The fans, who had booed liberally as the score mounted, greeted Luongo like a long-lost son, roaring their approval from the moment he doffed his baseball cap and plopped the mask on the top of his head until he sprinted to the net, reaching a top-end speed rarely glimpsed before.
How soon we forget, just a short while ago it was the other way around. This is a tough city to play hockey.