hockey [Theme]

“We have our own priorities,” he smiled.

“The team is more important than you” - this principle is at the core of hockey.

Hockey is the most complex and simplest thing in the world. You can learn hockey in one second, but the rest will take a lifetime.

There are no half-tones in hockey: it’s either heaven or hell.

Hockey is a simple sport: if the will to win is stronger than the fear of losing, then you have a chance. He who is afraid will never win.

Kevin knows what it takes to do this, it was taught to him the first time he stepped on the ice. We need all of you. Hockey will take you completely.

She never played hockey or basketball. She had never beaten a strong competitor in the 100-yard dash in college sports. And she had never had to run for her life, but now, as she flew along the beach, the thought that she was doing it to stay alive propelled her forward much faster than it would take to win a hundred-yard dash.

A company is a company, but hockey is on schedule.

Well done, Petruchio! Everything goes hockey!

We thought, and Z. Brzezinski told us about it, that global politics is a big chessboard. And it turned out that it was hockey. And not with the ball. And here the most important thing is not to be a puck. So that different people chased you around the site. And if you do not set the agenda of this global policy, then, forgive me, D. Psaki will do it for you.

- We will fight today.
- And we play hockey.

Hit the corner! Into the corner! Block of iron! So that you rusted!

- How are you?
- How are you?
- Like hockey?
- Like hockey?
- This is an important match.
- This is an important match.
- Come on.
- Come on.
- Seriously, stop that.
- Seriously, stop that.
- (fast) stranded we burbot lazily caught and changed burbot...
- ...
- I knew it. Shut up.

- Give me five minutes.
- Well, I'm listening.
- And tell me... You can live without hockey?
- Why this question?
- Simple answer: Yes or no?
No, you can't.
- That I can't.
- Andrew...
- Please don't interrupt. I nichrome not seen you know what image I kept before my eyes was? This here box. Neither mom nor dad, nor his wife, but the dilapidated side. Me every night ice dream. I woke up, opened my eyes and there is nothing. Emptiness. And then I said to myself that I would return.
- Andrey, why tell me now?
- I want to play, Sergei Petrovich, not to crawl on the ice like a retiree. You think that by refusing me health save?
- Yes, I think so.
- Well, I'm a lawyer. Grow a beer belly, this ass weaning. Is that I health add?
- Why just a beer belly?
- Because I'll hate my job. Have you ever engaged in unloved business? No. Because hockey is your life. You even dead on the ice crawl.
- Andrew, I, too, was injured.
- I honestly feel sorry for you, really. But my hands and legs intact. You see I'm in good shape. Please... Give me a chance. I beg you. Please.