He heard the sound of the wood smacking against the ice, before he saw the open passing lane. It was a clear indicator his left wing wanted the puck, and Chanyeol would gladly pass it to him. Working the black rubber against his stick, the centreman easily elevated it into a clean saucer pass, the puck connecting with his left winger’s stick. They were on the rush, a 2-on-1. The defense had no chance, as that one pass easily escalated into a tic-tac-toe. To the winger, to the centre, to the winger again. He shoots, he scores.