SAVARD and THERRIEN in Closed Door Meeting Today
Nov 18, 2002 19:17:53 GMT -5
Post by JohnnyVerdun on Nov 18, 2002 19:17:53 GMT -5
The following transcript has not been edited.
MT: Eh, Andre…thanks.
AS: For what?
MT: You know, that thing you did.
AS: Talking to the boys?
MT: [nods]
AS: Pas de probleme, Michel.
MT: I guess she worked pretty good, eh?
AS: It was a nice effort against Jersey.
MT: They worked like hell…what, uhh, what did you talk about?
AS: I talked about a lot of things.
MT: [gazing out the window] It’s not comme Laval. Ca c’est sur…<br>AS: Laval?
MT: Les boys in Laval. [whispering softly] Tout le monde comme Sylvain. Denis Grandfiste. Luc “le croque-mort” Desjardins,….I really miss les gars. They knew how to compete. Those are good boys. They showed up.
AS: Yeah, well, sometimes the police showed up too.
MT: [angrily] F#ck la police, Andre! They never understand that I create something for the community, la bas, la. Someting to be proud for, christtabbernac. For all Laval! For to give Laval plus gloire, ‘sti!
AS: What’s on your mind, Michel?
MT: It’s that guy again.
AS: Which guy?
MT: Numero vingt-sept.
AS: Czerkawski?
MT: The Polish guy. Le blondie, la.
AS: Czerkawski.
MT: I don’t like dat guy.
AS: What do you mean you don’t like him? What’d he do?
MT: He remind me of a guy….
AS He reminds you of somebody?
MT: A guy in high-school. I never forget dat guy, Andre. Francois Cousineau. He laugh at me toujours. I always want to punch son visage.. I swear I gonna punch that Polish movie star bast#rd if he look at me again when I tell the boys “let’s show up tonight”. I can see vingt-sept laughing at me just like Francois….And when I look in l’autre direction he makes faces and the players laugh. I can hear them. Ce pas seulement numero vingt-sept, Andre. I swear I gonna grab a stick and show them some “justice de Laval” . It’s time. It’s time for Michel “terrible” Therrien to show up. First I get Blondie. Then I smash is face, le rat, Audette. [yelling]
AS: Whoah ton motor, Michel…you can’t hit the players….
MT: [biting his lip and hitting his thigh in frustration]
AS: We’ve talked about this…<br>MT: [nodding reluctantly]
AS: We’re professionals. We have to keep our heads, eh? Remember Carolina, Michel.
MT: [indignant] Hey, hey, hey, c’est pas juste, Andre, how can I know Fraser went to Jonquiere for French immersion? C#cksucker! I h’ate his guts!
AS: Take it easy, Michel. It’s in the past. I only mention it because we have to remember to keep cool, n’est pas?
MT: Ouay, ouay…je sais. Keep it cool.
AS: Anything else on your mind?
MT: How’s Gino?
AS: He’s not ready yet, Michel.
MT: What about Enrico? Did you call him?
AS: Not yet.
MT: Can I call him?
AS: Leave it to me, Michel….I’ll get back to you on the Enrico thing….
MT: Eh, Andre…thanks.
AS: For what?
MT: You know, that thing you did.
AS: Talking to the boys?
MT: [nods]
AS: Pas de probleme, Michel.
MT: I guess she worked pretty good, eh?
AS: It was a nice effort against Jersey.
MT: They worked like hell…what, uhh, what did you talk about?
AS: I talked about a lot of things.
MT: [gazing out the window] It’s not comme Laval. Ca c’est sur…<br>AS: Laval?
MT: Les boys in Laval. [whispering softly] Tout le monde comme Sylvain. Denis Grandfiste. Luc “le croque-mort” Desjardins,….I really miss les gars. They knew how to compete. Those are good boys. They showed up.
AS: Yeah, well, sometimes the police showed up too.
MT: [angrily] F#ck la police, Andre! They never understand that I create something for the community, la bas, la. Someting to be proud for, christtabbernac. For all Laval! For to give Laval plus gloire, ‘sti!
AS: What’s on your mind, Michel?
MT: It’s that guy again.
AS: Which guy?
MT: Numero vingt-sept.
AS: Czerkawski?
MT: The Polish guy. Le blondie, la.
AS: Czerkawski.
MT: I don’t like dat guy.
AS: What do you mean you don’t like him? What’d he do?
MT: He remind me of a guy….
AS He reminds you of somebody?
MT: A guy in high-school. I never forget dat guy, Andre. Francois Cousineau. He laugh at me toujours. I always want to punch son visage.. I swear I gonna punch that Polish movie star bast#rd if he look at me again when I tell the boys “let’s show up tonight”. I can see vingt-sept laughing at me just like Francois….And when I look in l’autre direction he makes faces and the players laugh. I can hear them. Ce pas seulement numero vingt-sept, Andre. I swear I gonna grab a stick and show them some “justice de Laval” . It’s time. It’s time for Michel “terrible” Therrien to show up. First I get Blondie. Then I smash is face, le rat, Audette. [yelling]
AS: Whoah ton motor, Michel…you can’t hit the players….
MT: [biting his lip and hitting his thigh in frustration]
AS: We’ve talked about this…<br>MT: [nodding reluctantly]
AS: We’re professionals. We have to keep our heads, eh? Remember Carolina, Michel.
MT: [indignant] Hey, hey, hey, c’est pas juste, Andre, how can I know Fraser went to Jonquiere for French immersion? C#cksucker! I h’ate his guts!
AS: Take it easy, Michel. It’s in the past. I only mention it because we have to remember to keep cool, n’est pas?
MT: Ouay, ouay…je sais. Keep it cool.
AS: Anything else on your mind?
MT: How’s Gino?
AS: He’s not ready yet, Michel.
MT: What about Enrico? Did you call him?
AS: Not yet.
MT: Can I call him?
AS: Leave it to me, Michel….I’ll get back to you on the Enrico thing….