Legenda No. 17 Page #3

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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.

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