Blood." "No." Coach Bombay said, laughing along with the team. "It means... Let's have some fun." He said, bringing out a beach ball. He launched it into the air and all of us skated after it.
We all looked at the boards when Mr Tibbles went over them and into the bench. We all shrugged and turned back to the beach ball.
Averman hit it but it landed right in front of the Iceland team. Coach Stansson picked it up and squeezed all the air out of it. Then skated towards us. "Playtime is over. We have the ice now. You and your little rink rats must leave." Stansson said. "We're right here, coach." Dean called out.
"The only thing little was your career in the pros." Coach Bombay said. We all laughed.
"Gordon, no. Let's go." Ms McKay said. "Well, at least I had a shot. I was there." "You were a disgrace." They stared at each other for a minute. "Alright, team. We're outta here. Let's go, I said Come on!" Coach Bombay said to us. "Can you still move on the ice? Well, please, play a little with me. Show me that famous triple deke that your daddy taught you. Or was it that old geezer over there?" He said, talking about Jan.
"You know what-" I started off but was cut off by Dean. "No!" "But-" "That's it. I'm putting you in timeout. Go sit on the bench." He said. "What-" "Go!" Dean yelled, pointing towards the bench. I rolled my eyes and skated over to the bench and sat down. The Iceland trainer gave Stansson a stick which he passed to Bombay. "Three bar. First one to hit both posts and the crossbar. Have to take it out past the blue line." Coach Bombay said. "I know the game."
Stansson kept checking Bombay and then he got a goal. Coach Bombay got one soon after before getting checked again. He then got a second goal. They started skating down the ice when Stansson hit coach Bombay in his injured knee. I jumped off the bench and skated over with everyone else. Ms McKay and Charlie helped him up. "Get your coach off the ice. We have to practice now." I started to go after him but everyone else pushed me back. "YOU CUNT" I yelled before a hand was put over my mouth.
Another time skippy
It was the day of the finals and we had been relocated to a brand new rink. We were all in the locker room getting ready when Banks came in. "I woke up and the pain was gone." He said, rotating his hockey stick with his bad wrist. Everyone cheered. "Adam, I'm sorry, we already have a full roster." Coach Bombay said and the mood in the room instantly deepened. Russ went to take off his jersey but Charlie stopped him. "He can have my spot." He said and everyone turned to look at him. Charlie sighed. "It's what I can do for the team. Let me do it." Adam placed his hand on Charlie's shoulder. "Charlie, I need you on the bench, coaching right there with me." Coach Bombay said, handing Charlie a clipboard.
