Vicke took the ensuing face-off. He looked at Albin and whispered, “Follow me. Don’t think.”
Albin looked up. Vicke was parked in front of the goal, covered by two defenders. One of them was Johansson, who had his stick across Vicke’s ribs. The ref’s arm stayed down—no call. elit liga 2012
Between periods, in the cramped locker room smelling of wet wool and liniment, the team doctor pulled Vicke aside. His left knee had swollen to the size of a melon. The MRI from two weeks ago had shown a partial MCL tear. If he kept playing, he could end his career tonight. Vicke took the ensuing face-off
Tonight, in the quarterfinal second leg, everything was on the line. in the quarterfinal second leg
