A pang of happiness streaked through Coach Johansen after he watched Zachary convert the free-kick to put Rosenborg in an almost unassailable position. The score was then three to one in favor of his side, and he was about to win his second trophy of the season.
His players had outdone themselves in the Norwegian Cup final. They'd played like champions on all fronts, whether in defense, midfield, or on the attack. The flanks, the crossing, and the goal attempts were all fierce, constantly causing their opponents plenty of problems. The only blemish on their performance was that one time they'd relaxed and allowed Molde to score during the first half.
"Coach," the voice of Dr. Eivind Pedersen, the Rosenborg medic, sounded from beside him, breaking his moment of reverie.
"Yes, Dr. Pedersen," Coach Johansen said, creasing his brows. "How is Nicki faring? Is his injury serious?"
