He's a legend now. An urban myth.
Like imagine you're a kid out with your pals playing shinny outdoors somewhere, on a really snowy night. Suddenly, a gust of wind causes everyone to shield their faces. When it subsides, Kipper is standing there carrying his gear, as if by magic. He says, being a man of few words:
"Hi. Can I play goal?"
After an hour or so, when your parents come to pick you up, you excitedly drag them out of the car to go meet Miikka, but then you find that he's gone. As if disappeared into thin air.
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