To the Goalkeeper.

His glove is in the air up high
His pads are tight, he s quick as light
The stories of his saves are told
And yet I cease not to behold
And marvel greatly at our Chris
The only Master of the crease!


If you can keep your head, when all about you
Opponents can not score and blame it all on you
If you can make a save when all men doubt you
Then Goalie you are called, a super-goalie too;                                    

If you can stop the puck and be not tired of fighting
With those who dare touch your sacred stick and pads
And don t get worn by moving like a lighting
The fans can not, but shout Бронсард - молодец !

You pass the puck well, in the crease you re master
Don t think avoiding relegation will forever be our aim
You saved our team you helped us to avoid disaster
And in the next few years hockey throne we ll claim;

You listen to the anthem with your butt not head
And opponents thou aren t afraid to diss,
In the jersey number 30 you are clad
And if your name is Bronsard - Bronsard Chris,

Then it s to thee I sing, best player on the ice
Born in the land of Germans Mighty Chris
Do not change teams like simple roll of dice
With you next year playoffs we won t miss.

                                           Алексей Бобров (ака БобЁр)