18 years (so far). Hundreds of former teammates. All different personalities. Some are funny, some are serious. Some are quirky, others are as straight as an arrow. Some have left a permanent impression on me. I will feature a few ex-teammates in a short package of stories of past experiences that I hope will help others to see the different personalities and characters that I, and most certainly others, have come across through the game of hockey. Throughout the game of hockey, there are some people that once having met them, you will not forget them. There will be a few from North America and a few from playing overseas. This is the third instalment. Enjoy.
Alexander “Sasha” Vyukhin
“Russia. Really?” White Russia, to be exact. Belarus’s (literally translated to white Russia) capital city of Minsk would be the next stop in my hockey travels. I had played a few seasons in Germany’s DEL and had a chance to make some big rubles. So I told my agent “Let’s do it. I can always go back to Germany if I hate it.”
I didn’t love it. Our coach, with whom I had chatted about my future role on the team, was fired before training camp began. It was the first year of the new Kontinental Hockey League, and Minsk was buying and selling players (and coaches, apparently) in a desperate attempt to win some games. That would prove to be difficult, as the talent level in the KHL was extremely high, and competing with big money clubs on a lower budget is very tough. But, every season brings optimism and high aspirations, so off we went…
At a pre-season tournament in Cherepovets, our Dynamo Minsk team would meet up with the host team, Severstal. We had played well and had scored a few unconventional goals. It seemed that the little stand-up style goalie could make some highlight reel saves but would then let in a goal right along the ice due to his style. I’m not sure of the score, whether we had won or lost, but the fans were treated to a shoot-out either way. 5 skaters per team would shoot, and give the host fans a little bit of bonus hockey to watch. I was one of the 5 shooters that would shoot against Cherepovets. So, I gathered my thoughts, took a few hard strides and went in on my attempt. A second into that attempt, as I was hitting the blue line, out charged the little goalie! In a crazy attempt to surprise me, he had come charging out of the crease to catch me with a wild poke-check. I calmly deked to the backhand and slid the puck into the open net as he went sliding past the top of the circles. Skating back to the bench I recall looking at him and thinking “Who in the hell is this guy?”
He was Alexander “Sasha” Vyukhin. A legend in the Russian Super League, naturally he would be a starting goalie for a KHL team when the new league was formed. I would not see him much the rest of that year, as after just 13 games in Minsk I collected a buyout and was playing in Switzerland by November. I would go back to Germany the next season to rejoin my former team, the Frankfurt Lions for the 2009/2010.
Rarely do things go perfectly in hockey but that year seemed to go well for me. I led the DEL in scoring that season, and then parlayed that into a multi-year deal so that my girlfriend (now wife) Robyn and I could finally unpack. As July came and we began to get ready to fly to Frankfurt, I received a phone call that Frankfurt had gone bankrupt. There had been rumours to that effect but none of us thought that it was a serious concern. Now I had no current team and certainly no multi-year deal in the European hub that we had grown to love. So…where to next then???
Hello Siberia! Specifically, Novokuznetsk, again in Russia’s KHL. I had played alongside defenceman Nick Angell in Frankfurt and he had signed with Novokuznetsk a few weeks prior. When Frankfurt folded, he had put in a good word for me with his team. So off I went, chasing those Russian rubles again.
Upon arrival (Calgary-Frankfurt, Frankfurt-Moscow, Moscow-Novokuznetsk), I really didn’t know which day it was anymore. Between the hours in the air and a long layover in Moscow’s Domodedovo Airport (sweating bullets with the locals while pushing 4 bags) I was physically spent. Most of the players on the hockey team were housed in the same cement apartment building, where we would file down to hop on the team bus to head for practice. Customary morning handshakes and “Dobre utrem” (good morning) were in order for each teammate and coach before loading the bus. A few teammates didn’t live in the same building though, and we would meet them at the arena.
I didn’t recognize his name or even the face of the little goalie that had played in Cherepovets as I shook his hand, but as soon as we hit the ice for our first skate, I was happy to see Alexander Vyukhin, my new teammate. His playing style and demeanour had no rivals. I would catch myself just watching his weird style in practice, and how it somehow actually worked. In a new era of big, butterfly-style goalies, he was the opposite. If you thought you had him with a shot that would go under the crossbar on a normal goalie, there he was, laughing as he had guessed right and caught your attempt while he remained standing. In games he would save dump-ins with his angled skate blade, not with his goalie stick, deflecting them into the corner of the rink, to the roar of the crowd. All with a smirk on his face.
We were in Omsk to play a pre-season tournament, where Sasha had played for 10 seasons. Avangard Omsk had a much better team than we did, with Jaromir Jagr and Roman Cervenka as two huge examples of why. Omsk had a nice new building with a large “Jumbotron” high above the ice. Sasha would make a save and then play to the crowd, watching himself on the Jumbotron’s replay, raising his stick or spinning around to get them going. Always the showman.
Between periods throughout the season, he was the player with the towel around his neck and the beet-red face. He would put his skate guards on or waddle on his pads to a secluded spot, most of the time to the shower or a stall in the bathroom, for a cigarette. Sure, not really a huge deal in the days of Guy Lafleur, but in 2010/2011, smoking in or around the dressing room was not a regular occurrence.
Our team, Metallurg Novokuznetsk, was named after the huge metal refinery plant in the city. The refinery would leave our white window sills black from the polluted air and leave a slight sulphur-like smell in the air. However, Sasha would be jogging outside and look over at the imports (Nick Angell, Mark Bomersback, Vaclav Nedorost and myself) and in heavily broken English say “Mmmmm…Breathe that in…Tastes like money!“, as he chuckled away….
Once again, I would take the money and make a move back to Europe. Our last-placed team would begin to sell off some players and thus , after just 24 games I packed my bags and went west. Off to Sweden I went, for my second stint there, where I would finish up the season with Linköping in the Swedish Elite League. Vyukhin would also move, to Yaroslavl, to finish up the season with Lokomotiv, and then sign on for one more year with them.
It was back to Germany yet again for me, this time to Düsseldorf in the DEL, for the next season. Far removed from Russia and happy to be out of Siberia, albeit having met some great people and teammates, I was on the ice for practice when some chilling news came in that I would never forget.
On September 7, 2011, Lokomotiv Yaroslavl was travelling to Minsk for its first game of the season when their aircraft would crash shortly after takeoff. 44 of the 45 passengers, including Alexander “Sasha” Vyukhin and all of his teammates, coaches and the team staff would ultimately perish in the disaster.
There are no words to describe the loss that Sasha’s wife and 3 children have had to deal with. 37 other hockey families also lost a son, husband, father or sibling that tragic day, with 7 of the 8 crew members also passing away. It was truly one of the biggest disasters in the history of sports.
Alexander Vyukhin was a unique person that loved life. Hockey was a game to him, as it should be to all that play the sport. He was unorthodox, quirky and most of all, unique. He was a special talent, able to play an acrobatic style in the modern age of hockey, with a smile on his face. He would never get the chance to play that one final season (his 19th pro season in Russia) before moving back to Omsk with his young family. At 38, Sasha and his teammates would not get the chance to continue (or begin) their careers in Minsk that day in 2011.
From the few short months in playing with Alexander Vyukhin, I have learned to take advantage of the chance to play hockey, to enjoy the good (and bad) days at the rink and to not take for granted the opportunity to play the game that I love. Also, I have learned to be thankful to the loved ones that have sacrificed to allow me to play hockey. Because of them, I have had the pleasure to meet players like Alexander “Sasha” Vyukhin. Lastly, for the members of Lokomotiv that lost their lives that day, I have and will continue to treat hockey, and life, as a gift.
~Thanks for reading. I will post another article on an ex-teammate in the future. All the best in and outside of hockey.