Dusk approached and slowly began creeping over the bustling city of Trondheim. The setting sun seemed to have ignited the sparse clouds, painting Lerkendal Stadium in a multitude of crisscrossing dreamy colors.
It was still 3:56 PM, with more than two hours left to the scheduled start of Rosenborg's game against Viking Stavanger. However, an immense crowd had already flooded Lerkendal, filling up the seats within the stands of the home ground of Rosenborg Ballklub. The home section of the stadium was already like a sea of people in black and white colors, singing and cheering at the top of their voices like there was no tomorrow.
Kristin Stein swept her gaze over the passionate supporters around her — and then over the Rosenborg players warming up on the pitch until her eyes rested on Zachary. She couldn't help but smile as her mood lightened. 'Thank God he managed to recover before the end of the season without any issues,' she mused.
