US Women Claim Hockey Gold, Defeating Archrival Canada in a Game for a Ages

GANGNEUNG, South Korea—They had been here before, in their minds and in their dreams, on solidified ponds and wintry arenas and after prolonged practices, and it always finished a same way. Afterward, a Americans would roughly all use a same words: “no doubts.” Well, of march there were doubts, doubts about either they would win. You don’t get to a sixth shot of a shootout after 80 mins of an Olympic gold-medal hockey diversion opposite your archrival if we had it in a bag a whole time. But that’s not what they meant. They meant they had no doubts.

It took some-more than 80 mins to get here; it took 4 years. Maddie Rooney had risen from high propagandize child to Olympic goalie. Forward Amanda Kessel had recovered from a concussion so serious that she couldn’t go outside.

Jocelyne Lamoureux-Davidson and her husband, Brent, had behind perplexing to start a family. But here she was, prepared to uncover a Canadians her baby.

What a pierce this was. One of her aged coaches had dubbed it “Oops, we Did It Again,” after a Britney Spears song. Jocelyne and her twin sister, Monique Lamoureux-Morando, pronounced afterward, “We’ve butchered it copiousness of times.” But Jocelyne got it down this time.

She calculated a right-handed wrist shot, pulled a puck to her left, afterwards pulled it behind to a right—three moves in one, really, and a unusual Canadian goaltender Shannon Szabados seemed to tumble for all three. After Lamoureux-Davidson simply tucked a puck into a open bottom-right dilemma of a net, she pumped her fist, and a Americans distinguished given they led a shootout 3–2….

And still it was not over. Rooney, usually 5-foot-4 and 20 years old, stood in front of a U.S. goal. She had one some-more shot to stop.

Four years earlier, Rooney had sat in her residence in Andover, Minn., and watched Canada erase a 2–0 necessity with 4 mins remaining and jolt a U.S. in overtime. Two weeks earlier, when she boarded a craft for Korea, Rooney says, “It strike me:” a perfect distance and definition of a Olympics.

But mins earlier, as a shootout was beginning, Rooney had indeed smiled. U.S. captain Meghan Duggan noticed. She says she thought, “Maddie’s smiling. We’re good.”

As her teammates took turns in a shootout, Rooney looked down, listened to a crowd, and usually looked adult during a final second. But Rooney was ease when it was a Canadians’ spin to glow during her. Her teammates marveled during her poise. Her roommate in PyeongChang, 30-year-old Gigi Marvin, said: “I mean: Holy cow, Maddie Rooney!” Duggan said, “A 20-year-old goaltender, we know?”

Rooney said: “Pressure is power.”

On a Canadians’ final try, Rooney suspected that Canada’s Meghan Agosta would try to poke a puck by her legs. She stopped a shot. The U.S. dais erupted.

Rooney beheld a puck sitting on a ice and kindly nudged it divided from a goal, usually to make sure, like she was creation certain she had her keys in her slot before she sealed a door.

They’re good; they’re great; they’re bullion medalists. This diversion might have been a many expected eventuality of these Olympics, and somehow, it indeed surpassed a hype.

The Americans looked like a improved team, yet not by much, and when a dual best teams in a universe face any other, being a small improved is not enough. The Canadians have an roughly visionary peculiarity about them. It doesn’t matter to them if a Americans are faster or even if a Americans have a lead, given a Americans are still Americans, and Canadians kick Americans in hockey.

The U.S. scored first; Canada answered. Canada scored next, and there were a Americans, in their locker room with one duration left, trailing 2–1. If ever there was a time for doubt, this was it.

They were unfazed though, and they played like it. It took roughly 14 mins to even a score, on a Lamoureux-Morando breakaway, yet during all 14 of those minutes, they kept their poise. They did not rush passes or glow unfortunate shots.

During a break before overtime, they were sure. And when that 20-minute overtime period, contested with 4 players opposite four, finished though a goal, and they headed to a shootout, they were joking around on a bench.

The Canadians pronounced following that a shootout is no approach to confirm a bullion medal. A day earlier, a U.S. men’s coach, Tony Granato, had stood in a same mark and uttered a same view after his group was separated in a shootout by a Czech Republic. They were all correct. Shootouts are not unequivocally hockey. But a manners are a same for everybody.

And a law is that, when overtime ended, a shootout seemed like a present for a Canadians. The Americans had dominated overtime. They didn’t score, yet going from five-on-five to four-on-four done a outrageous difference. Maybe it was a U.S. speed in a open ice, or maybe a Canadians got sleepy first. But another duration of overtime would have adored a Americans.

Nobody unequivocally deserved to lose, yet a dim beauty of a gold-medal diversion is that somebody does. U.S. manager Robb Stauber pronounced afterward, “This is a really classical instance of how tough it should be.”

The Americans know. They had suffered in 2014, and in 2010. It was extraordinary how fast a weight shifted in one Korean afternoon. The Canadians will lift a weight now.

Afterward Canadian brazen Natalie Spooner said, “Once we get a feeling of winning a bullion medal, we wish it again. You follow for that high any day of your life. Everybody is going to remember this impulse and how most it sucks.”

This is how most it sucked: The Canadians could not even walk into their locker room and chuck apparatus or have a cry to themselves given this is hockey and this is a Olympics, and that means there is a handshake line entrance and a award rite before that. They had to wait by their bench.

The Americans poured onto a ice. The Canadians watched. The Americans waved to a fans chanting “U-S-A! U-S-A!” The Canadians waited.

Lamoureux-Davidson skated over to collect adult a U.S. flag, and not usually any U.S. flag. This had been given to her by a U.S. senator from her local North Dakota. She could not even remember that senator, yet she knew that dwindle had been wrapped and folded in her case during a team’s training core in Tampa given September. She wrapped a dwindle around her shoulders and skated toward her teammates.

Canadian brazen Blayre Turnbull put her conduct down. She had seen enough.

The Canadians can spend a subsequent 4 years a approach a Americans spent a final four. They can consider about how to recapture a throne, and how to kick Maddie Rooney. Oh, how infuriating that contingency be, to remove to a 20-year-old goalie who is frightened of snakes and, law be told, a bit frightened of a dark.

“I’m kind of a wimp,” Rooney says.

There are dual illusory hockey teams that don’t trust her.

The U.S. group had been by some-more than they could have envisioned. They threatened to skip universe championships unless they were paid a satisfactory wage. They replayed a Sochi detriment in their minds a thousand times.

But consider about this: The U.S. had mislaid in any of a final 4 Olympics—three times to a Canadians in a gold-medal game, and any was some-more agonizing than a last. The awaiting of another disaster loomed over them any time they skated here. And with all that in mind, Jocelyne Lamoureux-Davidson attempted a pierce called Oops, we Did It Again. That’s how we giggle divided a jinx. That’s what we do when we have no doubts.

To a hero go a chuckles, and when somebody told Rooney that her Wikipedia entrance had been altered so her pursuit was now “U.S. Secretary of Defense” she laughed and said, “That’s hilarious!”

When Rooney talked to a media after a game, wearing all her sweat-drenched equipment, she pronounced that a bullion award felt heavy. Earlier, Canada’s Jocelyne Larocque had taken her china award off as shortly as it was placed around her neck.

The Americans and Canadians had both climbed to this impulse for 4 years, apart physically yet corresponding spiritually, and now here they were.  The teams were as even as teams can be, right until they weren’t anymore. Now a tender law of a impulse strike them both: When we finish second during a Olympic Games, we can’t stop looking up. And when we finish first, we never have to demeanour down.

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