There are only seconds left. I take a seat on the bench and wait for it to be over, squeezing in between two guys nicknamed Henny and Ferg. From far away, we all look the same. Our green and blue jerseys that have an angry-looking shark stitched on the front. Our identical helmets and pants and padded gloves. Then there are our skates, two carbon fibre boots with steel blades screwed into their bottoms, three-quarters of an inch thick, and sharp.

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