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The Centre Bell atmosphere was electric tonight, Montreal verse Ottawa games always packed out the stadium seating.
In the visitors locker room tension was high, Shane was going through his pre game routine whilst Ilya was being warned by coach Weibe to play a clean game and to stay out of the sin bin. Coach knew it was pointless especially if Shane was involved.
First period had been fairly uneventful at least by Ilyas standards, he had narrowly avoided being sent to the sin bin after checking Comeau a little too hard and haas had scored a goal with 30 seconds left in the period.
The boos from pissed off montreal fans only fueled Ilyas good mood, winking to a group of Montreal fans holding up fuck rozanov signs on his way to the bench. He caught Shane smiling and shaking his head as he sat on the bench.
Any good feelings Ilya had about the game left once the second period started. Five minutes in the new centre for Montreal Grayson had hooked Troy’s skates and sent him flying into the boards, right in front of Ottawas bench.
Ilya and Shane were over the bench in seconds. ” Troy talk to me, how bad” Ilya had asked whilst trying to catalogue anything unusual. ”nah cap I think I’m all good, going to hurt like a bitch later on though”.