Legenda No. 17 Page #2

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- So do I.

And I wanna win.

Not just in hockey but at life.

Everything's OK here. Steady.

- Right, guys?

- Yeah.

This is what victory is about.

Alright, let's go.

- To the victory!

- Yup.

What's wrong, guys?

We expected more from you.

Go Zvezda! Go!

Attaboy!

All right...

Mum, everything's fine.

- What?

- I said everything's fine.

- Why are you lying to me?

- Why do you think so?

- Something happened to you.

- No, it's all fine.

- Why don't you play?

- Why? I do play. I score...

Who do you think knows you better?

You? Or your mother?

- Everything's OK.

- Hello? I can come over.

- Mother? Mum!

- Hello?

- Mum, I don't hear you. I'll call you later.

- Valera?

Hey!

And the training? Is it canceled?

- What?

- I asked if the training is canceled.

I don't know.

Well, actually nobody comes here

the day after the match.

- Been long?

- It's always been this way.

They are probably at the restaurant.

Valera! What's up, Valera!

Hey, fellas, Valera's here!

Valera, why did you bring

the stick? What's wrong with you?

Hey, why didn't you come

to the training session?

Which training?

Everybody's here.

Hi! Is that yours?

- Yeah.

- Ow, it's so big...

You know, when I was little

I could do the leg splits.

How did the chicks get here?

What do you want from me?

I'm blank myself.

Valera, where are you heading to?

Come on, Gus, move!

Valera!

Please, stop. I can't do no more.

Follow me.

- Valera!

- Come on, Gus.

Wait, Valera!

Stay abreast!

- Valera!

- Go ahead, Gus!

Wow, how beautiful!

- So, do we go further?

- Yeah.

Hey, where are you going?

That way. To the other block.

What?

How about some tightrope, huh?

Instead of the daily physicals?

Oh, f*** off!

Pooped out, huh? Figure skater...

Are you calling me a figure skater?

Hold tight.

What happened, Valera?

You know, I was just thinking...

am I a fool or what?

What am I doing here?

- Damn. I got scared.

- Gus, what are your plans?

Do you think about CSKA,

about the National Team?

Do you dream about plying against

the Canadians?

To see the world, to show what

you can?

Do you really want to talk about it

right now?

Here we've got no future.

We're just dregs.

We've been thrown into a

sh*t-can, do you understand that?

What the hell are you doing, Valera?

God damn it!

No training after the match.

- All the dreams are blown into pieces!

- We'll die here!

It's better to die, Gus,

than to shut out matches.

And to grovel before those a**holes.

You wanna live? Do you wanna live?

- Yes!

- So move on, Gus.

Move, move! Come on!

They'll kill us.

Goal!

Good boys!

Goal!

Good boys.

Look what' he's doing.

Does he really mean it?

Valera! Well done!

Guys!

To celebrate the victory...

that's my treat here.

- Got a parcel from home.

- Woo-hoo!

Yum, it's good! Delicious!

- Guys, fall to!

- Help yourself, go ahead.

- Mum, everything's just great.

- Really?

Yeah, I swear, it is all great.

And the town is great, really.

I score 7 goals per match.

We've joined the First League, will play

against CSKA at the Armed Forces Championship.

Great! I'll come over.

How's Japan, buddy?

All right, Chebarkul,

are we gonna trash Moscow?

Has he risen, that undersized?

Number 17?

Yeah. He's doing great.

34 goals during the season.

Oh yeah. I heard something.

Mikhailov, why are you here?

You are all open.

Kharlamov, what are thinking about?

Go there.

That's the game! Good!

These are my boys!

Everybody hear me?

Thank you for the match.

Well done, guys!

Ending up in a draw against CSKA

Moscow means more than any victory.

This is how we should play.

And yes.

Kharlamov is going back to Moscow.

Tarasov is taking him.

Now, everybody get some rest!

Well done.

Don't worry, Gus, I'll talk to Tarasov.

He is a great man.

Yeah... You talked to him already...

And what happened...

Look, Gus, he saw you playing.

Now he values me, so he won't say no.

Hey, finally you are on leave.

Just try your luck, who knows.

- Wow!

- Gus, get my bag as well.

Come on, Gus!

Hey, Vikulov, why the hell

are you lying there?

Move, move, semi-products!

Move! Stay tight!

Anatoli Vladimirovich,

it is not really right, you know.

As soon as someone from another

club shows his worth...

he's immediately taken to CSKA.

- Look, what you want from me?

- I personally do not want anything from you.

While the Hockey Federation is worried

about your strange approach to team building.

I am not going to discuss my approaches

with anyone at all.

You know what? Please do not distract me from the

training session with your talks about your chicken Federation.

- Excuse me? You said chicken Federation?

- Yes.

- You want me to report that?

- Yeah, please do.

OK. Good bye.

Anatoli Vladimirovich, good afternoon!

Oh, Chebarkul.

Anatoli Vladimirovich, I'm not alone.

I'm with Gus, I mean with Guskov.

We... we always play together.

He assists me, I score.

- Well, you saw everything yourself.

- What exactly?

- How he plays.

Well, maybe you can take him? Cos' you know

it will be strange me in CSKA, he's in Chebarkul.

You? In CSKA? Yeah...

That's indeed total nonsense.

Nonsense? Why?

Nothing is decided about you yet.

Come tomorrow, let's try to figure it out.

Wait, I came from Chebarkul,

you yourself called me up.

I left the team, you know.

Young man, if you left something

important there in Chebarkul...

you obviously should go back there.

At what time do the training sessions

start over there?

Well, at about 11 a.m.

Good. You can make it by a plane.

If you stay though, come tomorrow at 7 a.m.

- Need help, Dad?

- No, son, don't you worry.

So, my nephew now plays in the

Central Sports Club of the Army?

Yeah, Tarasov himself called him up.

Tarasov!

Well, even with Tarasov...

they'll never win against Canada.

Valera? Why is your bag unpacked?

- Nothing is certain yet.

- Let me talk to your Tarasov.

No, Mum, no.

Once we will watch on this very TV set...

how Valera plays in the National team.

Right, son?

Hands up, put your hands up, a**holes!

You should treat the stick

as if it's your girlfriend.

Move! Quicker!

Come on!

It is not hard!

Quicker! Quicker!

Anatoli Vladimirovich,

how about us?

You watch.

- We did already.

- Watch more.

People pay 3 rubles to see CSKA.

Well, at least he is not sending us

back to Chebarkul.

Ow, careful, don't kill your coach.

He's just putting us in the pillory.

We'll stay on the sidelines for good.

Well, he actually told me I am starting

to get trained with the team tomorrow.

Who said?

Tarasov.

- When?

- Just a while ago.

Did he say anything about me?

No, nothing.

OK...

Look, Petrovich.

Young man, what are you doing there?

Training.

What did your coach tell you to do?

- To watch.

- So obey!

- Hello, Vladimir Pavlovich.

- Hello, Valera.

So, looks like we're together again.

Together, my foot...

I am just a regular viewer here.

You know, I am sitting here

and thinking:
am I a fool or what?

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