Personally, I love ice hockey! It’s part of my daily life – when I drive my little son to kids’ training at the weekend, watch him and cheer for him far too loudly from the stands. When he waits up for me at night and we delay bedtime with a “hot round” of penalties in the living room with a felt puck and plastic sticks. When out of the blue I call my nephew Yasin, a terrific national player, to get the hot news on final team composition and it goes to voicemail because he’s already in the locker room. When I’m in my box at my favourite club, the Tölzer Lions, when I shout wildly and helplessly at the goals conceded by my matadors, and leap up like a jumping jack at their goals and victories… When I’m live streaming on my laptop, and my wife looks at me scathingly because I get so overexcited that I hit the keys in an uncoordinated way and insult the opposing team’s players who I don’t even know… Then I feel like millions, like billions on this planet.