Go Bleu Blanc Rouge

The Ice awaits the moment of the end, for there will be a vainquer to-night. The teams prepare to do battle as the crowd begins to arrive. The nervousness of each player is felt as they follow in a line to touch the Ice. The lines have been drawn as the skates trace their identity of each player.The songs have been sung, the hands have clapped and the voices bellow with cheer. The music from the Organ penetrates the hollow walls of the arena. Each player takes his turn to leave his mark as the Bleu Blanc Rouge seems to cover the Ice as the Net tenders stand on guard for them. The sticks seem to draw aerial designs in the air like modern sculptures. As the skates cut into the Ice they leave there sketches on the surface. Watching the players skate is like a choreagraphie of modern dance. The outcome is yet to be known but there will be a victor, celebrations will reign until the next battle and the defeated shall have to wait for another day , another time. Go Bleu Blanc Rouge.