Legenda No. 17 Page #5

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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?

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

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