Devils dominant despite Clan comeback

Originally posted on http://www.ukamericansportsfans.com/ on 5th March 2012

Another Friday night in front of the television.

It’s the story of my life as a nomad hockey fan this season. I’d give one of my lesser digits to be at a rink somewhere soaking up the atmosphere and willing my team to glorious victory, but instead I’m rinkless, teamless and more often than not hockeyless, with only Paddy McGuinness on Take Me Out and a bottle of averagely priced white wine for company.

Okay I’ll quit the dramatics. I was in front of the TV Friday gone, but it was a TV in Newcastle’s Shark Club, and the company was even better than Bolton’s finest son as the Viper crew once again gathered to enjoy a spot of Elite League ice hockey courtesy of Sky Sports. The last time we’d come together for such an occasion it had been just before Christmas; Belfast had played Sheffield at the Motorpoint Arena, and the title was still winnable by one of three teams. Ironically enough, a repeat of that very fixture was occurring 130-odd miles to the south, the stakes very much higher this time, and so it was of slight disappointment we found ourselves with an altogether different prospect for our viewing pleasure that evening.

Braehead Clan v Cardiff Devils, a battle for fourth spot in the league by what on paper looked like two well-matched teams, and in reality had proved to be true, Cardiff losing in a shootout the last time the two sides met, in an exciting 5-4 game at the Big Blue Tent which saw an impressive 75 shots on goal overall. Perhaps we would be in for a treat after all. But there was no denying at least half an eye would be kept on the happenings in Sheffield.

I know I’m late to the party with my match report as the fine Richard Flynn of this parish has already provided an excellent summation of proceedings, but I’ll share my views anyway, to keep me busy on a boring Monday morning as much as anything else. And you’ll just have to listen. Because, well, er… I need to be heard!

Anyway, on with the fun and games. It was a somewhat depleted Cardiff side that took to the ice in Glasgow, down to just seven imports following the departure of Brad Voth and the suspension of repeat offender Chris Frank, so they travelled with slimmed down numbers and a couple of extra young Brits. Could Braehead turn this to their advantage?

Not at first, it seemed. In under a minute Cardiff struck the first blow, Phil Hill making a sweetly timed pass to line up Jeff Pierce, who slotted past Jaakko Suomalainen, the Clan netminder caught napping. The opening minutes of the game were fast and furious, and end to end, with Braehead having plenty of the play and both teams attacking then counter-attacking. It was a really juicy contest and I found myself desiring of popcorn. But with just 6:41 on the clock Cardiff doubled their lead to put a dent in Braehead’s hopes of winning the game, Jeff Pierce once again involved, the key playmaker this time, Stuart MacRae turning in the rebound from Suomalainen’s save.

Cardiff were at their fast, fluid, attacking best in the first period, and continued to pile the pressure on the home side, Suomalainen finally waking up to make a couple of decent saves, and Braehead’s defence coping admirably, soaking up the pressure. Jeff Pierce was having a storming game for Cardiff, and his line was on fire, providing the lion’s share of the attacking options and overwhelming Braehead as the period wore on. The game wasn’t short of physical play either, the most notable incident occurring in front of the Clan’s net, little terrier Sammy Zajac taking exception to a check by Devils’ defenceman Josh Batch. Zajac tore after him and a fight ensued in which he didn’t fare badly considering the height differential, which amounted to nearly a foot. He really knows how to pick ‘em. Good lad.

The third goal was always coming, and this time it was from the powerplay, the short-handed Clan unable to pick off defenceman Jamie Vanderveeken who was left alone to shoot from distance and accurately so, and hot on its heels came a fourth for Cardiff, a poor pass from Braehead quickly pounced upon and turned over by Scott Matzka who made no mistake with his shot. Shoulders slumped as we feared a rout instead of the close game we had been hoping for. But the remainder of the period was far from a damp squib, the two player-coaches clashing after a questionable check from behind, and the resultant Clan powerplay producing a couple of good attempts from Jim Jorgensen and Mike Bayrack, Stevie Lyle standing up to both in the Devils’ net.

Optimism remained that despite trailing by four, Braehead would find their way back into the game in the second period, and our hope was rewarded after just 48 seconds, a lovely move from the Clan starting with Jorgensen making a perfect wraparound pass to Jordan Krestanovich, who coolly slotted the puck home to bring the deficit back to three goals. The Clan had a renewed vigour, and the second period was much more evenly matched, Cardiff dropping slightly off the pace in order to defend their lead, and Braehead having more of the puck.

The second period was to be a tale of two refereeing decisions. Both arose over a Braehead Clan goal, and both related to the relative legality of said goals. The first was cut and dried, from a neutral perspective. There was a melee in front of net and Kevin Phillips scored a goal. He totally scored, it was definitely a goal. You could tell it was a goal because it like, went in the net and everything. The puck bouncing back out from the crossbar was a dead giveaway.

The men in stripes had obviously not had the vantage point that we on the TV had (questions remain as to why) but they took advantage of the available technology to review the footage, and funnily enough, came to the same conclusion as us. The goal stood.

In the second incident, Brock McPherson scored what looked like a perfectly reasonable goal. However there was dispute from the Devils, who claimed a penalty should have been called prior to the goal being scored. The refs hadn’t signalled the penalty, but once again using the video footage, they reviewed the incident and deemed that there had indeed been a penalty. Goal disallowed.

It was a strange turn of events that called into question the use of video technology in the sport. Arguably the outcome would have been the reverse if the Sky cameras hadn’t made the footage so readily available – the first goal would have been disallowed, the second allowed. In this situation, it seems to not have affected the outcome of the game. However in other games, the same could possibly not be said. All questions for another blog post on another day.

The final period began with the scored delicately poised at 4-2. With a period like the last, the Clan could well have come back to take both points – but they needed to turn it up to 11. And they did, seemingly determined to make up for missed opportunities, their third goal finally coming around four minutes in, Ryan Campbell with a well-executed solo effort that Lyle should have done better with.

The game continued at full speed, the Devils trying to fight their way back into the driving seat. Meanwhile, back in the pub, the Vipers fans were engaged in an invigorating and vocal debate about the use of video technology.

Following my confession of love for Tom Dignard in my last post, this week’s swooning over a player of awesome proportions is brought to you by Jim Jorgenson. He worked non-stop in the final period to keep the momentum in Braehead’s favour; he may be a defenceman but he is amazing on the puck, incredibly creative and an excellent skater, and he was single-handedly responsible for a clutch of Clan chances, seemingly in place of Jade Galbraith, who’s 30th birthday was not going down as one of his better performances, as he seemed to go missing for long periods at a time. He almost had a fight in late in the third, giving Devils’ coach Gerad Adams a bit of a shove but then thinking it may not have been such a good idea after all. Good decision from the birthday boy there.

The end of the game was a bit of an anti-climax as the Clan failed to make their sustained pressure pay; they were unable to get back into the game or force overtime, and we were left to reflect on one of the most exciting games we’d seen all season, whilst catching up with the drama in South Yorkshire, as the Belfast Giants won in a penalty shoot-out over the Sheffield Steelers, hammering one more nail into the coffin which houses their title hopes. The overly rotund lady has not sung just yet. But she’s doing her warm-up exercises.

A Glaswegian Odyssey: Part 1

Originally published on http://www.ukamericansportsfans.com/ on 28th January 2012

It was Friday. And according to my pre-game preamble, I had some promises to keep. I started at the very beginning. It seemed like a decent sort of a place to start. And I only went and did it: I took my seat in the Braehead Arena having consumed a single pint of cider and not a drop more. Okay, I had another one on the go. But that wasn’t the point. I needed to stay refreshed, after all. The point was, I was sober. Sober, focussed, and ready to take on the task at hand.

Braehead took on the Belfast Giants in the Friday night Elite League clash and, despite popular belief, the much-touted rivalry between the two teams took a back seat as the game started out quietly, both teams coming off the back of losses and both keen to gain the upper hand. A small contingent of Vipers fans settled down, decidedly neutral despite being camped deep in Giants territory, and I couldn’t help the niggling feeling that my game-killing curse might strike again. Surely I couldn’t be doomed to ANOTHER boring hockey match? Nevertheless it was early days, and I had a fantastic vantage point, in a vacant corner low down and left of goal, and in homage to one of my pre-game pledges, my camera was in hand and I was snapping the players doing what they do best, so I was happy enough.

However as the game worn on, and my camera battery wore off, it looked as though my curse had perhaps worn off too. Despite a somewhat muted Glaswegian crowd and a slow start, the game picked up tempo. The Giants were in the ascendancy in the first period, beginning to mount pressure on the Clan goal, the visiting side taking their chances but Clan netminder Jaakko Suomalainen proving equal to the task. As the first period drew closer to its conclusion the game gathered speed and the Giants started to stamp their authority with a number of shots on goal, the best of them a gift of a chance which fell to Aaron Clarke following a beauty of a pass from Craig Peacock, but Clarke couldn’t bury the shot and it gave the home side the incentive, and they were able to exert some pressure of their own before giving up a penalty with just a minute or so to go. The beginning of the Belfast powerplay rocked the Clan but the Finnish netminder stood firm and the first period break came around to the relief of the home fans.

In the period break an irony occurred. I was wearing a Newcastle Vipers jersey, sitting with Belfast Giants fans, in the Braehead Arena. But on the television in the period break were the only team I could really call my own these days, Watford FC, who were playing Spurs in the FA Cup 4th round. It was poignant somehow for me to witness my plucky lads fighting against the big guns, even more so with the memory of my Vipers doing the very same last season. Hmm, my eyes appear to have become somewhat misty. Let’s continue.

Into the second and the Giants finished their powerplay with a couple more chances before the game settled back into a muted rhythm. It needed a goal to spark some life into it; well, ask and you shall receive. Just over three minutes in and the Giants took the lead, scoring almost directly from the face-off. The goal just floated in from the stick of Aaron Clarke and it took both team and fans of the home side by surprise. They responded well, Stephen Murphy having to make a pouncing save from a brilliant Jade Galbraith effort, and the Clan had consecutive powerplay chances. They wound up the pressure and despite heroics from Giants defenceman Jeff Mason, throwing his body in front of the puck not once but twice, the Clan finally made the most of the man advantage, coach Drew Bannister scoring from some clever build-up play by Krestanovich and Bayrack.

Finally! A decent game! I was practically salivating. The Giants came straight back on the attack, and the game became more physical, Nick Kuiper throwing a couple of big hits and Adam Keefe bearing down on his opponents in typical style. The Clan were up to the challenge, Bruce and McPherson showing their strength, and the hard-hitting we had expected started to make an appearance. As the minutes ticked away the pace picked up again, Suomalainen making another couple of important stops, and the Clan had another powerplay following a slash from Ryan Crane, the best chance of it coming from a well-worked pass from Mike Wirll to Brock McPherson, forcing a good save from Murphy.

We went into the third with a tied game and it seemed inevitable that it would revert to the slow, cagey style in which the game had started out, neither side wanting to give anything away. It seemed for a time as though perhaps the home side might have the advantage as the Giants started to make mistakes, and they were able to capitalise, a great pass from Mike Bayrack to Tim Wedderburn setting up Mike Wirll to make the shot and giving the Clan fans something to really shout about. Would that be the end of the visitors’ hopes?

Apparently not. In a game with more swings and roundabouts than an adventure playground the advantage shifted again, the Giants needing less than three minutes to level the scores, another goal seemingly from out of nowhere, returning Giant Paul Deniset finishing the chance. Now it looked like it was the Giants’ game to lose, and they could have extended their lead with a wraparound chance from Aaron Clarke followed shortly after by a stinging shot from Keefe, but the netminder stood up to it. The Giants had a new found swagger and Clan fans couldn’t watch as they turned the screw. Even I was on the edge of my seat and I didn’t mind who won; it was the most nail-biting encounter I’ve seen as a neutral and I was LOVING it. The Giants continued to press, the busy Aaron Clarke with another shot which made it past Suomalainen, but only as far as Drew Bannister who coolly swept the puck from the crease – the Giants fans roared with frustration; the Clan fans breathed again. Rob Dowd put one over which clanged into the plexi glass right in front of us. I didn’t even flinch. I’m well ‘ard, innit.

The Clan were defending for their lives and it was working, it gave them the confidence to mount one last attack on the Giants goal, Galbraith with a great effort with just 30 seconds left on the clock, and a second shot with just 11 seconds to go, I’ve no idea who that was, I was far too excited! Every Clan fan was on their feet – had it gone in? NO! Stephen Murphy stood on his head to keep it out and was the hero of the dying seconds. The hooter sounded. I remembered to breathe. I didn’t even realise I’d been holding my breath.

Overtime! It was only my second experience of it in a live environment. And wow, are those bad boys fun! Hell for leather, no holds barred, all or nothing, end to end. Shot after shot, probably about three penalties that would have been called in regulation time, even the referees seemed to be having a ball, my heart rate was through the roof, I remembered why I once felt as though hockey was damaging to one’s health. It was an intense five minutes but neither team could find an opening and so the deadlock remained, and into the shootout we went.

It was my second ever overtime experience, but my first ever shootout, and I was as giddy as a schoolgirl. I’m not going to go into a great deal of detail because, well, penalties are penalties, but suffice to say it was captivating, and it took ten attempts before the result was decided. There were four misses in the first round of shots. Craig Peacock netted first, followed by Jordan Krestanovich, looking every inch the class act. Then Jeff Mason, scored. Jade Galbraith took an AGE over his second, keeping us all in suspense before finally scoring. Rob Dowd was as cool as a cucumber taking his second shot. But the otherwise excellent Mike Wirll for the home side had his shot saved, and it was all over. My heart was in my mouth. And it wasn’t even because of the random group of men without their tops on who started jumping up and down at the end.

So, what of my promises? Stayed sober? Check. Took notes? Check. Took some decent photos? Check. Didn’t dance during every stoppage? Er, almost. Squad numbers? Easy. Facts? All day long, baby. Beards? My lips are sealed. Oh, and, er, there was the small matter of my pre-match prediction. Read it and weep people, read it and weep. Actually, I almost did when I saw it coming to pass in front of my own eyes. Damn my amazing prediction skills and damn my not having put any money on them!!

I could go on about that game all day. In reality, it was a decent game, perhaps not a classic, but by heck how I needed that. It was fast, furious, good clean fun, hard fought from both sides, I couldn’t even pick out a man of the match for either side, although the both defences were excellent, Tom Dignard mopping up everything that came his way for the Giants and Jeff Mason as strong in attack as some of the forwards. For the Clan Tim Wedderburn and Jim Jorgensen both stood out, and both netminders had strong games, but in truth, everyone looked good to me. I may not have a team to support anymore, but I’m sure as hell still biased. Towards hockey. I bloody love it.

It’s a (Christmas) Cracker

First published on http://www.ukamericansportsfans.com/ on 20th December 2011

Anyone who hasn’t realised that the Elite league of British Ice Hockey is currently providing some of the best sporting entertainment in the country must be living under a rock. Okay, I realise that probably runs to a fair few million folk in the kingdom who would have to be classed as subterranean but still, in a week in which Nottingham Panthers owner Neil Black spoke out about the league, it seems he was absolutely spot on in his assertion that it’s in better shape than ever.

But wait, he was talking about the finances, wasn’t he? Oh dear. Just two weeks after the Coventry Blaze’s desperate appeal for financial help, and in a season in which it’s no secret that more than just one or two of the Elite League clubs are struggling against financial constraints to offer the best possible on-ice product, Black’s remarks were at best ill-advised, but more realistically blinkered, short-sighted, and lots of other words that imply he’d not actually thought it through at all. Cue a frantic back-pedal a few days later with his suggested league reforms which seemed to acknowledge that not everyone can afford to put out a team that includes the likes of Champagne, Beauregard and Kowalski (who sound like a firm of Hollywood divorce lawyers). It’s been made patently clear that their organisation do not feel the pinch that other clubs do. Some teams sound more like a cockney debt collection agency (Frank, Dobben and Voth). But do we love them any less? Of course not! (No offence to the fine gentlemen of the Cardiff parish. Comic effect is everything). Now I’ve ruined the joke, haven’t I? Sorry.

Anyway… The financial argument rumbled on throughout the week, rearing its ugly but unavoidable head as it tends to do at numerous points throughout the season, but putting it aside for a moment, there really is no denying that in terms of entertainment, the league this season is a nail-biting, edge-of-the-seat thrill ride from top to bottom. If we could bottle this and sell it, we wouldn’t be in these financial doldrums in the first place. We should be marketing the crap out of this bad boy.

So, shout it from the rooftops good people of Hockeyland! Ice hockey is here and it’s AWESOME! Unlike in recent seasons, NOTHING can be taken for granted which makes every game a potential classic. Take this weekend as an example of how unpredictable the Elite League has become: Nottingham WON’T win every game on home ice! Fife CAN lead by four goals against the likes of the Steelers! The Edinburgh Capitals can and WILL go on their travels and take the lead in some of the most challenging rinks in the country! And they will NOT concede 15 goals a game! No-siree-bob! It’s all true – hold the front page hockey news writers – because you really can’t write the script for how a hockey weekend is going to go anymore.

The Weekend Revisited

Try Saturday for starters. A typical day in the Elite League. On paper, you’d have had the four scheduled games down as home wins, and comfortable ones at that. But as the stories unfolded around the country, you’d have been forgiven for thinking you were seeing things. Or perhaps on drugs of some sort. Coventry Blaze travelled to the National Ice Centre in Nottingham and appeared to take a 3-0 lead in the first period. Sheffield were mysteriously unable to break the deadlock against Fife on home ice in their first period. Edinburgh apparently went 1-0 up in Cardiff’s Big Blue Tent. Did I need my eyes testing? Or a strong drink? (I opted for the latter).

As the games progressed, momentum began to swing back in the direction of the logical. Nottingham pulled back level, the Blaze unable to capitalise on their opening period onslaught. Sheffield went 4-0 up on the Flyers and looked to complete a demolition on their Scottish opponents. Early in the third period, Cardiff cruised into the lead against Edinburgh with three goals in four minutes. And Belfast were 4-2 up on Dundee at the Odyssey Arena. Would all be right with the world after all?

Not before some last gasp excitement. In a reversal of fortune (‘Weakest Link’ mode engage), the Steelers conceded three quick goals to make their game a last gasp affair, Colt King scoring the decisive goal with seven seconds remaining to take the win for the Steelers. In Cardiff, the Capitals also pulled a goal back to make the Devils sweat for the final ten minutes of the game, but the home side held on to take the points. In Belfast, Dundee had their fair share of the score line, pushing the Giants to within a one goal margin, eventually losing 5-4. And in the surprise of the day, Blaze won the penalty shootout in Nottingham to take a precious and unexpected two points back to Coventry.

The action was just as frenetic on Sunday, four more games, and a total of 36 goals scored. Edinburgh once again took the lead on the road, taking a two goal lead in the first period against the Blaze, who promptly got their acts together in the second period and went on to cruise to a 7-2 victory. Hull were involved in their second Sunday spectacular in as many weeks as they took on Cardiff at home, the lead changing hands on several occasions before the Devils took control of the game in the third period to take the win, 5-3. Braehead were the only team to make short work of their opponents all weekend, quietly despatching Dundee 7-1 in a fuss-free effort, a hat-trick for the inimitable Jade Galbraith and a brace for Captain Krestanovich.

The Clan have played the least games of any team in the league aside from the Steelers, and it’s worth noting that if they win their game in hand on Cardiff who sit one place above them, they would move within a single point of the Welsh side. Dark horses? What did I tell you.

In the final tie of the day, Sheffield travelled to Fife to complete a home/away double header, and there was a shock to the system in store for the pretenders to the top spot as Fife scored five past them with only one in reply to take a four goal lead into the third period. This was unthinkable! Hockey fans around the country waited with bated breath for news. Doug Christiansen and Corey Neilson must have had the champagne on ice (‘why, did he injure himself?’ I hear you cry! Ba-dum cha! I’ll get my coat). But, goal by goal, the Steelers clawed back the deficit, finally evening the score at 5 goals all late in the third. So to overtime, where they almost immediately struck the killer blow to the gutsy home side, Mark Thomas scoring in just over 30 seconds to take the extra point and delay a potential miracle until another day. Hockey fans released their collective held breath. It smelt a bit like pies.

The weekend summed up everything that is good about the league this season. Last season, the hapless Edinburgh Capitals were on the end of double figure drubbings on a weekly basis. This year? Nothing of the sort. The Caps are proving themselves more than worthy adversaries on a regular basis, and new kids on the block Fife have proved nothing like the whipping boys that many thought they would be; after overcoming a slow start they now have the Danny Stewart factor and are taking it to opponents like Sheffield and Belfast week on week. It has to be good for business.

It’s all about the money

Aside from the over-arching league-wide financial debates, there were more player movements this week, the most notable being Belfast’s Brock McBride, who signed for HDD Olimpija Ljubljana of the Austrian first league, much to the dismay of the Northern Irish fans. He proved what a massive miss he will be for the Giants by picking up five points in his final game on Saturday, going out with a bang instead of a whimper.

So what does it take to command some loyalty from a player in this league, or, like the English lower leagues in football have become to an extent, is the Elite League merely a breeding ground, a nursery, or perhaps in the case of some, a retirement home? Can we really ask for loyalty when better money is being offered elsewhere? It’s a game of high player turnover at the best of times, but in the ‘current climate’ (how I hate that phrase), it’s even more difficult to prevent a player’s head being turned by the promise of riches elsewhere.

It has to be bad for the sport in the UK; the fans put their support behind a player, buy a shirt with his name on, only to watch him wave bye-bye as he jumps on the next plane to Wherever two months later. Ice hockey is more volatile and fragile than most UK sports, especially in this market, and it’s definitely ‘that’ time of year again as the comings and goings pick up pace around the leagues; injured players are replaced, unsettled players move on.

Following the departure of Luke Fulghum, Coventry Blaze signed Frankie Bakrlik and Woo Sang Park on a permanent basis. Hull parted company with captain Josh Mizerek. Dan Ceman moved from Dundee to Fife. There’s an air of tension that I remember all too well from last season as you wonder who could be the next through hockey’s notorious revolving door of employment. It’s nigh on impossible for a club’s management to command a regular and loyal fanbase let alone drum up new support when those on the ice aren’t even committed to stick around for one full season – a meagre seven months – the blink of an eye, really. Or perhaps that’s unfair. It IS just a job after all.

End of familiar rant. For now at least.

Off-Ice Shenanigans

That’s a sexy subtitle if ever I’ve seen one. The Coventry Blaze ‘risqué’ calendar went on sale. The limp carcasses of swooning women littered the floor of the Skydome shortly afterwards. The Sheffield Steelers ‘Rockstar’ video aired for the first time at their Saturday home game. And then a few hundred more times as it was viewed on Youtube by hockey fans around the country. Whilst not quite matching up to the glorious camp-fest that was the Belfast Giants 2010 Christmas video, it features Jeff Legue playing the guitar, outdoors, in just his undercrackers, Jonathan Phillips and a sheep, and Colt King being just about the coolest creature ever to have graced the soil of Sheffield. It’s quite delectable.

So apparently off-ice shenanigans this week directly translates as being semi-naked, singing, or singing whilst semi-naked. Glad we’ve cleared that one up then.

And so into the Christmas period. There’s no logic to the fixture list. There’s no regular Saturday and Sunday fix. There are a lot more mince pies and turkey. There will be expanding waistlines. And there will be a trip to Murrayfield. See how that goes in my next instalment of What Katy Did Next (apart from eat chocolate).

On the Road Again…

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My first match of the season involved a trip to Glasgow, home of the Braehead Clan, to view THEIR first match of the season, against the Dundee Stars. My partner is crime and I proudly wore our Vipers jerseys and garnered a fair few double takes around Braehead Arena as we took our seats, as Clan fans presumably wondered for a second if they had gone back in time to last season. However they couldn’t have been nicer to us. Hands were shaken, regrets expressed, and welcomes extended, and for that I would like to thank them. It reminded me once again of what a great community British ice hockey fans have built.

I was anticipating a close run game; of the four Scottish sides active in the Elite League this year, with the best will in the world, these are the only two who are likely to be really competitive in the league. Could one of the two step it up to compete with the big boys, rather than scrapping for seventh or eighth place? It was time to find out what they had in their respective tanks. Having played two games already I expected Dundee to be the more organised of the two sides, and more disciplined. I was quickly proven wrong.

Ooh look at the lovely shiny ice! And those proud moments just prior to face-off, on your first game of the season. Doesn’t it just get you right there (tap yourself near the heart now, please).

Bosh!

Wow. What a start to a season! The Clan boys had clearly had their spinach prior to the game – the phrase ‘all guns blazing’ barely covers it. Dundee simply weren’t ready and they bore the brunt of the fire that was burning under the Clan’s rear ends, players scattered left, right and centre by returner Kyle Bruce who was baying for blood. Bosh! The crowd flinched collectively in sympathy for his hapless victims before nodding, impressed. What a dude. New import Brock McPherson and Ryan Campbell also came out fighting and Braehead instantly put themselves on the map, their physicality too much for Dundee and surely enough to compete with the likes of Cardiff and Nottingham.

New boys and old combined to form some seriously strong attacking lines and Clan kept their shape well, the skill level not sacrificed for the sake of high intensity, and the goals came, two of them in the first period, the first from the stick of Vince Connon following a piece of incredible individual skill from former Panther Jade Galbraith, and the second scored on the breakaway by captain Jordan Krestanovich, who looks as though he is going to show his quality right from the off this season.

The second period things levelled out and the game became more competitive, Dundee pulling out all the stops to impose themselves on Braehead and interrupt their attacking flow. And it worked, to an extent. The period was scoreless and it looked as though the tides may be turning, Dundee’s two-game advantage starting to show. However going into the third period it was clear that something still needed work in the Stars’ camp. Repeated failed powerplay attempts left them looking completely clueless and it was no real surprise that Braehead took full advantage, scoring not one but two goals short-handed, the first of which an outstanding solo effort from Jim Jorgenson, who looks like a handy attacking defencemen and is definitely one to watch. The wheels came off then for Dundee, gaping holes in their defence exposed, and the game was pretty much over when Adam Walker scored the fifth with just 10 minutes left on the clock; it was something of an anti-climax from that point on.

Finntastic

Both netminders had their moments tonight; Dundee’s Chris Whitley soaked up much of Braehead’s early pressure but tired in the third and was switched out in a bid to halt the Clan’s rampant assault on his goal. On the other hand, brand spanking new goaltender Jaakko Suomalainen shone between the pipes for the Clan, his defences impenetrable, his speed and dexterity matched only by his awesome dress sense and the fact that he resembles the guitarist from a band I used to be in, and the fact his name was just written to be put in a song (think ‘hi ho silver lining’). The Finn vied with Krestanovich, Bruce and Galbraith as the game’s stand-out player and looks set to become a fan favourite in Glasgow.

Team Stripey

Maybe it’s because I’m technically a neutral now so my passions aren’t running as deep, but I genuinely thought the guys in black and white had a good game tonight, keeping a lid on the tensions and only missing one key decision (as far as my fledgling rules knowledge could see) – a case for boarding on Jim Jorgenson early in the third period – but other than that Hanson and his team did a solid job and left us considering our allegiances – perhaps now we don’t have a team we should invest in some black and white striped shirts and support the referees? They don’t get much love now, do they. Okay okay, it was just a thought – please stop throwing things at your screen.

Cuddles

Ah Jade Galbraith. How do I like to gently mock you? Let me count the ways: he has a girl’s name. He is fond of an all-you-can-eat buffet. And he clearly likes to have a good time, possibly to the detriment of his career (these are statements of fact, people, fact). I saw plenty of Mr Galbraith last season – it wasn’t hard, there’s plenty to see, after all – and there was never any denying his skill. He has it in spades, and if Clan fans were in any doubt about his commitment or whether or not he was really worth the money, he silenced them tonight. Well, actually the opposite. I’d say they seemed quite pleased with him, in fact. His part in the first goal was sublime, he had many moments of genius, and he even invented a new check, the figure-skating check, somehow taking out a Stars player with something akin to a triple toe loop. Frankly, he’s pure class. I’ll admit he’s not the most, um, athletic of gentlemen. In fact it could be said that he’s, well, a tad on the rotund side. Diplomatic enough? I think so. But he seems quite unconcerned by his ample abdominal area if truth be told, and I found myself hypnotically drawn to his protruding middle, much the same as I was drawn to a certain man’s beard last season. I have therefore made it my mission to get a Jade cuddle before this season is out.

I don’t intend to ask him for one of course, that would be far too easy. It will instead be a sort of attempted sneak attack. Possibly from behind. I will just have to really hope he appreciates the thought otherwise I might get a punch in the face. Watch this space. It won’t be empty for long.

Impressed, much?

So yeah. Braehead Clan. I am impressed. The test will come of course, when they face the likes of Belfast and Nottingham, but I was very encouraged by what I saw. They still have the not inconsiderable experience of Mike Bayrack to add to their ranks, the Canadian defenceman a late arrival due to visa complications. It was also unusual for us not to see Vipers’ own Sammy Zajac spending a good 30 minutes on the ice based on last season’s experience, but then we remembered that Clan have a full squad – luxury!! He didn’t ice for long on Saturday but made few mistakes and acquitted himself well; the lad should come on a bomb his season with the experience around him.

So that’s me. I told you I write a lot. I hope you found it at least mildly entertaining, and I will attempt to bring you more nuggets of wisdom in the weeks and months to come. As well as detailed reports of my progress in Mission: Cuddle Jade. See you soon!