Legenda No. 17 Page #3

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I don't understand what he

wants from me.

I've been working with him

for almost 20 years now.

And still, I sometimes don't

understand what he wants.

But I'll tell what: he knows exactly

what he wants to achieve.

I don't know if I should

go back to Chebarkul.

I constantly watch your clashes with this

Zeus the Thunderer.

You are persistent. Good.

Looks like you can bite the bullet.

I am Eduard Balashov from the Central

Committee of the Communist Party.

Need a lift?

No, thank you, I'll walk.

Are you upset?

Take it easy.

Tarasov is not the only pebble

on the beach.

I'll try to help you out.

Thank you.

5-minutes rest.

So, OK, I dribble...

turn, move to the right...

- Kharlamov?

- Yes.

And get the bucket.

Would you collect the pucks, please.

Better than sitting on the bench, huh?

You do not really move much yourself,

as I can see.

- Wanna switch places?

- By the way. Great idea!

Slava, leave the cage.

Kharlamov, gimme the bucket.

Go to the cage.

Slava, give him the stick.

Get up!

Remember:
every player has

to be able to defend his cage.

Whether you are a goaltender,

a defenseman...

or even a winger from

the honored Chebarkul!

Ragulin goes first, the others in turns.

- What was it, Alexandr Pavlovich?

- Anatoli Vladimirovich, we'll kill him...

Get started!

Sorry, buddy.

Why are you squirming, huh?

Defend the cage!

With all your body!

Defend it like you would

defend your children!

Like you would defend your

Motherland!

Alright, enough!

Excuse me, young man? Did I get you

right? You said enough?

No. It just slipped out..

You see, my dear friends.

We have almost lost this absolutely

outstanding hockey player Kharlamov.

But to our relief he's back with us...

...and we go on with the exercises.

It does not hurt, Kharlamov!

More joy, please!

Cheer up! It's hockey!

Everybody in turns into the cage!

Valera?

What's wrong?

Look, I understand.

You gotta be patient.

You know, I think that Tarasov...

He's an a**hole, your Tarasov!

I hate him!

He can't play himself anymore

so he enjoys jeering!

D*ckhead!

Anatoli Vladimirovich actually came...

to ask you, Kharlamov, to train

with the team tomorrow.

I do not care of what you think about

the training sessions.

I absolutely do not care...

of what you think about me.

- Right, Kharlamov?

- Yes, Sir.

But remember:
you gotta be athletes!

Smirnov and Podberevsky came first.

Well done! As a reward they get

one more kilometer to go.

Same goes for the others. Go ahead!

I need you to become iron men.

Stronger than the Canadians.

Muscles of steel, nerves of steel,

mind of steel.

I don't need your talks, I need

your actions.

Any man always thinks that

he is less strong...

than he really is.

Do you hate Tarasov?

Good.

Students often hate their tutors.

And sometimes even betray them.

When will we finally hear that

Kharlamov scored a goal?

Be patient, Dad.

Why waiting? You should play!

And you're just watching.

It's different with the Canadians.

You know what, Uncle Piotr?

People pay 3 rubles to see CSKA.

Valera, son...

All right, dear listeners...

the match between the old rivals

CSKA and Spartak is nearly over.

It is really going to end in a draw?

So what you say, are we gonna give

a chance to the semi-product?

- Otherwise he goes off.

- Well, it's long overdue.

Kharlamov, get ready!

Firsov, Vikulov.

Prove yourself.

There is just one minute left.

It is all of 60 seconds.

A good puck can be sent to

Vladivostok in the meantime.

Line change!

What's your name, shorty?

Hey, it's not your position.

Go, sonny!

Valera!

(Announcer) The puck is delivered by

Valeri Kharlamov, 17, CSKA.

My name is Kharlamov. Got it?

(Announcer)

CSKA Moscow took the game 3:2.

- Valera?

- Yes.

- Come over.

Well. It was a brilliant goal.

And you carried the puck really well.

But you know... You saw yourself

what was happening on the field.

What's the matter? I scored.

Alright, you scored, so what?

The threesome thing doesn't work.

There's no team work, you understand?

So, basically, you can't play with

Vikulov and Firsov.

I'll make Polupanov play with them.

What do you think? Will he do?

I think so.

All right.

And you stay on the bench for now.

Anatoli Vladimirovich!

Carmen Orive Abad.

You can call me Begonia.

You know I am an ardent admirer

of ice hockey.

I saw one match recently and I was

impressed with one player of yours.

I think his name is Kharlamov.

I wanted to ask you:

why does he play so little?

It's a difficult question.

Everybody on the bus!

Wait. It is really wrong not to let

the boy play.

It is a crime against hockey

and it is a crime against his family.

The best player cannot

just remain on the sidelines.

I will think it over.

Please do. I knew you

would understand me.

Now I see that you are a great coach.

Take it. The best pie throughout Spain.

I am so glad that we've

agreed on everything.

Look, we weren't agreeing on

anything here.

Please take it. First, I did my best

cooking. And second, you gave me your word.

Wait! Why are you going away?

How much longer does the boy

have to suffer?

Everybody's playing while the best

player is always on the bench.

How many of them do you have

on the ice?

5? 6? Make it 7!

What difference does it make?

I will never let him play after this!

Open the door!

During the last season he scored 36 times.

And his photo appeared in Sovetsky Sport!

Valera. Son.

Begonia!

Valera!

Good bye!

Go and get your Spaniard back!

Valera! Valera!

You forgot your stick.

Valera! I am here for you.

What a fantastic goal you scored

with Firsov and Vikulov.

Masterpiece!

I now tell everybody:

this is the real forward!

Valera, what's the matter?

Why doesn't he let you play again?

You are an outstanding player.

You know, you have to change the team.

Any coach will seize you eagerly.

Like, Bobrov from Spartak Moscow.

I'll talk to him.

How's that possible at all that

you are not given a chance to play?

You know, we gotta drop by

the Sport Committee.

And tell them what's going on.

You know, people sap health, lose

self-confidence 'cos if this whip cracker.

And he doesn't give a hoot.

He'll get some new player,

and you will stay on the bench.

And what can a player do?

Become a taxi driver?

No, the days of all those Stalinists are gone.

Long gone.

Don't say anything about Stalin

in the Committee...

But at the bottom I am right, huh?

Good.

And think about Spartak or Dynamo.

OK.

- Is it vacant here?

- It is vacant everywhere.

Alright. Have a sit.

I remember you.

At the airport.

You were flying to Japan.

Are you going somewhere again?

Looks like that, yes.

- Where?

- No idea.

Maybe back to Japan.

What?

- You look upset.

- Why do you think so?

I don't know. Looks like

you need to be rescued.

Or better dried up well.

We're closing in 15 minutes.

I failed an exam.

I don't wanna go home...

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