The Bobby Clarke slash on Valeri Kharlamov.
Phil Esposito lashing out in frustration because Canada wasn’t behind their team (we were in shock, honest to God).
Vic Hadfield (in photo) going home.
Game One was an education.
Game Eight was redemption.
Serge Savard kept playing on a winning team.
No Bobby Orr.
No Bobby Hull, despite the issue going to the House of Commons.
The beautiful Russian game.
The glorious Russian anthem.
There’s a website up now dedicated to the Series and some wonderful memories. I don’t think there’s much I can add, except to say that it’s a time in history that is so embedded in my brain that it’s impossible to pick the important from the trivial. Like the moon landing, it was all so important that even the uniforms themselves are in my mind forever.
Can’t find my keys most days, but I can remember Peter Mahovlich splitting the defense and Yvan Cournoyer straddling the blueline like it was yesterday. It was unique in that we knew it was historic from 11:40 of the 1st period of game one, and when Valeri Kharlamov made us pay one period later it guaranteed that the entire series would be committed to memory.
I remember well a MacLean’s magazine comic strip piece that had Foster Hewitt at the mic, calling the games of Canada-Russia in our country. The caption in the balloon above his head said “and it’s Courn-ey, Corn-why, Corn….anyway, Tsygankov just scored.”