Like most Quebecers, the news of the death of Guy Lafleur made me sad on Friday for all sorts of reasons.
On a more personal note, it was the 70and my mother’s birthday, the same day. They were therefore exactly the same age, which makes me say that it is far too early to leave.
Had it not been for the cursed cancer, the Blond Demon could have known several more good years. Quebec knew he was sick, but did not believe he would lose him so quickly.
Part of the decor
Then there is the fact that Guy Lafleur has always been part of the decor for me, as for many people of my generation. He played for CH when I was born. I grew up watching his matches and exploits with my dad, and listening to analysts comment on them in the media.
As a teenager, I devoured a biography written about him, where I discovered a very human and endearing man. He also had the reputation of loving people, and being very generous to his fans. He could have had a big head, but it was not in his nature.
disappointed dream
Then, few men are living legends like Guy Lafleur. The testimonies of personalities who claimed that the famous Habs forward had changed their lives abound since Friday.
This is the case for Michel Bergeron, who was his coach with the Nordiques, at the end of his career. He speaks of him as a profoundly good and sincere man, and that is precisely the image that emanated from him.
And precisely, as a supporter of the late Nordiques, I am sorry, like many people from Quebec and elsewhere, to see that the capital has still not had the chance to have an NHL team back.
So, the news of this legend’s departure also came as a sad reminder that that old dream seems increasingly impossible.
