D2: The Mighty Ducks

Chapter eight

"U.S.A. leading Russia two-to-one here in the third period." The announcer said.
"Over here." Russ called out.
I passed him the puck."Russ Tyler, Team USA's newest member from Los Angeles calling for the puck. He gets it."
"Its knuckle puck time." Russ smiled.
"He winds up. He shoots. He scores.!" the announcer yells.
"Yeah!"The whole team cheers in happiness.
"That's my stuff!" Russ cheered.
"I told him no visitors, but he wanted to congratulate you anyway." Bombay walked in with THE Wayne Gretzky behind him.
"That's Wayne Gretzky." I said in disbelief.
"Can I shake your hand?" Adam asked
"How ya doin'?" Wayne asked.
"This is The Great One." Charlie smiled.
"Wayne's fine." He answered.
We all took a picture with him."Say, hockey." he said.
"Hockey" we all said.
"Coach, shouldn't we have our hockey gear on?" Luis asked.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Guys, this is our last team practice, which means..." Gordon started.
"The return of Captain Blood." Averman sighed.
"No. It means let's have some fun." Gordon cheered.
"All right!" We screamed.
"Easy, easy now. Whoa. Good." Han said.
Trying to teach Tibbles how to skate. "I love it. I can skate." Tibbles smiled.
"Yes, he can skate." Jan laughed.
"Oh." Tibbles said as he flipped over the side.
I went to get the ball but ended up hitting it with my skate, it rolled until it came in contact with someone else's skate. I followed the skate to see the Iceland team. The coach popped our ball. "Playtime is over. We have the ice now. You and your little rink rats must leave." He snickered.
"We're right here, Coach." Dean ensured him.
"The only thing little was your career in the pros." Gordon shot back.
We all laughed. "Gordon, no, let's go." Miss. McKay tried to stop him.
"Well, at least I had a shot. I was there." Stansson argued.
"You were a disgrace. All right, team, we're outta here. Let's go, I said! Come on!"  Coach yelled.
"Can you still move on the ice? 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? Marria."  Stansson teased.
He threw a hockey stick at Bombay but he caught it. "Three bar. First one to hit both posts and the crossbar. Have to take it out past the blue line."  Coach explained.
"I know the game."  Stansson replied.
"Come on, Bombay. Come on! That's it. That's it.! Yeah.!"  we all yelled as he scored a point.
"News flash. That wasn't even my triple deke. One more post and you go home crying. By the way, Stansson, you owe me a beach ball."  Gordon taunted him.
Gordon was skating to make another goal when Stansson came up behind him and hit his bad knee.
Gordon dropped the hockey stick and fell to the ground clutching his knee. We helped him up."Get your coach off the ice. We have to practice now."  Stansson laughed.
Fulton, Dean and I tried to go after him but the team held us back."Stay back! Back, back, back." Gordon yelled.
We all left the rink. And went to bed. I couldn't sleep so i went over to Adams room, "Adam can I stay in here I can't sleep."
He just nodded I got in bed and laid my head on his chest in a matter of minutes I fell asleep.