Chapter 18:
Disclaimer: I do not own the Mighty Ducks, and I am not getting paid to do this.
Ok, this is my attempt at writing hockey, don't be mad if I get things wrong. I have only watched hockey like a few times, besides the Mighty Ducks of course. And I think it may actually be long this time, lol idk it always looks long on word what can I say.. Thanks for the review too.
Adam's POV:
Somehow I managed to win the face off against Charlie and quickly passed to O' Neill who was on my left. He managed to get passed Fulton– passed the blue line– than he passed it back to me. It was a bad pass too far in front but I managed to keep it in control. The only problem was Portman was coming at me hard and I knew the damage he could do so I quickly passed it to McIntyre before I could get checked into the boards. It was a good pass but he took his eyes off it and lost the puck to Charlie. I instantly skated back on defense.
This was the part I dreaded most having to check people that I considered my friends. I was glad Connie was not out there because there was no way I could hit her– even though she was tough– it would be like hitting my sister, if I had a sister.
On this particular trip I did not have to do that. I quickly intercepted a pass from Fulton that I think was meant for Charlie and skated back up the ice. I again passed to McGuire; who again missed it and was forced to chase after it in the corner. He was followed by Charlie who checked him into the boards. McGuire managed to get the pass back to me – well not exactly– but it was in my area, so I was able to get it before anyone else. I skated in front of the net and managed to fake out Guy. I took an average shot at the goal from about five feet out. Julie blocked it easily, and on the rebound Parker missed the goal completely and one of the Ducks iced the puck.
Coach Riley called for a line change before the face off by the Ducks goal. It was about time we had been on the ice for longer than usual. He was not exactly content with us as we got back to the bench and Johnson., Miller, and Evans, took our places.
" Banks, what kind of shot was that. I thought you actually had some talent. Next time what five seconds for a better shot please" he screamed. I didn't take any offense to his coaching because he was usually right. But it was hard to see how McGuire could take what he was saying with a straight face, he was screaming at him and kept at it for a good three minutes. It was obvious though he was nervous, and it was affecting the way he played.
I pulled off my helmet and took a few sips of water, and watched the game. The Ducks also made a line change: Dwayne, Averman, and Connie were now playing. Everyone was playing well so it became a show of defense. Julie and Scooter both made easy saves and things continued this way for a few more minutes.
My line was put back in with five minutes to play. By this point Goldberg and Russ had replaced Fulton and Portman at defense. I took the face off at our net and won against Guy. Two for two tonight not bad. I passed to O'Neill and he managed to get it even though it was off line. He skated around Jesse and passed the blue lines and into the Ducks zone. The Ducks all started to go after him and he was slammed into the boards by Goldberg. He got the puck out and sent it around the boards where I got it. I dodged Charlie and headed toward the goal. I managed to get a clear lane in front of the goal. It was not my favorite angle– but I still took my shot– aiming for Julie's stick side and unlike my last one it was a good shot. It sailed passed Julie and hit the upper corner of the net. I was instantly congratulated by the members on my team. But I couldn't help thinking what was wrong with me, I just scored on the ducks. For some reason it felt so wrong.
Connie's POV:
The locker room after the first period was not a happy place. The score was only 1-0, in favor of the Warriors. By the way the game was going things did not look good for us. For one thing we only had two shots on the goal, which was pathetic. Its not even like they were good shots either; one Scooter grabbed easily, and the other one Averman did not even come close to the goal.
" Guys this thing is far from over" Coach O' Ryan preached. " One goal is nothing, especially for you guys." he continued. He was obviously referring to our days as the Junior Goodwill Games gold medal winners, when we easily scored five goals a game.
" You will see your chances, they will slip up. And when they do you have to be prepared to pounce on them" Coach pressed.
" Like a cat you mean" Averman joked, winking at Julie.
" Shut up Averman" Julie responded. And on that note we headed out on the ice ready to begin the second period.
Charlie's POV:
The beginning of the second period began just as the first one had, it had a few changes of possession but no one got off a good shot. About three minutes in we got a power play when Parker hooked Luis, but unfortunately Varsity became even tougher defensively and we only managed three weak shots.
I was sitting on the bench getting a breather at the moment. I had skated for the past six minutes and definitely was in need of a break.
" Man, we gotta pick it up. What we are doing is not working." Fulton said from next to me.
" Yeah, don't think I haven't noticed" I said as I slurped Gatorade. " Like you said we gotta pick it up. We still have half the game to score two goals. It will be a piece of cake" I said trying to encourage Fulton, who had the issue of getting too down on himself sometimes.
" I guess your right" he said nodding.
" Conway, Germaine change it up" Coach yelled and I pulled on my helmet and headed back on the ice. I was just in time to lead an assault into Varsity's zone. I passed to Guy because I was in danger of getting hit and losing the puck. When I made it passed the defender the puck made its way back to me and I took my shot. I was close but Scooter made a great save, Jesse attempted the rebound, but it was blocked before it even made it to Scooter and was quickly cleared.
Varsity than again went on the offensive. Banks had the puck in the corner and quickly passed to one of his team mates, but he wasn't quick enough to avoid getting checked hard by Portman. Things moved too fast for me to worry, and he seemed to be fine. He managed to take a shot on the goal, it was a little wild. And we managed to get the rebound and clear it.
Adam's POV:
When Portman hit me I instantly knew I had a concussion. He apologized in the progress of pushing me into the boards, and I didn't take any particular offense in it. But the amazing thing was how I managed to still be standing up and not lying flat on the ice. Everything was blurry and I felt dizzy. But for some reason I kept skating, and managed to get off a horrendous shot on the goal. Normally I would have come close I definitely had a chance on that one but its kind of difficult when you can hardly see the puck. I knew I would have to leave the game but now did not seem like the right moment.
I was passed the puck by O' Neill and I skated again toward the Ducks net. I was trying to create an opportunity for one of my teammates. It was all I could manage to stand let alone skate so I was not ready to try another shot. I felt some one hook me from behind or maybe just touch my skates, and more out of my mental state I feel and landed awkwardly on my left wrist. I heard a slight crack and I knew it was broken. Pain shooted up my arm and I was unable to move it. I knew the feeling all to well, from when I was nine and broke my ankle snow boarding. It wasn't bad but I was never able to go snow boarding again out of worry it would ruin my hockey career. But it was more accurate to say I got hurt more in hockey than I did in anything else.
Somehow– I think– I managed to get up and skated off with the trainer to the locker room. It was hard to say things faded in and out.
