Chili
En boca cerrada no entran moscas
- Jun 10, 2004
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This article is one of the best I've seen on him. Alot of personal insight and how many others saw him. It appears to have been written in the late 1950's near the end of his career. I thought it might interest some here.
''When he's worked up,'' says Selke, ''his eyes gleam like headlights. Not a glow, but a piercing intensity. Goalies have said he's like a motorcar coming on you at night. He is terrifying. He is the greatest hockey player that ever lived. I can contradict myself by saying that 10 or 15 do the mechanics better. But it's results that count. Others play well, build up, eventually get a goal. He is like lightning. It's a fine summer day, suddenly. . . .''
''In all my experience in athletics, academic pursuits, business,'' says NHL president Clarence Campbell, ''I've never seen a man so completely dedicated to the degree he is. Many people who prosper take prosperity for granted. He doesn't to this day. He is the best hockey player he can be every second. You know, he is the eldest of a fairly extensive family raised in relative poverty. Somehow or other, he was going to lift himself. He has an inner urge to transcend.''
''Nothing goes to my head,'' Richard says. ''I don't think I deserve it. That's my whole trouble all the years. There are better hockey players, but they don't work as hard. I like to win.''