The Boys of Winter: The Untold Story of a Coach, a Dream, and the 1980 U.S. Olympic Hockey Team

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Press:Random House Inc Crown Publishers; Reprint edition (October 25, 2005)
ISBN:9781400047666
Author Name:Coffey, Wayne/ Craig, Jim (FRW)
Pages:273
Language:English

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The Story of the Greatest Sports Moment of the Twentieth CenturyOnce upon a time, they taught us to believe. 
They were the 1980 U.S.
Olympic hockey team, a blue-collar bunch led by an unconventional coach, and they engineered what Sports Illustrated called the greatest sports moment of the twentieth century.
Their “Miracle on Ice” has become a national fairy tale, but the real Cinderella story is even more remarkable.
Wayne Coffey casts a fresh eye on this seminal sports event, giving readers an ice-level view of the amateurs who took on a Russian hockey juggernaut at the height of the Cold War.
He details the unusual chemistry of the Americans—formulated by their fiercely determined coach, Herb Brooks—and seamlessly weaves portraits of the boys with the fluid action of the game itself.
Coffey also traces the paths of the players and coaches since their stunning victory, examining how the Olympic events affected their lives.Told with warmth and an uncanny eye for detail, The Boys of Winter is an intimate, perceptive portrayal of one Friday night in Lake Placid and the enduring power of the extraordinary.Also available as an eBook

From School Library Journal

Adult/High School–A masterfully told narrative of the team's gold medal victory at Lake Placid, NY. 
The author's skilled depiction of personalities, breathtaking rendering of action on the ice, talent for capturing colorful regional hotbeds of hockey, and seamless segues between past and present are handled without loss of forward momentum in the story line.
The saga of how coach Herb Brooks motivated a roster of 20 amateur, mostly college-age young men to orchestrate victory over an established Soviet team of seasoned, professionally trained skaters offers suspense, heroism, and a dizzying sense of the "full competitive combustion" that is a hallmark of this sport.
A portrait of Brooks emerges as an irascible, obstinate, aloof, but savvy coaching genius who elicited singular creativity, grit, and a passionate teamwork ethic from his players.
The 1980 setting for the XIII Winter Olympics, well before the age of blockbuster budgets and corporate sponsorship, is described in retrospect as having an "endearing, small-scale quality," where the potential for miraculous athletic performance resided in "a team full of dreamers" rather than a Dream Team.
Vignettes of the Americans' hometown roots, as well as selective quotes and insights from members of the Soviet team's skating dynasty, nicely round out the coverage.
Bottom line: the sports action is superb, the players' character enhancement and values are deftly related to coaching lessons learned, and the decade perspective is sketched with a fine hand.–Lynn Nutwell, Fairfax City Regional Library, VA Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc.
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From Booklist

The story of the victory by the U.S. 
men's hockey team over the vaunted Soviets in the 1980 Winter Olympics is still as luminous and improbable as it was nearly 25 years ago: a group of plucky but not overwhelmingly gifted young amateurs, whose style of play is overhauled by their mercurial but visionary coach Herb Brooks, taking on the virtually unbeatable Soviet pros on their way to a gold medal.
In his unintended but effective companion to Disney's 2004 movie Miracle, sportswriter Coffey details, period by period, the events of that historic game.
In doing so, he also tells the individual stories, past and present, of the team and offers a sympathetic view of the Soviet side as well.
All 20 U.S.
players could be forgiven if, over the past 25 years, they found it impossible to top their Olympic victory.
But as player Eric Strobel, embracing the essence of that remarkable team, told Coffey recently, "It was a great moment, but where is it going to get you? You just get on with your life." Alan MooresCopyright © American Library Association.
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Review

“A wonderfully detailed enrichment of the greatest sports moment of the twentieth century. 
Wayne Coffey’s fresh perspective artfully takes a twenty-five-year-old story and advances it to the present with an enhanced appreciation of that stunning, breathtaking, still too-amazing-to-believe accomplishment.” —Al Michaels“The 1980 U.S.
hockey team has been mythologized in print and on screen for almost twenty-five years.
Wayne Coffey’s The Boys of Winter goes much deeper than that and, for the first time, gives us a clear picture of who these remarkable boys—and men—were .
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.
and are.
It is a very fine book.” —John Feinstein “I celebrated my fifteenth birthday on the very day that the ‘Boys of Winter’ beat the Russians in Lake Placid.
Wayne Coffey brilliantly weaves the behind-the-scenes story that amplifies how improbable this ‘miracle’ really was.” —Pat LaFontaine, NHL Hall of Famer “The great stories can always be retold, but when they are retold with the emotion, the muscular prose, the freshness that Coffey brings to the Miracle on Ice, they seem new.” —Robert Lipsyte, New York Times, and author of The Contender “No matter how many times I hear the story of the U.S.
Olympic hockey team’s heroics in Lake Placid in 1980, I want to hear it again.
It is allegory, fable, wonderful drama.
Now Wayne Coffey comes to the campfire to tell the tale again, raising the requisite lumps in the requisite throats, adding new details to the familiar pictures.
Very nice work.
Very nice, indeed.” —Leigh Montville, author of Ted Williams“First came the Hollywood version of the Miracle on Ice.
Now comes the real story, rich in context and texture, as only a journalist and author like Wayne Coffey can report it and tell it.” —Harvey Araton, New York Times “Meticulously researched, entertaining, and enlightening as an example of sportswriting and social history, Wayne Coffey has re-created the event that would eventually put the Cold War on ice.
The Boys of Winter is the definitive book on a defining moment in American culture.” —Jay Atkinson, author of Ice Time “Wayne Coffey re-creates the excitement of the unlikely run the U.S.
men’s hockey team made through the 1980 Olympics .
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an adventure that seems even more unlikely now than it felt twenty-five years ago.” —Bill Littlefield, host of NPR’s Only a Game and author of Fall Classics From the Hardcover edition.

From the Inside Flap

Once upon a time, they taught us to believe. 
They were the 1980 U.S.
Olympic hockey team, a blue-collar bunch led by an unconventional coach, and they engineered perhaps the greatest sports moment of the twentieth century.
Their "Miracle on Ice" has become a national fairy tale, but the real Cinderella story is even more remarkable.
It is a legacy of hope, hard work, and homegrown triumph.
It is a chronicle of everyday heroes who just wanted to play hockey happily ever after.
It is still unbelievable.
"The Boys of Winter is an evocative account of the improbable American adventure in Lake Placid, New York.
Drawing on hundreds of hours of interviews, Wayne Coffey explores the untold stories of the U.S.
upstarts, their Soviet opponents, and the forces that brought them together.
Plagued by the Iran hostage crisis, persistent economic woes, and the ongoing Cold War, the United States battled a pervasive sense of gloom in 1980.
And then came the Olympics.
Traditionally a playground for the Russian hockey juggernaut and its ever-growing collection of gold medals, an Olympic ice rink seemed an unlikely setting for a Cold War upset.
The Russians were experienced professional champions, state-reared and state-supported.
The Americans were mostly college kids who had their majors and their stipends and their dreams, a squad that coach Herb Brooks had molded into a team in six months.
It was men vs.
boys, champions vs.
amateurs, communism vs.
capitalism.
Coffey casts a fresh eye on this seminal sports event in "The Boys of Winter, crafting an intimate look at the team and giving readers an ice-level view of the boys who captivated a country.
He details the unusual chemistry of theAmericans--formulated by a fiercely determined Brooks--and he seamlessly weaves portraits of the players with the fluid, fast-paced action of the 1980 game itself.
Coffey also traces the paths of the players and coaches since that time, examining how the events in Lake Placid affected and directed their lives and investigating what happens after one conquers the world.
But Coffey not only reveals the anatomy of an underdog, he probes the shocked disbelief of the unlikely losers and how it felt to be taken down by such an overlooked opponent.
After all, the greatest American sports moment of the century was a Russian calamity, perhaps even more unimaginable in Moscow than in Minnesota or Massachusetts.
Coffey deftly balances the joyous American saga with the perspective of the astonished silver medalists.
Told with warmth and an uncanny eye for detail, "The Boys of Winter is an intimate, perceptive portrayal of one Friday night in Lake Placid and the enduring power of the extraordinary.
"From the Hardcover edition.

About the Author

Wayne Coffey is an award-winning sportswriter for the New York Daily News and the author of Winning Sounds Like This, among other books. 
He lives in the Hudson Valley region of New York.

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Chapter OneWEEDING THE GARDENVladimir Petrov was skating in loose figure eights near center ice, his pace slow, his stick still and horizontal, a predator in wait. 
He edged in for the opening face-off.
His two famous wings, Boris Mikhailov and Valery Kharlamov, were on his flanks.
Petrov, No.
16, was perhaps the strongest player on the Soviet national team, with blacksmith arms and a bulging neck, a 200-pound slab of muscle who was possessed of the rarest of Russian weapons: a nasty slap shot.
Historically, not many Russian players had one because for years not very many practiced slap shots, sticks being both in short supply and of inferior quality.
If you wound up and cranked a slap shot, you stood a good chance of getting a splinter and having no stick to play with.
“So we never slap puck,” defenseman Sergei Starikov said.
“We make good wrist shot instead.” Petrov was 32, a two-time Olympic gold medalist and nine-time world champion.
He didn’t know much of anything about Mark Johnson, the U.S.
center whom he was about to face off against, except that he wore No.
10 and he looked small and ridiculously young.It was 5:06 p.m.
in Lake Placid, and 1:06 a.m.
in Moscow.
Bill Cleary, star of the 1960 gold-medal team that had been the last U.S.
team to beat the Soviets, had just finished a brief talk in the locker room.
“There’s no doubt in my mind–nor in the minds of all the guys on the ’60 team–that you are going to win this game.
You are a better team than we were,” Cleary said.
Herb Brooks followed him, standing at one end of Locker Room 5 in the new Olympic Field House, wearing a camel-hair sports coat and plaid pants that would’ve looked at home on the dance floor of Saturday Night Fever.
The room was a cramped, unadorned rectangle with a rubber-mat floor and a steeply pitched ceiling, situated directly beneath the stands.
You could hear stomping and chanting and feel the anticipatory buzz that was all over the Adirondacks.
There was a small chalkboard to Brooks’s right and a tiny shower area behind him, the players on the wood benches rimming the room all around him.
On the ride to the arena, Brooks sat with assistant Craig Patrick and they talked about what Brooks was going to say to the team.
Brooks loved intrigue, the element of surprise.
His whole style of play was constructed on it, moving players around, changing breakout patterns, keeping people guessing about everything.
Just when his players were sure he was completely inhumane, he’d throw a tennis ball on the ice for a diversion, or have guys play opposite-handed or in different positions, lifting morale and breaking the routine.
“You’re going to like it,” Brooks said to Patrick of his talk.
The locker room was intense and quiet.
Defenseman Bill Baker caught the eye of backup goaltender Steve Janaszak, his former teammate at the University of Minnesota.
“What do we do now?” Baker mouthed.“Pray,” Janaszak mouthed back.Herb Brooks stood before his twenty players.
The quiet got deeper.
The coach pulled out a yellow scrap of paper and said, “You were born to be a player.
You were meant to be here.
This moment is yours.”Neal Broten, 20-year-old center, second youngest player on the youngest Olympic hockey team the United States had ever fielded, looked down at his skates.
“I didn’t know what he was talking about,” Broten said.
Broten was nervous, very nervous.
He knew he could handle the skating, playing the game.
The Russians’ strength he wasn’t so sure about.
Don’t make any glaring mistakes, he told himself.Led by goaltender Jim Craig, the players charged out of the locker room, turned right and then right again.
At the threshold of the ice, Craig paused and looked up for a second.
The building was shaking from the cheers.
He took it in and it felt great.
Ten days earlier, the players hadn’t been much less anonymous than the Lake Placid goal judges.
Now that they’d gone undefeated in five games and come from behind in four of them, they were Olympic darlings.
Somebody rang a cowbell, a tinny touch of the Alps in the Adirondacks.
“C’mon, Magic!” winger John “Bah” Harrington shouted to Mark Johnson from the end of the American bench.
Magic was Johnson’s nickname.
If you ever saw him play you know why.The last time the U.S.
players had seen Petrov and his teammates was thirteen days earlier, in Madison Square Garden, where the Americans didn’t lose so much as get annihilated.
That day began with the crowd jeering the Soviet national anthem and cheering every solid American check, and it ended with the fans in numbed silence, even before Soviet winger Alexander Maltsev put a red-coated exclamation point on things.
Maltsev was 30 years old and would become the Soviet Union’s all-time leading goal scorer in international competition.
Speeding across the U.S.
blue line in the third period, defenseman Dave Christian in front of him, Maltsev cruised left by the top of the circle and then began to spin, 360 degrees in a blur, the puck on his stick as if it were glued.
When he was done spinning he started snapping, a backhand, inside the far post.
In the U.S.
goal, Steve Janaszak looked at Christian in disbelief and then laughed inside his mask.“They were gods,” Janaszak said.
On the U.S.
bench, trainer Gary Smith walked over to Brooks.
“We don’t have a chance against these guys,” Smith said.“No shit,” the coach replied.Brooks had spent months trying to debunk the aura surrounding the Soviets.
He would talk about how Mikhailov, the fabled captain, looked like Stan Laurel, with his long face and jutting chin.
He would tell his players that the team was getting old, that the Russians’ time was past.
It was a hard sell on a wintry Saturday in New York City, the U.S.
players taking the ice with a bit of trepidation and a lot of awe.
“It was hard to even warm up,” Harrington said.
“We looked down at the other end of the ice and there they were: Kharlamov, Petrov, Mikhailov.
And I’m thinking, ‘Holy smokes, there are the guys I saw beating the NHL All-Stars on TV.’ We weren’t just playing when the game started.
We were watching them play, and by the time we felt like we belonged on the ice with them, it was 8—0.”The final score was 10—3 and merely confirmed what the hockey world already knew: there were the Russians, and then there was everybody else.
Virtually everyone expected a similar result in the Olympics.
As Harrington knew, the Russians had drubbed the best of the NHL, 6—0, on the same Garden ice the year before, and with their backup goaltender, a guy named Myshkin, no less.
“What can change in two weeks?” asked Sergei Makarov, the young Russian star who would go on to a long NHL career.
“You can’t get whole new team.” Even Mark Johnson said, “If you asked anyone on our team and they told you we could beat the Russians, they would’ve been lying.”Publicly, Brooks did nothing to discourage such thinking, saying the United States should forget the Russians and worry about sneaking away with a silver or bronze medal.
Privately, he was not so convinced.
In the Olympic format you didn’t have to beat a team best-of-seven, or even best-of-five.
You had to beat a team only once.
The Americans were in superb shape and had a sturdy emotional makeup, honed from months of fending off their coach’s verbal floggings.
They could skate completely unburdened by expectation, just as their coach had scripted it.
Before the game in Madison Square Garden, Brooks told the players to go out and have fun.
He had never said anything close to that in the previous sixty pre-Olympic games.
Have fun? Brooks had followed Warren Strelow’s suggestion to let goaltenders Jim Craig and Steve Janaszak share time in the Garden goal, limiting the Soviet preview of Craig and sparing the No.
1 goalie any unnecessary angst.
For the first half of that game, especially, the Americans weren’t skating, attacking.
Part of it was awe, but part of it was Brooks playing at least a little bit of possum.
Even Viktor Tikhonov, the Soviet Olympic coach, said that the U.S.
team seemed to be holding something back.
Brooks himself later described the Garden game as “a ploy.” What could possibly be gained by playing the Russians tough, waking them up? Brooks was beginning to believe that if everything fell together, the United States could take the Russians into the the third period in a tight game.
That’s all you could ask for.
You get into that position, and you take your chances.Six weeks after the death of Herb Brooks, Viktor Tikhonov stood in a barren room inside the arena that is home to the Central Sports Club of the Soviet Army (CSKA).
He was 73 years old and surrounded by drab white walls.
He had a gray tweed jacket and flat face and slicked-back hair, and the vaguely beleaguered aura of a man who is the most decorated international coach in hockey history but may be most remembered for a game his team did not win.“No matter what we tried we could not get that 10—3 game out of the players’ minds,” Tikhonov said.
“The players told me it would be no problem.
It turned out to be a very big problem.”Across the ice from the American amateurs was not simply a staggering assemblage of hockey talent but the end product of one of the most astonishing sporting dynasties ever developed.
The Soviets did not look like much, at first glance, in their well-worn red sweaters and matching red helmets, their chunky skates that looked like Sputnik-era hand-me-downs.
They would march into the arena in their long fur coats and fur hats, with strong Slavic faces and impassive expressions, the thick-bodied KGB guy never far away.
Then it was into the locker room, into their gear, like a bunch of Clark Kents going into the phone booth, and soon they would be on the ice doing their supernatural tricks, passing from stick to stick to stick, a clacking, high-speed symphony performed by athletes with light feet and hard bodies.“You’d get in the corner with one of those guys and they’d stick their ass out toward you, it was like pushing against cement,” Neal Broten said.The Soviets staged a chuda (miracle) of their own once, twenty-six years before Lake Placid.
It came in 1954 in Stockholm in their first appearance in the world championships.
It was led by Vsevelod Bobrov, the Bolshevik Bo Jackson, star not only of the Soviet hockey team but also of the national soccer team, a man known for both his prolific scoring and his disregard for rigorous training.The Soviets were still new kids on the world-sport block at the time, as deep a mystery to the Western world as Siberia in January.
They had excluded themselves ever since they came to power during the revolution of 1917, pronouncing their distaste for Western-style sports organizations and the Olympics, which Communist party leaders saw as the ultimate bourgeois institution, a certain road to imperialist ruin.
The attitude changed, swiftly and markedly, after World War II.
The Soviet Union had lost 28 million people in the war and was facing the most massive reconstruction project the world had ever seen.
Sports began to be seen as a welcome and pleasant diversion, as Robert Edelman notes in his history of spectator sports in the U.S.S.R., Serious Fun, but it was not enough to merely play.
Against a backdrop of heightening Cold War tensions and a recognition by party officials that sporting success could be a valuable propaganda tool, the goal, increasingly, was to win, for the motherland and to show the world that Karl Marx had it right.
Or as the publication Sovietskii sport argued floridly, “We have created our own Soviet style in sport, the superiority of which has been demonstrated by our football, basketball and water polo players, gymnasts, boxers and wrestlers in the biggest international competitions.
Our goal is to create in this new sport for us, Canadian hockey, our advanced Soviet style, in order that our hockey players, in a short time, will become the strongest in the world.”Nikolai Romanov, the postwar chairman of the government’s Committee on Physical Culture and Sports, was among the first to feel the heat of the winning imperative.
When the Soviet speed skaters were upset in the European championships in 1948, Romanov was removed from his job.
He somehow got it back in 1952 but had learned his lesson well.
Scheduled to compete in the 1953 world championships in Switzerland, the Soviet hockey team pulled out after Bobrov fell ill.
“In order to gain permission to go into international competition, I had to send a note to Stalin guaranteeing victory,” Romanov would write years later in his memoirs.With Bobrov healthy if not a model of temperance, the Soviets surged into the 1954 semifinals against Canada, the most dominant hockey nation on earth.
For years the Canadian custom was to send its senior-league champion to the world championships, men who had regular jobs by day and played their hockey by night.
That year’s Canadian representative was the East York Lyndhursts.
It wasn’t regarded as one of Canada’s stronger entries, but what difference would that make? The Soviet Union did not have a single indoor hockey arena in the entire country.
Though they had played a game called bandy–essentially field hockey on ice–for decades, the Soviets had formally begun to compete in ice hockey only after World War II.Few people inside or outside the ancient brick walls of the Kremlin could fathom it when the Soviets scored a 7—2 triumph.
Two years later, the Soviets captured their first Olympic gold medal, in Cortina, Italy, shutting out Canada’s Kitchener Dutchmen.
In a sport Canadians all but considered their birthright to rule, they found a new heavyweight in town.
It was coached by Anatoly Tarasov and his co-coach Arkady Chernyshev, and it eschewed the rough play and dump-and-muck verticality that were the hallmarks of Canadian hockey, in favor of a system built on speed and crisscrossing movement.
The Canadians couldn’t have been more jarred if the Russians had spray-painted Marxist slogans in the Montreal Forum.
A major shift in the ice-borne world–strategic, philosophical, and political–was on.
Any lingering doubts about it were dispelled in the Summit Series of 1972, a historic eight-game competition between premier Canadian players from the NHL and the reigning world and Olympic champions from the U.S.S.R.
The Soviets were still more than fifteen years away from playing in the NHL, and this was the first time they had ever competed against the world’s top pro players.
Most observers predicted a Canadian rout.
“I wouldn’t mind playing the Russians with the players we won’t dress,” said coach Harry Sinden, whose roster included Ken Dryden, Phil Esposito, and Brad Park.
Sinden was somewhat less swaggering after the Russians took Game 1, 7—3, rolling over the Canadians like tanks on the tundra.
Ultimately, Canada would take the series, 4—3—1, but rarely has victory been so chilling.
“We would never feel the same about ourselves and our game again,” Dryden would say much later in a symposium on Canadian hockey.From the Hardcover edition.

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  •     Boys of Winter: by Wayne R. Coffey 5/5 Stars This great story is written about the 1980 Olympic winning hockey team.
  •     This is a great book that gives the reader an inside look into the 1980 USA Men's hockey team. So often I read the blurbs on sports books and see words like "epic" "David vs. Goliath" or "a true story of overcoming the odds" when in fact the stories are none of the above. Let's face it when one rag tag small town school beats an undefeated small town school it isn't a story for the ages, yet go to your local bookstore and you will see multiple books that oversell the drama behind the story. This isn't the case with Boys of Winter. While it is the only sports story I've read in which the real event actually does merit the hype, what I appreciated the most about this book was how Wayne Coffey didn't let melodrama take hold. He gives a very straightforward look into how Herb Brooks got the team to come together and become better than the sum of its parts. Do yourself a favor and check it out.
  •     I can rewatch the movies about this hockey game over and over, and never tire of them. You'd think that there wouldn't be any more to say than what has already been filmed and written about this game, played so long ago. This book adds to that. It is not only a recap of the game, with the expected play by play of some key moments -- but it is also the story of many of the key players, both before and after the game. And it was a further insight into the magical and incomparable Herb Brooks. This book describes the people behind the miracle, the history, the backgrounds, and what happened to them afterwards. Like the movies about the game, this is a book that I will keep always.
  •     Great story, well told. I love stories of Olympic underdogs who beat the odds.
  •     Promo service and item as promised - thank you!
  •     Great dialogue and a fantastic read!
  •     Great quality! The hand-written "thank you" note from the shipper was also a nice touch!
  •     Enjoyed reading about details of each teammates life growing up...and what they did with their lives post gold medal. Great read for the true hockey fanatic.
  •     I love hockey and remember hearing about this game. I have seen it in replays. So as a hockey lover and sports person I would highly recommend this book to anyone.
  •     One of the great books on leadership and how coaching makes an enormous difference. Miracle is all Hollywood-- The Boys of Winter is about the nuts and bolts of assembling a group of youngsters and building them into a real team where the sum of the parts far exceeded the individual parts. A great addition is learning about where each player went after 1980 and where they are today. The book might have focused more on the Russian team but this deficiency does not make this book any less interesting or entertaining.
  •     Great book. Unbelievable story, and even better to read during a winter snow storm. Highly recommended, even if you aren't a hockey fan.
  •     Not bad.
  •     I was so excited to find this book on my recommendations. I downloaded it instantly and started reading immediately. While I LOVE Hockey, and Love Love Love the 1980 team, this is not what I expected.The way the book is pieced together it is very choppy to read and a little confusing. The author takes you through the russian game piece by piece, but when he is focusing on Buzz, you will go back into his childhood and it is very rambling. Good information, not well placed. You will find out about the town and growing up, and the socio economic issues the town had, not in a smooth telling, they will talk about the town then talk about how many people were laid off in 2003 and then back to Buzz as a child. Very disjointed. Then the when done with Buzz it goes back the game and picks up another player.Brooks is in here in chunks, and then back to game or player. This is one of my favorite stories, and I did like some insight from the Russian players; however, it was too difficult to get to the pertinent material. It felt like there was a lot of filler information that was not necessary or was so poorly placed it lost its importance in the jumble.I gave it the rating I did just because I LOVE this team, I was 9 years old and watching the Olympics with my parents and God parents in Lake Tahoe. I did like the author pointed out that people remember exactly where they were and that is rare for something good, usually you remember that for major tragedies, like 9/11, The Challenger explosion etc.If you are wild about this story and willing to wade through this to get information it is ok. If you are hoping for an easy enjoyable read I would pass.
  •     Great book and that is from a guy that has never played hockey. This book fills in all the blanks that Miracle leaves out. It goes into depth about the members of the team, their upbringing and what made that team so magical. Highly recommend if you enjoy a good sports read.I hope to provide my own input on products in order to help others as well. The contents of my review are 100% my own opinions and experiences with the product. I only give ratings that I think the product deserves. I am completely, 100% truthful in my reviews and I reserve the right to modify my thoughts if I ever come upon a change in my experience of using the product. I hope you found this review helpful, if so, please click click the YES button or the HELPFUL button if your using the mobile app.. If you have any questions at all, please ask and I will try to answer to the best of my ability.
  •     This book is beautifully written. You can't pass this one up. It's heavy on the Minnesota side, but what do you expect? There were lots of Minnesotan's on the team. An absolutely iconic event- surely you couldn't make it more memorable than the games itself, right? Wrong! Wayne Coffey has captured my heart with this book. Coffey has conveyed the epitome of Minnesota with no better way imaginable. This book has become a beloved favorite of mine, top five, no doubt. With details of the game weaving in and out with stories of each American teammate, Coffey has managed to crack open the elusive mind of Brooks, and shown well-deserved lime light on each forward, defense man, and goaltender. As if the event itself couldn't make this small town Minnesotan choke up a little, Wayne Coffey goes far and beyond. From the tragic, heart breaking death of Ricky Holger, to feel good memories of Neal Broten and his father, funny moments like Herb Brooks "talking Hockey" to a door if he had to, to the more iconic moments like "Do you believe in miracles? Yes!" and Broten's induction into the Hall of Fame, this book doesn't disappoint. (Not even close!) Wayne Coffey gives us all another huge, well written, pride invoking reason to yell "It's a great day for Hockey!" and continue on experiencing the best sport in the world.
  •     If you liked the movie "Miracle" you will love this. A realistic telling of the personalities what go with the story. Reads well.
 

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