Bounceback-ability. A fabulous made-up word that perfectly encompasses the key personal quality my nomadic Elite League journey this season has required. If I’ve been to a poor game, I’ve philosophically put it down to bad luck and toddled along to the next one with just as much positivity as ever – this COULD be the game of the season. Why not?
Okay, a visit from Fife Flyers to the Odyssey Arena was unlikely to result in a truly magnificent spectacle. But you just never know. I was relying on the visitors to at least provide some entertainment, something which Hull had singularly failed to do the previous evening. I also hoped Belfast would grace us with a bit more of their flare and physicality rather than just grinding out an expected victory.
I was rewarded for my faith. Well, partially. It was an upbeat start to the game, the home side resplendent in pink jerseys and socks, which looked rather fetching in contrast with the blue and yellow of Fife. Gok Wan would have been thrilled. Both sides opened brightly on the ice too, and there were chances at either end, both netminders needing to be on the ball from the off. Garrett Zemlak of Fife made a couple of good stops, and was clearly on top of his game – he would have to be.
The Flyers were definitely up for this, and they were the first team to have a man advantage, which quickly increased to a two man advantage as Belfast had a second player sent to the penalty box, but they failed to capitalise on the 5 on 3 opportunity, the Giants in fact having a better chance, short-handed, as Tom Dignard robbed the puck from a Flyer to go on the counter-attack. The 5 on 3 over, and the first goal was clocked up by the Giants, Jon Pelle exiting the penalty box at top speed, stealing possession and taking the puck up the ice to score unassisted. It was only another great stop from Zemlak that stopped the Giants doubling their advantage just a few seconds later. It was easy to forget Fife were still on the powerplay, misplaced passes the main culprit as they continued to struggle even with the extra man.
By contrast, Belfast know how to make the most of their powerplays. Their second goal materialised just seconds into their first one of the night, Nick Kuiper burying a well-taken shot past Zemlak. A few minutes later, the third came, a cheeky backhand pass from Aaron Clarke finding the stick of Rob Dowd, with less than a minute remaining in the period.
It all seemed so unfair. It was a much better game than Friday’s turgid encounter with Hull; Fife were acquitting themselves very well, and my ears were alive with the sound of banging boards, as in a shocking turnaround from the day before, there was actually the odd hit or two. Heaven! Yet they were already 3-0 down and it was threatening to be a whitewash. And it got worse just a minute and a half into the second period, Craig Peacock scoring on the counter-attack. It was the same old pattern – Fife would make a mistake, which would be immediately punished by the clinical Giants. The gulf in quality was vast. Belfast are showing their colours as champions elect, punishing the mistakes of fumbling opponents rather than going out of their way to make their own chances. And it was working for them to spectacular effect. Fife weren’t ready to lay down just yet, and had a couple of chances of their own as the period progressed, but it was hard to argue that the Giants’ four goal cushion hadn’t somewhat killed the game.
Nonetheless, Fife went on the powerplay and had a couple of decent efforts, Frankie Bakrlik trying to score by skating around the goal and turning the puck in, forcing a great save from Stephen Murphy. At the other end Zemlak was busy keeping out everything being thrown at him. The game found a bit of added spark following an incident involving Giants’ James Hutchison, who went crashing into the boards after what seemed to be an accidental coming together with a Fife player, but suddenly Adam Keefe was throwing hits with added vim and vigour. Hutchinson limped out of the game and a minute or two later Keefe was snapping at the heels of Fife’s Thomas Muir, who actually went back to the bench to avoid a possible clash with the Giants tough guy. Mike Hoffman was involved in the big-hitting too, and I can’t deny that my heart was rather a-flutter. Well it was about bloody time.
The period ended after a successful Fife penalty kill and a couple of decent shots from the blueline by Tom Dignard, who was unlucky not to add his name to the scoresheet. I like Tom Dignard. I mean, I really like him. He and Nick Kuiper are in a class of their own when it comes to Elite League defensive pairings in my humble opinion, Kuiper a gritty, hard-hitting player who you would not mess with finding an interesting counterpart in Dignard’s quiet, assured presence, the two of them taking care of business with ease, and frustrating opponents all day long.
Fife’s attempts to stay in the game had succeeded in the second period in that they had at least stemmed the Giants’ flow, but the home side put paid to this early in the third period, scoring two goals in quick succession, Aaron Clarke and Captain Jeremy Rebek involved in both, and Fife rung the changes, putting in back-up netminder Blair Daly. Fife faded in the third as expected; as with Hull there was a real lack of bite to their game, they seemed afraid to hit the Giants and as such struggled to gain possession. The Giants fans were more excited about pizza than they were about the game and us neutrals were once again left feeling dejected by the predictability of it all. Notable incidents of the closing minutes included a brilliant strike from Mike Hoffman to score goal number 7, Nick Kuiper defending rather too fiercely an attempt on goal from Danny Stewart, and a Fife chance which was thwarted by a stick breaking mid-shot. It just wasn’t their day.
There was a minor twist in the tale with just 8.9 seconds remaining on the clock as Fife were awarded a penalty shot after what appeared to be a trip in front of goal. The consolation was scored by Stephen Gunn and sparked a furious reaction from Adam Keefe who seemed to be objecting to the manner in which the goal was scored. He was promptly ejected, following by his captain Jeremy Rebek, both slapped with game misconducts, only to return a few minutes later for a rather feisty round of handshakes which threatened to explode into violent reaction. It was all rather unnecessary and was quite exhilarating really. I’m easily pleased, having seen not a single fight all season. Don’t you judge me.
The post-game festivities continued with a most entertaining jersey auction, in which Nick Kuiper engaged the crowd in the style of an authentic auctioneer and despite being fond of the pink jerseys I had decided against purchasing one, although a newly developed case of itchy-head tourettes threatened to let me down at the most inopportune moments – darn involuntary hand movements. They raised a huge amount of money for a great cause, Hoffman, Keefe and Dowd’s jerseys all selling for in excess of £300. Naturally! In other news, one of the merry band of travelling Vipers had won the 50/50 so we enjoyed a post-hockey round of drinks courtesy of the Belfast Giants, which was an excellent way to round off an enjoyable weekend.
Thanks as always for reading, join me for an open and frank discussion of all things Elite League next week, at some point, when I can gather together my rather scattered thoughts into some semblance of order for you to digest. It will be the best read of your life. Or your money back, guaranteed*.
*Money back not guaranteed. But if you paid to read this, you’re doing the internet wrong.
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