The son wheeled his dad across the ice, and they watched together as the dad’s number 3 rose to the rafters. And they were proud.
And from Dick Irvin’s book “The Habs,” the words of Pierre Bouchard:
” If you look in the book you’ll see that Bouchard scored seventy-nine goals for the Montreal Canadiens. That’s both of us. And it took us twenty-seven years to do it. I stuck right beside Ken Dryden and I guess my father stuck right beside Bill Durnan. We were what you would call “defensive defencemen.” Very defensive.
I was born in 1948 so I saw very little when it came to watching my father play hockey. I remember going to a few games and I used to blackmail my mother. If she wouldn’t buy me ice cream or peanuts, I would cheer for the other team. But even though I don’t remember how he played, as far as I’m concerned my father was the best.”
The photo above is of course long-time Philadelphia Flyer Bobby Clarke. He was the leader of the Broad Street Bullies in the early part of the 1970’s when they had such goons as Dave Schultz, Bob Kelly, Don Saleski, and Moose Dupont. Clarke was their leader, but any one of them could have beat the shit out of him.
The Flyers of the 1970’s might have gooned other teams, but when it came time for the Montreal Canadiens, these same Flyers behaved like a bunch of mice. Not only could the Habs play better hockey, but the big boys like Larry Robinson, Pierre Bouchard, and Rick Chartraw sent them home to their mommies, and Montreal won the 1975-76 Stanley Cup, their first of four straight.
Not only that, because Russian star Valeri Kharlamov was so vastly superior in 1972, Bobby Clarke broke the guy’s ankle with his stick during the Summit Series.
The 2007-2008 edition of the Flyers is a little bit the same as the thugs of the 70’s, with several suspensions for thinly-veiled attempted murders, but just not quite as good. Regardless, Montreal takes care of business. (Like a 5-3 win tonight in Philly, and catching Ottawa in the process.)