Peter Happy was looking at a basketball hoop nailed to a tree and was looking with his eyes for the ball. There was no ball.
- Peter, do you play basketball?
“I'm playing,” he winced. “But I haven’t played yet.”
- Did not make it?
“I didn’t,” Peter shrugged. “You have arrived.”
The captain of the Russian team just sat at a press conference where he was not asked a single question, since the main attention was focused on Vyacheslav Bykov. Forward “Chemist” wanted to stretch his arms.
- And who is the best table tennis player? - the journalists turned to the team captain, pointing to a special table.
“Oh, I don’t even know,” the hockey player was embarrassed.
He must be.
Meanwhile, the head coach of the team reported only one important information. In Sunday's game with the Ukrainians, the gate will be defended by Alexander Eremenko. He was warned about this the day before.
“Why did you surround me with something?” - Vyacheslav Bykov was surprised, looking at the surrounding journalists. - Would sit down or something. There are places.
Nobody wanted to sit down. Everyone was waiting for communication with the players. Those who were at a meeting with the football team in the usual Bor, were extremely nervous and rushed with furious speed to any hockey player. Out of habit. After all, if you don’t talk to the athlete at the same second, you won’t see him anymore. With hockey players is not so.
Alexander Ovechkin, who won so much in his career that no football player ever dreamed of, quickly got out into the street and answered any questions. And several times.
“Sasha, juggle the ball,” the photographers asked.
Sasha was juggling.
“Alexander, sit in the jacuzzi,” suggested Frolov.
Alexander sat down.
Andrei Markov came out of the hotel and said for the thousandth time that this team cannot be compared with the team that played in St. Petersburg. Ivan Nepryaev was in solidarity with him.
“I’m already tired of constantly remembering the year 2000,” he said. “But I understand you too.” I would like to ask a tricky question.
Vitaly Atyushov stood on the stairs and breathed fresh air.
“They gave the beautiful show yesterday to Happy,” praised him.
“By chance,” he smiled.
- True?
- No, I saw everything. It’s just that they usually don’t score after such programs, but Peter realized the moment. - Atyushov looked around. “But these are my native places.” He lived here once. In Serebryany Bor, there was the Wings of the Soviets base. There were wonderful times.
Photographers led Ovechkin to star in nature.
“Ovechkin, do not forget to touch up,” shouted Andrei Markov from the hotel window. - You will turn ugly.
Vasily Koshechkin acted as a professional goalkeeper should, namely, he spoke with reporters from the window. Everything would be fine, only his room was on the second floor. Finally, the press officer was tired of it, and he led the reporters to visit Vasily.
Ivan Nepryaev met on the threshold of his room Alexander Frolov, who was leaving from there with reporters.
“What were you doing there?”
“He posed,” the Los Angeles player said happily. - I lay on your bed, ate from your plate.
Only Sergei Zinoviev no one waited. One girl dialed his number.
“And I watch TV, I can’t get out,” the striker admitted. “But I have a free bed here.” Come on in.
They decided not to go to Sergei. Still, tomorrow to play with Ukraine.
Alexey Shevchenko