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What. A. Game. We were in a big hole against a very solid Finnish squad and a hot goalie. We bent. We didn't break. We dug deep. Guts. Heart. So unbelievably proud right now. Let's go Canada! #OurGame #Olympics2026 #RedWhiteAndGold

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