Legenda No. 17 Page #7

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- Think twice.

- It's so hard, Anatoli Vladimirovich...

...to choose the right thing.

You know I was just sitting here

and thinking:
am I a fool or what?

Valera, hey, stop it.

Pass me the booze please.

Sure.

I wanted it so much...

I dreamed about playing against

Canada.

And if it all happened this way,

I don't need anything anymore.

And the vodka is over.

Let's go then. I know a place near here.

I need peace, Anatoli Vladimirovich.

Not a problem, Valera.

You have already done more

than all the others. Now you can rest.

Anatoli Vladimirovich, where are we?

- I'm freezing.

- No wonder. It's a morgue.

Why... morgue?

Isn't it what you wanted?

Rest and peace?

Get used to it, Kharlamov!

I can't play the way I did.

Who told you that?

You can or you can't

it is only you to decide.

You! And no one else!

- You have to play!

- But I'm not going to Canada.

What's that got to do with Canada?

What do you play for?

For the fame and the awards?

You have to live, do you understand me?

Not because of Canada.

Just live! And play!

And make a choice. Every day.

Your number is 17.

It's known all over the world.

Now you know what, stay here

and think it over for a while.

Take advice from the guys.

You can't do anything without me, huh?

I almost fell asleep...

There's this awful clanging noise.

Everybody go to bed!

It's not our fault, you know.

- Valeri Borisovich!

- Patient Kharlamov!

- Valeri Borisovich, open the door!

- Open the door!

- Please, open the door!

- Open the door!

Open the door!

So, Valera. Let's start from scratch?

You see, I got some new trainees.

I will train you with them.

Do the helicopters!

What are waiting for?

For a special invitation?

I said helicopters, Valera!

Move, move, don't get shy!

This is your team now!

And here and now there is

your most important game.

Cheer up, guys! It's hockey!

Valera, where is your Mummy?

Is she not a fan of yours any longer?

Mother, forgive the world champion!

Oh, my dear Spaniards!

Go, go, Valera!

Call everything to mind, don't be lazy!

And you? Are you afraid of him or what?

Ram against him in three! In four! In five!

He's back in form.

Exactly!

Valera! Valera!

You have your mind set on something else.

Go and solve all the problems of yours

and then get back to the ice, OK?

Dedicated to the most beautiful girl in the world.

The star, the lonely star is shining above.

I got my eyes fixed on it all the time.

- What's the matter?

- Ops, I'm sorry.

- Where do you think you are climbing, huh?

- Sorry, madam!

First the most beautiful girl,

and now madam.

- What a wag!

- What happened?

- What are you doing here?

- Reciting poetry.

- What?

- Just wanted to recite some poetry for you.

- And are you good at it?

- No.

Why then?

I want you to marry me.

- But you are already married with 3 kids.

- That was a lie.

- And what effect is it going to have on your trainings?

- Well...

- Say yes.

- Only if he learns the poem by heart.

- Kharlamov!

- Oh, Valera.

Guys, Kulagin wanted to see me, you saw him?

You can't imagine how hard it was

to get you back to the National.

It's Tarasov to thank. He even made

Bobrov go to the Political Bureau.

- What does Bobrov have to do with it?

- What do you mean?

- By the way, where is he?

- Bobrov?

- Tarasov.

You don't know anything, right?

Tarasov got dismissed the next day

after that match against Spartak.

Why didn't you tell me?

- Why the hell didn't you tell me?

- Tarasov asked no to tell you anything.

Now Bobrov is the head coach of the

National. He's going to Canada with us.

Kharlamov?

- Morning, Vsevolod Mikhailovich!

- Morning, Valera!

- You ready?

- For what, Vsevolod Mikhailovich?

The National Team needs you.

But I was excluded. Because of the injury.

Boris Pavlovich says you are in form.

I can see that myself.

Do you want to go to Canada?

I delisted Ignatov to take you in.

It's a one-time offer.

Right. A good hockey player should see

his team, the rivals and the blond in the third row.

Valera? Hollywood, huh?

Oh! Hockey players! Go, go!

Alright, guys, they are about

to close the check-in desks.

Right, let's go.

Valera! Let's go!

- Shall we?

- OK, guys, shall we?

Let's go.

Guys! Tarasov!

- Good morning, Anatoli Vladimirovich!

- Hello!

- Hello, Anatoli Vladimirovich!

- So, a**holes.

Did you really think I won't come?

Shame on you!

You never understood that

you guys are all my life.

All right, let's go.

Anatoli Vladimirovich,

look, I finally got the tooth.

Of gold!

You know, Zimin is getting married.

To the goalie of the National

Women's Team.

No, seriously.

She misses less that Tretiak.

- And she also looks better than he.

- Her name is Nastia.

Good luck.

Ok. Go.

And come back with the victory.

Vsevolod, get your blockheads.

Yes. Alright. Let's go.

We'll try, Anatoli Vladimirovich.

Come to my wedding. After Canada.

Guys, quick.

Anatoli Vladimirovich!

I am so sorry.

I should have told you long time ago.

They were digging up on you.

But I never betrayed you.

I know, Valera. Of course you didn't!

I knew that from the very beginning.

Maybe it's because of you that I

didn't lose the faith in humanity.

OK, go.

Go. And remember:

The entire country will look at you.

As if on Gagarin!

Go, Chebarkul! Cheer up!

It's hockey!

- Gus!

- Yes!

- Mind the teeth.

- Yes, Sir!

- Candies, please!

- No, thank you.

Miss, could you tell me what

the weather is like in Montreal?

We will have this information

one hour before the arrival.

Candies, please.

- Candies?

- Yes, thank you.

- You're welcome.

Why are glaring like a tiger?

I am glad that you made it

to the National.

Everybody is proud of you.

We all gotta stand together now.

After the episode with Tarasov.

What an absurd situation, really.

Who could have thought that he would

act this way in the presence of Brezhnev?

The National Team got beheaded.

Bobrov is a good coach...

But he is really far from Tarasov.

What's wrong?

Peace?

You know, I am now looking at you,

Eduard Mikhailovich, and thinking:

You are such a tireless person!

I envy you.

Take me for a model.

Follow suit.

The Russians have arrived.

And we appreciate their courage.

Everyone here knows how the game is gonna end.

Can you tell us if it's true...

that in case of defeat all the players

are going to be sent to Siberia?

Why speak about defeat?

Our players are in a really good form.

Even Valeri Kharlamov...

has fully recovered after a major injury...

and made it back to the National.

The Soviet National is here to win.

If you win I'll eat my own newspaper!

The only thing the Russians need...

is the return tickets.

Sounds great.

Tell me, do you have something special for them?

This is what we got for the Russians.

(Writes on the stick) Ira.

(Writes on the stick) Dad.

- My Dad is ill, I promised him to score.

(Writes on the stick) Katia.

(Writes on the stick) Mother.

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