I'm first going to tell you a story about my friend "Ned" that doesn't involve hockey. Back in 1976, '77, George Gross, the late Toronto Sun sports editor, would organize tennis tournaments about 150 miles north of Toronto near Parry Sound, Bobby Orr's hometown.
George, who himself had defected from Czechoslovakia in 1949, would invite Ned up to be part of the group. Ned was a great tennis player, and he was such a gentleman that no matter how bad a player you were, he'd make the match interesting. He'd never embarrass you, he played just as hard as he had to in order to win.
And here's a story about my friend Ned the hockey player: I can remember setting him up for a goal with the WHA's Toronto Toros. I had the goalie out of position, but it would be easier for him to score, so I gave it to him. Ned scored and skated over and thanked me, which never happens.
With the Detroit Red Wings, I set up Gordie Howe for his 700th career goal (in 1968) and Gordie never thanked me (laughs). Maybe he scored so often that it never occurred to him, so he just tapped me on the back. But Ned said, 'Frank, thank you very much!' for having passed him the puck.
I think we met for the first time at our 1974 Toros training camp in Oshawa, Ontario. Early on that year, the first season with the Toros for us both, Ned centered a line with myself and Tony Featherstone, coach Billy Harris having put us together.
By then he was in Canada just a few months after having defected, but even with very little knowledge of English, Ned made out quite well. He seemed to understand everything. We never had a problem communicating, and after all, hockey kind of has its own language. It's pretty well instinct. I knew where he was going to be and how he played, and that was it.
We had a training camp in Örnsköldsvik, Sweden, the following September and Ned was incredibly popular there and in Finland, where we'd taken a side trip. I guess he'd had some great games there, playing internationally for Czechoslovakia.
We got along fine. So well, in fact, that quite often with the Toros, Ned and Richard Farda, his countryman who had come to Toronto with him in 1974, and I would go out together to Czech restaurants on the road. It was a bit of home for them. We scouted them together, asked the hotel manager and we'd find a place or two. There were a few in Toronto, too.