Kristofer

And after surviving an excrutiating day of discomfort and feeling like a bulldozer had driven over me, we defied nature and went to enjoy a football game. Tromsø team TIL was playing against Kristiansand's Start. And there is only one reason for me to have been shivering in the mighty blizard for a couple of hours: Kristofer Hæstad. Unfortunately he is on the wrong team so when everyone else was booing at his great moves on the field, I was shrieking out and smiling and laughing. It was a great game, despite it's relatively slow pace due to the snow and wind. One guy got really badly hurt as he bumped his head against an other player's head, swallowed his own toung, passed out in the air and landed on the field like a ragdoll. But it was a good experience, made me feel better and the injured guy is also apparently doing better. So all's well that ends well. And remind me not to drink wine. Ever again.