I reflexively started scampering for power like an elderly, arthritic Brussels Griffon who has just heard the clickety-click of an angry Doberman's toenails on the red Spanish tile of a California sunroom. And it's headed his way!
My typical scampering for power |
I looked to my left and he was skating past with his student and gave me a wave...and for a moment there, a heart attack too boot!
We have a russian coach who sounds exactly the same...poosh poosh poosh. He was Ukrainian junior champ back in the day.
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