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“And we are back in Ottawa for the start of the second period. The Centaurs are leading New York by one, and Luca Haas’s first game in an Ottawa jersey has been solid so far. He hasn’t appeared on the score sheet yet, but he is adjusting well to his new teammates.”
“Haas has spent most of the game on the second line with Holmberg and Dykstra, while captain Ilya Rozanov remains with Barrett and Boodram.”
The puck dropped.
“New York wins the face-off and carries the puck into Ottawa’s zone. Haas closes the gap along the boards and forces the pass back towards the blue line. Good defensive pressure from the newest Centaur.”
New York lost control of the puck, and both teams started changing lines.
“Rozanov comes onto the ice now. Barrett follows him, and Boodram joins the rush on the right.”
Ilya carried the puck through the neutral zone. He crossed the blue line, pulled it around one defender and sent it back towards Troy.
“Barrett shoots.”
The puck went wide and hit the boards behind the net. Ilya moved after the rebound, but a New York defender reached him at the same time. Their skates tangled.
Ilya went down hard.
“Rozanov crashes into the boards!”
The whistle sounded immediately.
Ilya lay motionless on his stomach. Medical staff hurried across the ice, spinal board already prepared.