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After I posted my blog last night, I took a turn for the worse. My headaches intensified to the point I was ready to do the 3m dash to the bathroom at any second. Good thing I didn’t have to as I probably would’ve knocked myself out on a door frame or something else. My headache was so intense that I wanted to perform trephination on myself to try and alleviate the pressure in my head. Luckily the painkillers finally started to work and I was able to get some sleep. I did sleep rather well, to the point that I was woken up only at 13:00 when a friendly Jehovah’s witness rang our doorbell.

I was also overcome with a feeling of sadness and I wanted to ball my eyes out last night. I have no idea where it all came from but my mood changed rather drastically and I wallowed most the night in a mix of intense headaches and self pity. I was a seriously sensitive dude last night Otherwise, today I have been feeling relatively fine. My head is clearer than it has been for days now and I don’t feel as if I was living in a cloud. However, I’m still not 100%. I don’t think I could last a full gym work out or a jog.

There are still issues I’m trying to work through. One thing I have noticed the past week is that I don’t really feel like myself. Where I am starting to feel better, I feel as if there’s a part of me that is missing. I guess the problem with concussions is that they are like breaking a vase. You can try and put it all back together, but depending how bad you broke it, you’ll never be able to fit all the pieces back together. And I guess the symptoms and the emotions are as unique as the person who suffers it.

However, this has been the best day so far, but that’s not to say that I’m OK. I hope from now on I’ll be able to make significant progress day by day. My dreams are still weird and for the past few nights they have had a mexican theme to them. Go figure that out.

I’m also seeing the doctor again on Monday, so hopefully I’ll get some more guidance into where I go from here. Tell you one thing though, once I get the all clear from the doctors, the first thing I’m going to do is have an ice cold beer.

Also, good luck to my teammates this weekend. I won’t be able to join them on the ice, but hopefully I can muster enough focus to make the trip and watch them play.


So, I’ve got 5 days till I see a specialist for my knee. Having read back on the last few posts, I realize that if any prospective teams read this they might think that I am a wreck of a man that can’t cope with it.

The sacrifice however is that I keep the knee rested for a while, skate and then not walk properly for the rest of the week. But just like Mario Lemieux during the time when he had back problems. He did not train and needed help putting his skates on but he still excelled. That is something that I aspire to.

I recently was asked why I keep doing it and why do I keep pushing. Part of me always tries to joke around and say that ‘you gotta be dumb to be tough’, but you know the truth is, there are guys there who play with much worse injuries than I am. I don’t view that playing with an injury is a bad thing. Sure it hurts, but for my ultimate goal, playing through pain has to be part of the job.

As for the specialist meeting itself, I am feeling relatively nervous. I think the type of person that I am has made me prepare for the worst.

I know I’ve got a tough road ahead of me, whatever the outcome, but I always excell in challenges.


… I promise to take one step ahead.

When my friends first told me that I should have a go at playing at a high level of UK ice hockey, I didn’t know what to think at first. Maybe they were joking, maybe not, but interestingly that conversation that took place when we watched Jeremy Cornish and Rumun Ndur duke it out at a Basingstoke Bison Elite League match a year a go planted a seed in my mind.

After a lot of thinking and pondering whether to do it, I secretly decided that I would push for it. Go hell for leather and see what happens. Worse comes to the worse, I would’ve at least had a go at it and I wouldn’t have to sit around in my older days thinking ‘What if…’. Since then one of my friends set up a Facebook group to encourage me to do it. I think at its heyday, it had nearly 200 members. Not bad, I’d say.

However, as time has gone by, I’ve become more vocal about my dreams and aspirations and have mentioned to select few and written about it in my old blog (http://amateurhockey.blogspot.com). Given that I’ve been trying to do everything on my own, it was recently suggested that I get an agent.

The trouble is that where I think I have the skills to play and I can certainly pick things up quickly in terms of drills, I’m an unknown player, with a break from top flight hockey. So attracting sponsorship for a minority sport in this country has been tough, in fact, I’m still looking and finding an agent to work with is increasingly difficult because of the above reasons. Agents are reluctant to work with athletes like me because all they see is a player CV and see that I probably wouldn’t be a lucrative player to work with from a business perspective.

One agent told me that I should just give up on my dream, but that wouldn’t be pursuing a dream now would it. What I can say about the road and the experience so far is that it has been educating. I guess I’ve learnt new things while I’ve tried to attract sponsors and so on and probably even learnt new skills as a player and improved my work ethic.

Despite a long road ahead of me and a number of ‘setbacks’ on the way, I’m determined that I will get there. Giving up has never been my style, so I see that these setbacks only make me that much tougher and I definitely think that in the first place, the punk/hardcore DIY mentality is the way forward to get the experience I need.


So, this is it. A new start, of sorts. I have decided to transfer my blog from http://www.amateurhockey.blogspot.com to a more professional platform at WordPress (there WordPress, I’ve given you a name check).

I suppose that an introduction is inorder. I am a 28 year old Finn, residing in the UK and my passion is ice hockey. I have played on so many different levels going from pond hockey, to semi-pros and I have toured and seen some of the most horrendous rinks on the planet.
I currently play for a team in Basingstoke UK called the Cougars (no we’re not women, nor older women on the look for young men.) and some of the posts here cover the rollercoaster that is the season.

I have one desire, and that is to make it to the top flight of hockey and prove to myself and to others that hard work does pay off and that if you put your mind to it, dreams do come true. There’s no easy way to achieve my goals and it takes hard work and complete dedication.

I’m going to borrow my old blog’s first ever post to show my dedication to the game and will be building from there. You can still read my old blog at http://www.amateurhockey.blogspot.com and follow my tweets at http://www.twitter.com/amateur_hockey
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There’s always something special and emotional when a team captain hoists the most coveted trophy in hockey, perhaps in the whole of the professional sporting world. No matter what team you support through out the NHL season, the pinnacle is always that emotionally draining, best of seven series final. To every hockey player/fan, the Stanley Cup is the Holy Grail and the only way to achieve immortality.

When I watched the Anaheim Ducks lift the cup this June, I could not have been happier. Though I am a sworn Habs fan, I was happy for the Ducks, mostly for Teemu Selanne. It was one of those moments when a grown man could openly shed a few tears of joy, even if it was for some one else’s success. Teemu’s luminous career was crowned and the sight of him hoisting the cup is a source for true inspiration.

Hence this blog. I have been trying to find a medium in which to express my love and passion for the game and accurately detail my own training and the lengths I go to, even if I will never make it as a pro, a fact I accepted early on. Hockey to me is a game of passion, and much like what Selanne has been saying is that if you don’t have the fire It is pointless to carry on playing. A bout I went through for about five years, when a knee injury got the better of me.

It took me a move to a different country and a very drunken night when I got back into the game and laced up for the first time in four years. Ever since then my passion for the coolest game on earth has been unstoppable and I have, in essence, given the game every waking moment of my free time. When I am not at work, I am thinking about hockey. When I’m talking with my fiancé or spending time with her, hockey is at the fore front of my mind. I guess you could say that it’s over doing it for an amateur, but I need to be switched on at all times. I’ve spent most of my free time training for hockey and the up and coming season and I am now possibly fitter than I ever was, faster than I ever was, mentally tougher than I ever was.

But why would an amateur do all of this? Why go through the rigours of training at the gym five times a week for an hour at a time, when you know that hockey wont be the breadwinner for you or that you are not going to be immortalised on the Holy Grail? There’s no one-line answer, but here’s what I’ve scribbled down. And I do apologise. It is long:

I remember as a kid whenever I was playing with a bunch of friends at the local rink or skating around on the rink my dad froze in our back yard, I’d always be playing the dying minutes of game 7 of the Stanley Cup final. I would always dream that I was the member of what ever team I happened to think was cool at the time, mainly Edmonton or LA Kings. But now when I am looking back at things I realise that I could never have become a pro.

Where many of my friends created promising careers in hockey I was always focussed on something else; next day of school, if ‘the’ girl had called during the time I was out. Hockey is 100% concentration. If you are not awake and ready explode you lose. That is the attraction of the game. I’ve played a bunch of games at varying levels and I suppose I have done OK in them. Somehow, in the past, I was always dreaming of something else, and I did not understand the possibilities hockey represented. As a kid I didn’t understand that the team was more important than different choices.

When I got home from training, no one had called and the maths book was open on the desk, still waiting for everything to be finished. Though my mother and father have always been supportive of my sport, they encouraged me to seek other, more secure ways of providing my self a living. The thing I loved about this upbringing was it made me appreciate hard work. Hard work that was focussed out of the dressing room and the rink. I was set a series of goals, smart goals, which were sure to separate me from the guys who did go to become professional hockey players. My goals at the age of fifteen were not smart. I was not a realist; I was a dreamer, maybe even a romantic.

What I love about the game is the spirit within a team. To all extents all the teams whose jersey I’ve worn has had a great spirit. I love the talk in the dressing room and the pep talk before the game. The sheer joy of scoring a goal from a huge slap shot. The tingling feeling in your stomach when you put your helmet on, knowing the face off was only minutes away. The selection of lines, when you realised you were put on the same line with some of the best players on the team. The stops on long away trips, so you could walk around and take a leak, or just cause general mischief with your teammates.

The feeling I love the most is that huge slap shot going past the goalie, there is no better feeling on the planet than scoring a big goal, seeing the fans and your team mates cheering. The feeling of fulfilling your role, the feeling of having played damn well.

So what does it all mean to me then after dedicating years to the game? Hard battles, big hits, growing up, monumental wins, bitter losses and injuries. Learning to fulfil your duty. Being proud of wearing your jersey, the knowledge of still being able to play the game that I fell in love with on those dark, cold Finnish winter nights.