Misconduct | Unusual moments during a sporting event: your answers

I had worked in security for the Alouettes since 1998. When I learned that Zinédine Zidane was going to play at Percival-Molson Stadium in 2009, I would have found it comical to have a photo next to him, him in headbutt position. , me as Matteo Materazzi. I would like to point out that I am of part Italian origin and that the 2006 Soccer World Cup final was one of the happiest days of my life. At halftime, while Zidane takes off his shoes before returning to the locker room, a spectator jumps onto the field and runs towards the legend. The moment was photographed by another legend (thanks, Bernard Brault!), so today I have my photo with Zizou in headbutt position.

On January 23, 1989, I was 13 years old, I attended with my father the game which was nicknamed the “Toilet Bowl” between the Nordiques and the Hartford Whalers at the Colisée in Quebec. The match was refereed by none other than Kerry Fraser and the Nordiques lost 5-0 midway through the third period. Frustrated with their team’s poor performance, fans began throwing toilet paper rolls towards the rink, mainly aimed at Fraser. It was surreal to see these toilet paper garlands falling from the heights of the Coliseum onto the ice rink. In an attempt to put an end to this circus, Kerry Fraser sent both teams to the locker room. The general manager (I think it was Martin Madden) even took the microphone to ask the fans to calm down, with partial success. Since that day, and until its closure in 2015, the toilet paper rolls at the Colisée de Québec were replaced by individual sheets.

It was in 1992, during the Eric Lindros saga, who refused to play for the Quebec Nordiques. For those who attended Laval University at the time, we will surely remember the race for the feat at the science and engineering festival, where the objective was to achieve a brilliant feat that would make one’s department talk. This February evening, I am at the Coliseum with my father to attend a match of our dear Fleurdelisés. It’s the start of the training period, the spectators are quietly going to their seats, when suddenly Eric Lindros himself, dressed in the Nordiques uniform, jumps on the ice with his teammates to do a few laps of ice rink before returning to the locker room. It was, of course, a civil engineering student who, for a few moments, made us all believe that the saga had ended in favor of the Nordics. I think they won the race that year!

When I was very young, I was offered to provide security for the Canadian Grand Prix. At the time, Gilles Villeneuve, Nelson Piquet and Alan Jones were kings. On the day of the Grand Prix, I have to make sure that all the journalists near the track have the correct accreditations. So I arrive in front of a group of foreign journalists who are talking together and one of them does not have the correct accreditation. I politely ask him to leave, but he starts laughing and so do the others. So I insist, a little offended, still politely, and one of them approaches me and says in English with a smile: “I think you haven’t seen who we’re talking to.” So I approach his card and I read the name George Harrison… I ended up having a good laugh with them and George was super friendly despite everything.

Regional race, in Gracefield, a pretty town in my native Outaouais, in 1982. Planned as a half-marathon, the race begins with around a hundred runners, the peloton stretches. During the first kilometer, we are accompanied forward by two riders on their mounts. It makes sense, we’re in the middle of the Gracefield Western Festival. Except that after a kilometer, the riders realize that they took us down the wrong path from the start. Everyone stops, a little consultation by walkie-talkies, then we turn around to return to the start and get back on the right path. In the leading group, we had become the last, we went up and passed in front of everyone in a curious zigzag. Once the first kilometer has been passed, the horses are thanked and the usual police car takes over. It must be the only time that there was a race of around 23 km, the first 2 of which were with horses!