It keeps you going, knowing it's your last shot. I've been thinking about it the whole time.
It seemed like he knew I wanted to grab his arms because he wouldn't let me touch him. But once he wore out, he couldn't stop it.
I didn't know how, but I had to fight through it. I was a little tired. He was slipping my Russian tie a little better, so I adjusted a little bit. I felt him breaking (in the third period).
We know how it is for each other. We're all feeling the same thing. When one of us loses, the others feel bad, too.
I was winning with seven seconds left. I wanted to get my revenge on him.
