You know I always remember this one day...
Practice was long gone, everyone's left,
and he's sitting there in the locker room,
and I go, I sit beside him.
We don't say anything.
After a while I ask him, "So, why'd you come to Canada?"
"Well, it was a question my mum asked me."
"And what was that?" I ask.
And he says, "She asked me how I feel when I play hockey."
So I told her, "I feel alive."
So I say, "Well, what did she say to you?"
She said, "Then go. Go and be alive."
Mr Salming, what can I get for you?
A glass of water please, with some ice.
- Of course, I'll be right back. - Thank you, Kimberly.
- Here you go, Mr Salming. - Thank you.
Knock 'em dead, Börje. Take home the Cup.
This is our year.
Just wanted to give you a little heads up before we touch down.
We'll be arriving at Detroit Metro a bit earlier than expected,
thanks to a nice tailwind.
I hope you all had a great flight and good luck with the game tonight.
We'll be cheering you on.
Flight attendants prepare cabin for arrival and cross check.
Alright, 15 minutes.
I got to take it off, I don't want it.
I don't tell you how to do your job.
You're wearing the god damn visor.
- I'll just take if off myself. - Shit.
It just fogs up. I can't see anything.
If I can't see, I can't play well, and we're not gonna win.
Don't you wanna win, Smokey?
Give me that, you stupid lug, I'll do it myself.
Try to get it into the corner.
And here's Courtnall, moving in.
He's on with eight minutes to go,
in the third period, Yzerman getting away from Courtnall,
a slight back hand deflected!
Another shot is getting away...
Score!
It's two to one!
BJ, stay!
Okay, hang on.
Do you hear me? Get out here! Come on, give me that bag.
Talk to me, man, talk to me.
It's okay, turn over.
Okay, stay with me, BJ.
Okay, come on! Let's get that ambulance going.
Börje Salming was hurt on that play
and is being carried out to the dressing room, I think he was cut.
You can see the blood in front of the net,
and that was a very long scramble by Detroit and...
Mr. Salming, hey, look at me. Look at me, eyes open.
How you doing? You doing alright?
- I'm sorry, are you a relative? - Huh?
- Are you a relative? - Yeah, family.
I understand. Well he's in very good hands I can assure you.
You can sit there.
- McNamara. - Gerry, listen.
They're gonna operate. It's that bad man, it's bad.
Okay.
Give me an update every half hour okay?
You talked to his wife?
I'll let Mrs. Salming know what's going on.
Okay.
It wasn't like this was the first time Börje Salming ever got hit.
The moment he came to this country, it's like he'd a target on his back.
But this is...
This was different.
I mean even though everyone would always say,
"Börje, he ain't scared of nothing."
I knew that his fearlessness would one day get him in trouble.
Tried to tell him but he wouldn't listen.
I'd always have to ask him, why are you being so god damn stubborn?
But he'd laugh, always laugh and say,
"That's how I was made, Smokey."
Every time he'd say something like that,
he'd go into one of his stories about how he grew up.
Yeah, somewhere north of the Arctic Circle, I think.
He loved going on about how the winters were long.
Unbearable cold.
Or the mines, dark and deep.
And no one, I mean no one, ever left.
Come on. Half an hour late again, Börje.
There was a game yesterday,
I got back in the middle of the night. I'm here now.
Tell that to the boys underground, waiting for their drill pipes.
That's what I'm saying Höök, you can't trust these fucking gypsies.
Go home, Roland.
What the hell are you looking at?
The rest of you, keep working.
What the hell are you two doing?
You crazy bastard.
Is this really you, Börje?
You heard what he said!
I'm the foreman here, not some damn parent.
How's it gonna be, Börje?
Where the hell are you going?
Is he deaf or something?
- Don't you understand Swedish? - Watch it, bastard.
Fucking Lapp, have a beer.
Fucking retard.
Börje?
Börje.
Why aren't you at work?
I don't work there anymore.
I knew this would happen.
I don't know what to do.
Börje.
What do you want to do?
I want to play ice hockey.
I believe in you.
Hey, Salming!
I've told you not to bloody cut across here!
It's the last time, I promise.
Damn kid.
- Here! - Faster tempo.
Come on, Börje.
Come on, faster, push.
Come on!
- Get in there, get to the middle! - Good job.
Come on, Olle.
Good job, Olle!
Come on, Börje.
Go.
Come on, you should have that.
STIG SALMING'S GAME OF GLORY
"WORTHY OF THE NATIONAL TEAM"
Stig will have to get a haircut if he's gonna keep being in pictures.
- Yeah. - I think Stig looks nice.
Are you hungry?
You should have been here at dinner time.
I bumped into Höök, your foreman, downtown.
What are you thinking, Börje?
You slept through school, now you're messing up your job,
so your mother has to work double, so you can play on the ice.
Don't you worry. I have a plan.
- A plan. - Yeah.
That's great.
Good luck with that. You know, Höök won't give you a reference.
No, tomorrow you'll head down to the office
and see if they have any work underground.
You should be able to handle a pick and a headlamp.
He will not go underground.
So how do you think he'll work things out and grow up?
Nobody wants to employ him.
I can go down the mine, it's fine. - No, you will not.
He's my son and I refuse to let him set his foot down there.
End of discussion.
Your son.
You're not the only one who lost him down there, remember that.
Well, go ahead then.
Go on living your life as if it's a fucking playground.
I'll go on living mine.
- Mum... - No.
You won't, full stop.
Should I heat something up for you?
No, it's fine, I...
I'm not that hungry.
And now the house is finished.
Dad.
I'll have another hot dog.
That'll be 2.20.
And I've only got 1.10.
Can I put the rest on credit?
What the hell, Börje?
We've talked about this. You already owe me a bunch of money.
This is no charity.
Yeah, I know, but I get paid in a few days, from the workshop.
Well, you're welcome back then. Next.
Börje, this is the last time.
Thank you.
Fair is fair.
I thought I could smell an Indian here.
Lucky you've got the hotdog girl, so you'll get some pussy.
How are things?
How's your Mum?
What the hell? Did he throw the sausage?
Get that bastard.
Get him, Roland.
Stop it!
- Knock it off. - Stop it.
Knock it off, what are you doing? That's enough!
I told you to watch it, Salming.
You need to drop it there, Börje.
Move!
What the hell?
Knock it off immediately!
- Fucking idiot. - Come on!
Bäckström, help me out here.
Get up.
On the bench, Börje.
Do you want the team to win or do you want to fight?
I want he team to win.
- Are you sure about that? - Yes.
Good.
Then I'll assume you understand
you're skipping the game against Piteå this weekend.
You'll stay home.
Fucking hell!
Damn kid!
I said in my first major speech as party leader,
that perhaps our most important task for the '70s,
will be to prevent new technology causing
unreasonable social consequences.
Because there's...
- Salming. - Hey, Stigge, it's me.
Did you talk to the coach yet?
- What, are you drunk? - No, I'm not drunk.
What's going on?
It's Börje, hang on.
Can we do this tomorrow?
I just want to know if you talked to the coach.
No, not yet.
Why not?
People at home say you're running around, getting into trouble.
Who the hell is saying that?
It doesn't matter.
The point is, you're not behaving.
That would be my problem here, if I vouch for you to Sandlin, okay?
You don't have to take responsibility for me, Stigge.
Okay.
In that case you can't ask me to talk to Sandlin on your behalf.
Stay out of trouble, and we'll talk in a month, okay?
A month?
A month, yes.
Good night, Börje.
Well let me tell you something about Börje Salming.
I mean, no matter the odds, that guy, he never gave up.
And I mean never.
Hell, that was one of the things Börje and I actually had in common.
When things got messy,
you know, tough, like when you just want to quit.
You go somewhere.
Somewhere where no one else is.
Just you, nature.
Back on defence, boys, come on!
Fucking Lapp!
Come on, Börje. Good, Börje!
Get the puck up.
Good!
All the way there!
Börje, Börje, Börje...!
I'm so damn proud of you.
So damn good.
Börje, Börje, Börje...!
Dad, can I have another sandwich?
Yes, you may.
...beer wort, used for...
Dad, what's beer wort?
Do you remember this?
Yes.
It's yours now.
I packed you a sandwich for the trip.
The kind you like.
- Dad, look at this. - Yeah, that's great.
There, hurry up now, so you don't miss the train.
Do you need a hand with your bags?
I think I'll be alright, thank you.
Oh, one more thing.
Something Carina and I made the other day.
I made that.
- It's nice. - To remind you where you're from.
Börje...
If it ever feels hard...
you know we're here.
And this house is always here.
Stand up straight.
Goodbye, Börje.
And say hi to Stigge.
Yeah, I will.
Take care, Mum.
Dad.
Dad, look.
That's nice.
We've got a few new boys, so it should be a good season.
Yeah, I get that, good to get the boys going.
Thanks a lot.
You got straightened out in the end.
I guess so.
Welcome to the big city.
- Thanks. - Give me that.
Pretty different from Kiruna.
Yeah.
Domus, two stories, open until 10pm.
And there's plenty of clothing stores.
Cafés, cinema, bowling.
Blå Grottan.
- What's that? - Discoteque and concert venue.
Some of the boys on the team are there a fair bit.
Sandlin doesn't like it, I'll tell you that.
Lena said you can use Petter's room for now.
He comes in to us every night anyway.
That'll be perfect.
Mum and Isak say hi, by the way.
Isak as well?
Who's he gonna force out to shovel snow now?
Who knows?
- When is practice, tomorrow? - We've got practice today.
Today?
The boys will test you.
Be prepared for that.
You need to keep a cool head at this level, but you know that.
Yeah, I'm ready.
- I'll believe it when I see it. - Then you'll see.
If you want to last here, you'd be wise to prioritise hockey.
You missed an open goal twice.
You missed a lot too.
What are you fighting about?
That's what I said. Don't say I didn't.
We were all bad yesterday, me too.
- You missed the goal as well. - Yeah I missed, that was weak,
I've admitted that.
Here's my little brother.
Right, we're just waiting for the sister, and the gold's in the bag.
Yeah, she'll be forward, and take your spot.
Don't listen to Pastor, he's just bitter.
Nah.
- Says you. - Welcome to Brynäs.
Are you ready, Little Salming?
I'm ready.
Good, Pastor!
Good, boys!
Börje!
Brynäs, Brynäs, Brynäs...!
THE SALMING BROTHERS BECOME DEFENCE
THE SALMING BROTHERS LEAD BRYNÄS TO NATIONAL GOLD
Hey! What are you doing?
What was that?
Shut your mouth, Salming!
SALMING SACRIFICES HIMSELF RUTHLESSLY
BRYNÄS CRUSHES ALL RESISTANCE
BUT WILL IT BE ENOUGH FOR ANOTHER GOLD?
TIMRÅ ICE RINK ARENA
Hey!
Lapp bastard, Lapp bastard, Lapp bastard...!
Fucking idiot!
Börje!
Come on!
Börje, are you okay?
Player number 17, match penalty, fighting.
Call the police, stop the game.
- There he is! - Lapp bastard!
Stop!
I'll get you!
Lapp bastard, I'm gonna get you!
- Stay there! - Come here!
I said, come here!
Lapp bastard!
We'll get you, you bastard!
Come here!
Open up!
Open, Lapp bastard!
Open the door!
Fucking open!
We will get you!
Open!
Open up, you fucking gypsy!
Hey, Börje.
How do I put this?
You dealt with a lot of unnecessary shit out there, tonight.
Not least you.
It makes me ashamed of where I'm from.
It's one thing to attack me for leaving Timrå for Brynäs,
but this...
I shouldn't have hit Lundström.
No, sure, maybe you shouldn't have,
but it shouldn't have to end in a lynching.
No...
Just don't let it get you down.
That's all I wanted to say.
Not much risk of that.
I admitted I was wrong, what else can I do?
You can't act like that in Kiruna. I told you that when you arrived.
- You might've cost us the gold. - Cause you can't win without me?
- I'm this close to punching you. - What the hell, we won the game.
First round at Grottan is on me.
- Who's coming? - I'm coming.
- Inge? - No, I don't think so.
Yeah, of course you're coming. Inge is coming.
Bosse! Drive to Blå Grottan. Change of plan.
- No beer for me, you know that. - Tiger is buying.
- He always does. - Yeah, I'm always buying.
Yes, a bit of dancing, but...
Those dance moves you were talking about, can we see that tonight?
I don't think there's...
- Hey there, Karina, darling. - Hey.
Some beers for the boys.
Come on boys. Over here, Börje.
Alright, let's have a look at you, boy.
Look at that.
Hey there.
You're starting to look like a real Brynäs boy.
Not some Kiruna wuss anymore.
Who's that?
What, you don't know?
That's Smulan Wendin.
Miss Gävle.
Yeah, she's real good looking, but see that DJ over there?
That's her boyfriend. But that never stopped anyone, right?
Come on boys! Börje's gonna dance, let's go.
Where Salming came from, there wasn't much choice.
You either stayed, worked in those deep dark mines,
or you grabbed whatever hockey gear you had
and you skated as hard as you could towards the light.
And at that moment...
damn, was that kid skating.
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