Claude Ruel died on Monday at the age of 76. He was a promising young defenceman in the Montreal Canadiens’ system when an eye injury stopped his playing career in 1958. As a coach, he succeeded Toe Blake behind the Habs’ bench in 1968, winning a Stanley Cup in his first year and then, halfway through his third, resigning when the team foundered. He stayed with the team, working with Scotty Bowman during his years in charge. During the 1979-80 season, he replaced Bernie Geoffrion as coach, steering the Canadiens to first-place Norris-Division finishes in consecutive campaigns. Playoff success didn’t follow and in 1981 he gave way to Bob Berry.
For fuller appreciations of Ruel’s life and hockey times, I direct you to Dave Stubbs at the Montreal Gazette and to Tom Hawthorn’s obituary at Benched. Herewith, a short anthology of Rueliana made up of sentences culled verbatim from various contemporary newspapers from 1968 through the late 1980s and presented in no special order.
You don’t need a program to identify Claude Ruel, whether he’s on the ice or wearing civvies. At 5’5”, 220 pounds, give or take a few ounces, Claude Ruel is hard to miss.
Anyone taking over the Canadiens’ coaching reins from Toe Blake is stepping into big shoes since Toe guided the club to eight Stanley Cup crowns and nine league titles in 13 years. But Claude Ruel has a theory that when a man tries his best at anything he’s bound to succeed.
As trite and repetitive as it may sound, the two words that typify Ruel’s outlook on life in general and hockey in particular are work and dedication.
“I came from a big family and I had to go to work very young. Nothing came easy. I was filling potato sacks and setting pins in a bowling alley when I was 11 and 12.”
It is difficult to see the Canadiens functioning without Ruel.
Occasionally Ruel would punctuate his running commentary with: “C’est ca! C’est ca!”
An indefatigable worker, he spends time helping people such as Engblom, Langway, Mark Napier and Rick Chartraw improve their skills long after the team’s superstars have left the ice.
While there is no substantial proof, the word is that Ruel bleeds red, white, and blue.
Claude Ruel, chubby 32-year-old coach of the Montreal Canadiens, resigned Thursday.
Ruel, who coached Montreal to its last Cup title in 1969, constantly complained of the pressure connected with the job.
“Claude didn’t like the pressure,” says former Canadiens’ coach Scotty Bowman. “His first year, his layers really performed for him. The second year, they didn’t respond.” And what about this time? “The biggest thing is he won’t have Claude Ruel to help him like I did,” Bowman said.
Ruel is considered by hockey people to be one of the best talent evaluators in the world and he is also excellent at [sic] bring out the best in young players who are willing to work at their craft.
Since Ruel came out of Sherbrooke, Que., to play organized hockey at the age of 15, his command of English was limited and he had a unique way of fracturing the language that brought laughter — and even ridicule — from both French- and English-speaking players.
“I’ll tell you how good he was,” said Pollock, “though you probably shouldn’t write it because it just won’t sound right. But Claude Ruel was a lot like Bobby Orr. He couldn’t skate like Bobby but he had something Orr does that so few others don’t have and that’s great hockey sense and great anticipation.”
Ruel too played right defence and what was considered a very bright hockey future was cut down suddenly Nov. 17 in Belleville, Ont.
“I was getting set to take a shot from the point and the guy who was checking me hit my stick and it came right up and caught me in the eye.” He spent almost three months in hospital as doctors tried vainly to save his sight in the injured eye.
“That Lafleur, he has good hockey sense,” said Claude Ruel, chief scout for the Canadiens. “He’s big, he can shoot, can play offensively and defensively. He’s just a great hockey player.”
“There’s no use just blaming it on the defence and the goalkeeping,” adds Ruel. “It’s just a lack of work and the only way to get on a real winning streak is for everyone to put their minds to work.” What’s the solution? “Don’t ask me,” replied Ruel. “I’m not Superman.”
What had been good-natured ribbing of Ruel’s sayings in the championship run the year before — “Two eggs side by side,” “A daily double” (for a big hotel room), “Two-on-one, each take a man” — became a way of blaming the coach when things didn’t go well on the ice.
His problem has always been discipline. For instance, a couple of years ago, Bowman took a day off and when the players decided they’d had enough, they set upon Ruel and pulled his pants off.
Any biology student can talk about a thing called a symbiotic relationship. That’s when two organisms seek each other out and the presence of each makes life a whole lot more bearable for the other. That’s the kind of relationship that Claude Ruel and Scotty Bowman have.
Bowman is straightforward, down to earth, and usually serious. Ruel is jocular, light hearted, and ebullient. But both men have the same goal. To them, little matters in the world except for their two families — the one at home and the one at the Forum.
It could perhaps be said that Bowman thinks like a coach whereas Ruel thinks like a player.
It could be said that Bowman, who always has his pockets full of charts and statistics, controls the team with his head. Ruel, always urging the players on, always ready with a word of encouragement, controls the team with his heart.
“It’s not easy to be a coach,” explained Ruel, who knows whereof he speaks. “There’s more to it than you would think.”
“The secret of this club,” he said, “is to get the right people and use them properly.
Claude Ruel is apolitical and while some players may chuckle at his expressions in English or French they never laugh when he speaks the language of hockey.
When he is no longer burdened with the increasing pressures of trying to motivate 20-odd professional hockey players, the only relaxation he really gets “is at the track.”
After guiding the Canadiens to a Stanley Cup in his first season, his players presented him with a pacer, Mr. Paul. Later, the horse died of swamp fever, but Ruel will always remember him “as a horse with a great heart.”