Fire in her Heart and Ice in her Veins.

Chapter 23

Saturday, September 10, 1979. Oslo, Norway.  6:30 p.m. 

Chelseas POV

Norway VS. USA  Exhibition Game

We're losing the game 2-1 and we are playing like shit! 

There's two minutes left in the third and I am not impressed at all. From all the hard work we put  at practice and all the workouts we do, we should be smoking these guys! We are obviously missing something.. cough cough team work. 

I was starting to get nervous because I haven't scored yet and if I didn't score soon, there goes my chance at the Olympics. And my time with Boston. I don't want to lose him, he's made me really happy these last few weeks and even though I just met him not long ago, I feel like I've known him my whole life. I can't imagine my life without him in my life. 

My line up which is Mac and Mark Johnson are doing okay. I helped assist the first goal so I was doing good, but this is a team sport not individual. I could tell Herb was also pissed. I mean I could see why Herb was pissed. The boys weren't pulling together and working as a team. They're  still holding those damn grudges against each other even though its gotten better. 

Most coaches would yell when something goes wrong or in times where we are slacking off like we are now, but Herb just watched the game with tight and tense expression on his face. This was almost worse then when he yells at us. It was kinda unsettling. Like he was close to snapping. 

I jumped the boards and skated into our end, probably taking the last shift of the game. This team was very physical and they had no talent with the puck. But they were fast. 

Yet, despite this, we were losing to this crap team. I am pretty sure the Ice Lions could've beat these losers. And they suck. No, I am definitely sure PSU could've beat this team. Anyways back to the game...

I curled around the circle looking for a pass from the Defense and found Ken Morrow struggling to get the play out of our end. Jack was his partner this game and he was surprisingly pinned to the boards. And of course as a forward, we are waiting at our spot, so we can break out. 

The play was on Ken's side and they were struggling to get the puck out. Mark should be going in there to help Ken, but he wasn't. 

So, I did something a winger isn't generally supposed to do.

 I skated over to Robs side and skated up to Ken. I dropped my shoulder and hit the Norway player. He immediately fell, and I got the puck on my stick, taking it away from the Norway player. 

My plan was to get the play moving again, so now that I had the puck it time for me to get that goal. I went behind the net and stopped, looking around the ice at my options. I noticed all the Norway players were staring at me, eager to steal possession of MY puck. 

I started skating down the ice deeking the first two players that came at me. I skated down centre ice now, confidence growing in me as I came closer to Norways net. I glanced up at the clock and saw there was a little over 10 seconds left in the game. 

 I felt like Bobby Orr or Wayne Gretzky right now! Nothing was stopping me from getting that goal. 

I was at the ringette line now and took a hard wrist shot. I heard the buzzer ring shortly after that, realizing my shot went in. 

I threw my hands up in the air, excited because I scored! This means I can stay on the team!! I'm staying on the team!! 

Then the next thing I know I'm pushed down on the ice and can feel my knee shooting up with pain. Then all I can hear are people shouting. The noise is so loud I covered my head with my hands trying to stop the ringing in my ears.