Nervous and lonely |  The Journal of Quebec

Nervous and lonely | The Journal of Quebec

It didn’t seem like it, but Guy Lafleur was very nervous, and had been since a young age. Réjean Tremblay was not wrong this week. The cigarette brought a certain relaxation to Guy.

He threw me to the ground ten years ago when he quit smoking altogether, admitting that it wasn’t that hard. However, it only lasted a few months.

Returning from Florida, he had told his wife to take the plane, that he would put the car back together alone. As soon as he had dropped off Lise at the airport, he went to buy some cigarettes and hit the road alone.


As much Guy liked meeting the world, the partisans, the general public, as much he adored solitude. Alone in a helicopter, alone fishing, alone hunting or alone to see Pierrette, her mother, and her sisters in Thurso.

When he was little, very early in the morning before going to school, he would leave alone, he would move a board to the side of the arena, he would put on his skates and he would practice all solo with a single puck. .

We often talk about the great talent of Guy Lafleur, but few know that he began to toughen up very young, and still there, in solitude. He multiplied the exercises for the legs, the arms, the back.

Yes, he had a great physique, but it was he who developed it discreetly. As if he knew from an early age that he would become a hockey player. In the middle of winter, his father, Réjean, made him a beautiful skating rink right next to the house. Guy spent his evenings and weekends on skates.


You have never heard Guy Lafleur boast. When he was very young, whether he scored 3, 5 or 10 goals, you had to ask him to find out. Of himself, he did not say so. Often he changed the subject. Guy was raised with four daughters, his four sisters, and Suzanne, the oldest, didn’t even like hockey.

He never spoke to her about it, even alone with her in the woods, because she was above all his hunting companion.

Guy adored his sisters. He saw all four of them, as well as his mother, less than two days before leaving. In their childhood, he never failed to play tricks on them. Hiding under the bed, at the table or in the living room, there was always a surprise, an ambush, a little ambush, and Madame Lafleur found it funny. And Guy will have been swept away by lung cancer, like his father, with whom he had long sacred moments on Saturday evenings at eight o’clock, watching TV. In total silence, Guy and Réjean were watching hockey. Do not disturb.

Another hallowed moment must have been on the night of Thursday to Friday, when Guy died holding the hand of his son Mark.



  • Guy loved taking his mother, Pierrette, fishing, especially at the Pourvoirie du Lac Blanc in Saint-Alexis. Gaston told me that you will always be expected, Pierrette.
  • At the entrance to the Canimex company, in Drummondville, there is a big Harley-Davidson, Guy’s old motorcycle. A gem for the big boss, Roger Dubois.
  • In the lineup of the Anciens Canadiens, Guy’s center player was still Normand Dupont. Thieves at the fair.
  • Always dressed like a fashion card, Guy ordered his shoes on the internet.
  • At the airport, Guy was always three or four hours before the scheduled takeoff, well before security measures required him.
  • Guy Lafleur had a fine pen. He composed well and rarely made mistakes. He wrote beautiful poems for his wife.
  • Commenting on the death of Guy, Denis Potvin would have said: “You will have a nasty power play in heaven. »
  • According to Guy, playing with a protective helmet brought him bad luck.
  • Guy played with Sherwood clubs because they were made in Quebec and to please his friend Georges Guilbault, president of the company. But, in secret, he said that the sticks that gave him the best feeling were the Koho.
  • In his first exhibition game with the Rangers, Guy did not wear number 10, but 44. Pierre Larouche then quickly gave the 10 to his friend Flower.

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