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Ullevaal Stadion, Oslo, Norway, 4 June 2010

[monktwo]

Part 1 of the Missing piece series

The first encounter

The late summer sun painted Ullevaal Stadion in gold and fire, a Norwegian flag whipping high above the stands.

You stood in the center of your team’s huddle, your heartbeat drumming in your ears.

Around you, the girls you had fought and grown with — strong, sun kissed, calloused hands from years of work.

Bønda i fra nord.

Farmers from the North. Fighters, most of them having grown up on a farm.

You steadied your breathing. Time for the pep talk.

“De er raskere,” you said, voice steady. “De er bedre trent.”

Some heads dipped slightly. Doubt.

“Men ingen — ingen — har mer sjel enn oss. Hvis vi står sammen, kommuniserer, og nekter å gi oss…”

You swept your gaze across them all, voice rising.

“Da kan vi ta dem. La oss vise dem hvem vi er.”

Sofie bumped your shoulder, grinning.

“Bønda i fra nord!”

“Bønda i fra nord!” the team shouted back.

The whistle blew.

The world snapped into motion.

Barcelona pressed high from the first second — sharp passes, cutting runs.

But you had a secret weapon.

You caught every clipped Spanish command.

“Izquierda, cuidado!”

“Centro abierto!”

And you fired back instantly in Norwegian:

“ Dekk opp venstre!”

“Press midtbanen nå!”

Your girls responded like lightning. They didn’t know how you knew — they just trusted you, like always.

Across the pitch, Ingrid Engen’s head lifted in surprise.

Mapi León shot you a curious look.

Fifteen minutes in, you drew first blood.

You scooped a loose ball deep in your half, spun past the first marker like smoke.

• One feint — defender wrong-footed.

• Sharp cut — two more beaten.

• A burst of pace — free and flying.

You slipped the ball past the charging keeper calm and composed.

1–0.

You kissed two fingers to the sky, bowed low to the roaring stands, a grin splitting your face.

Barcelona struck back, fast and sharp.

1–1.

Frustration boiled up inside you.

“Faen!” you barked when you lost a sloppy touch.

“Fitte!” when a pass didn’t come off.

Your coach’s voice ripped across the field:

“Y/n ikke la deg påvirke, pust og spill ball!”

(Y/n don’t let it get to you, breathe and play the ball!)

You squeezed your fists, pulled a breath deep into your lungs, and reset.

Your second goal came minutes later.

Sofie tore down the wing, ball glued to her foot, and floated a perfect cross into the box.

You exploded forward, timed the leap. You rose, muscles flexed, body stretched to the sky, and slammed the header into the net.

2–1.

You sprinted to the corner flag with Selma and Emma at your sides, arms thrown over each other’s shoulders, mimicking the old “MSN trio” celebration.

The crowd thundered their approval and you were loving it.

But the battle raged on.

Barça found the cracks.

2–2.

You were tiring, you could feel it , but so were they.

You pulled a clever switch, dragging defenders out and sliding a perfect ball through for Ella to smash home.

3–2.

And then the breaking point came.

You snatched a turnover near their box, spinning toward goal and Alexia Putellas, frustrated with your excellent attempt at beating the, so she lunged.

You felt the studs rake across your shins and you hit the ground hard, skidding across the grass.

The whistle shrieked.

You slammed your hand into the grass, chest heaving.

“FAEN!”

You pushed yourself up, fists clenched, rage painting your vision red. You lunged toward Alexia but Selma and Leah caught you, strong arms pulling you back.

“Ro deg ned!” Selma hissed in your ear.

“Ikke lag noe tull nå!” Leah added.

You struggled against them for a second, breathing heavy with rage.

As you were dragged away, you caught Alexia’s superior, dismissive smirk, and you snapped, your voice sharp and venomous in perfect Spanish:

“Cuando no puedes ganar limpio, ¿verdad?”

(When you can’t win fair, right?)

Alexia’s face froze.

You saw it ripple across Barcelona, the shock. She speaks Spanish.

The ref pointed to the spot: free kick, right outside the box.

You brushed yourself off, teeth clenched, stepping up.

The whistle blew. You struck it clean, pure, bending it into the top corner like it was the only place the ball belonged.

4–2.

The stadium detonated, roaring with Norwegian roars.

You sprinted toward the corner flag, white-hot adrenaline tearing through you and without thinking, you ripped your shirt off, muscles flexed, a few scars flashing across your strong back from years of labor at the farm.

“BØNDA I FRA NORD!!!” you howled.

The Norwegian fans roared it back, shaking the stadium.

Selma tackled you, laughing, pounding your bare shoulders.

The referee jogged over — yellow card already raised.

You accepted it with a grin, slinging your shirt over your shoulder, not caring at all.

But Barcelona weren’t finished.

4–3. 4–4.

Your legs felt like stone, but you could tell, so did everyone else’s.

You pulled yourself upright, chest heaving, voice strong and determined.

“Kom igjen jenter, én siste sjanse!”

(Come on girls, one last chance!)

They followed you, one more run, one more attack.

You pulled two defenders with you, drawing the trap before sliding the ball across for Ella to finish cleanly.

5–4.

The final whistle blew and you collapsed to the grass, laughing and gasping, arms spread wide.

Your whole team lay there, spent and victorious under the Norwegian sky.

You barely heard the footsteps at first.

You cracked an eye open.

Ingrid Engen.

Mapi León.

Both still shining with sweat, watching you with open amusement.

Ingrid crouched down, her braid slipping over her shoulder.

“You were… incredible,” she said softly in English.

You blinked up at her, brain still fogged, and managed a crooked grin.

“Thanks.”

Mapi smirked, resting her hands on her hips.

“We’re having a little thing after,” she said. “Food, drinks, you know. You should come.”

Still half-dazed, you pushed yourself to your feet.

“Sounds cool! Have fun, then!” you said brightly, clapping them both awkwardly on the arm and jogging toward the tunnel.

You heard a startled laugh behind you.

“Hey!” Ingrid called after you, laughing openly now. “We mean you’re invited!”

You skidded to a stop, confused.

“Oh! Uh— I can’t, I have to shower!” you blurted out, heart hammering.

Mapi snorted, half-choking on a laugh.

“It’s after showers, chica,” she said, teasing.

“Yeah,” Ingrid added, biting her lip to hide her grin. “You know — when we all smell like humans again.”

You stared for a beat — then laughed, loud and a little embarrassed.

“Right. After showers. Cool. Got it.”

You gave a clumsy thumbs-up and jogged away, face burning, but smiling so hard you thought your cheeks might split.

Behind you, you heard Mapi’s voice in Spanish:

“Es adorable, no tiene ni idea.”

(She’s adorable, she has no idea.)

Ingrid chuckled low, eyes lingering on you.

“And she’s got a temper,” she said, grinning. “I heard it. ‘Faen.’ ‘Fitte.’ Real sweet.”

Mapi laughed, throwing her head back.

“Me encanta,” she said.

(I love it.)

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Norway need to stop being cowards about Winter Olympics hosting

I've thought about this for a couple or 3 years now, and I've concluded that alleged economics graduates need to stop blatantly lying about the hosting costs, that the Norwegian Sports Federation need to stop giving up after mere weeks, and that Norway's rather aggressive de-centralisation movements need to stop being aggressive.

The cost estimates have been somewhere in the area of 2.3bill€, which is flatout wrong. Had I been prime minister, I'd have done it on 300mill€, simply because we already have all of the needed facilities. No need to build anything new at all. Even at the very most, we'd only need to make a Rena-Elverum trail path and a centre dugout in Friends Arena.

Snow events:

Ceremonies: Ullevaal Stadion Oslo

Cross-country, biathlon, Nordic Combined, longhill ski jumping, quarterpipe snowboard: Holmenkollen Oslo

Smallhill ski jumping: Lysgård Oslo or Lillehammer

Snowboard, freestyle skiing: The various X Games facilities in Oslo and Trysil

Downhill, Super-G, Alpine Combination: Narvik

Slalom, Great Slalom, team events: Trysil

Ski mountaineering: Geilo, maybe?

Ice events:

Ice hockey Final 4, figure skating, short-track speed skating: Friends Arena Sweden

Ice hockey preliminaries: Håkons Hall Hamar, Scandinavium Sweden, Stavanger Arena

Speed skating: Vikingskipet Hamar

Curling: Trondheim Spektrum

Bobsleigh, luge, skeleton: Lillehammer

Brand new sports because we have that many facilities:

Telemark: Trysil

Bandy: Telenor Arena Oslo

Snowsled racing: Tromsø to Vadsø

Megahill ski jumping, speed-skiing: Vikersund

Crushed Ice: Møllenberg Trondheim

Ski orienteering: Beitostølen

95~100km long-distance skiing: An extended Birkebeineren route with start in Elverum.

960 Chess where matches must be played to checkmate: Oslo Spektrum and/or Jordal Arena Oslo

Should it be necessary to win the vote:

Ice hockey preliminaries, mixed teams curling: Royal Arena Denmark

Preliminaries in 960 Chess where matches must be played to checkmate: Sparkassen-Arena Germany

Long-distance (Maybe 30km?) mass-start speed skating: Heerenveen Netherlands (Not on the above map).

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Ullevaal Stadion, Oslo, Norway, 4 June 2010

[monktwo]

Part 2 of the Missing piece series

Ghosts and beginnings

The afterparty wasn’t huge — just players, staff, a few friends but it felt overwhelming the moment you stepped inside.

The private hall near Ullevaal Stadion was strung with warm lights, the air thick with the smell of food, laughter buzzing from small groups.

Barça players moved easily through the room, plates piled high, drinks in hand, perfectly at home.

You hovered near the door for a moment, suddenly unsure.

Everyone seemed to know exactly where they belonged.

You shifted your weight, scanning the room, looking for any familiar face.

And then —

“¿Eres tú?”

You turned, heart jumping, to see Aitana Bonmatí smiling at you, head tilted in surprise.

“Uh… sí?” you answered, awkward.

She laughed, slipping into easy English without missing a beat.

“I knew it. From La Masia, right?”

You nodded slowly, shoulders loosening a fraction.

“Yeah. A long time ago.”

“I remember you,” Aitana said, eyes crinkling. “Tiny, wild with the ball. Impossible to defend. You certainly grew up, tall and strong to say the least”

You laughed quietly, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Ahhh yeah, I lived with my grandparents in Barcelona for a while,” you said. “Before moving back to Norway.”

“You didn’t speak Spanish well back then,” Aitana said, remembering.

“People were kind of… rough about it.”

You shrugged.

“I understood enough. Just… wasn’t exactly easy to fit in.”

“You didn’t need words,” she said warmly. “You had magic in your feet.”

The compliment made you duck your head, a little embarrassed.

“I didn’t really think about going pro,” you said honestly.

“I just loved playing. That’s all.”

Aitana smiled.

“I always thought you’d come back, you know” she said quietly. “You had something different. Special.”

You looked down at your shoes, heart tugging strangely.

“I liked farm work too,” you said, surprising yourself by admitting it.

“It wasn’t bad. It just… meant football wasn’t really an option. Too much to do.”

Aitana’s brow furrowed.

“You grew up working a farm?”

You nodded.

“My moms — they took over when my grandfather got a bit too old to run it all himself. They didn’t know much about farming, so… me and my twin brother, we had to pick up the slack. Learned everything from my grandfather.”

A soft whistle escaped Aitana. “No wonder you’re built like that,” she said, half-laughing, half-awed.

You smiled wryly.

“Yeah. I guess carrying sheep and keeping cows in line builds muscle.”

You both laughed, the tension between you easing into something more natural.

Then — two more shadows joined. Ingrid Engen and Mapi León, slipping in without a sound.

They didn’t interrupt — just hovered, listening, smiling.

“She just showed up and wrecked us today,” Aitana said, laughing, jerking a thumb toward you. “Like old times.”

You opened your mouth to protest but Mapi grinned and cut you off.

“And she cursed like a sailor doing it,” Mapi teased.

You flushed immediately, remembering the anger boiling out of you.

“Heldigvis forstod jeg alt” Ingrid added with a smirk. “Very… colorful.”

You laughed, burying your face in your hands for a second.

“Sorry,” you muttered. “Got a little carried away.”

“You should’ve heard me at your age,” Mapi said, clapping you on the back. “You’re fine.”

Ingrid grinned wider. “Come eat,” she said firmly, tugging gently on your sleeve.

You blinked, startled, but let her lead you toward the food.

Mapi caught your other side with a playful look “And drink,” she added. “Big girls need fuel.”

You laughed despite yourself as they steered you to a table already piled with plates.

Ingrid handed you a full plate, Mapi shoved a cold bottle of pepsi max into your hand like a victory prize.

“Eat,” Ingrid commanded lightly.

You obeyed, digging in hungrily. Realizing only now how hungry you actually were.

“She eats like a Viking too,” Mapi said, watching you with amusement.

“Explains the muscles,” Ingrid added, pretending to study your arms with seriousness.

You snorted into your drink, flipping them both off lightly.

The conversation spun easy after that.

They asked about your life — about growing up on a farm, about your brother and little sister.

You told them about farm chores, about how your little sister had once dyed the sheep pink by accident, about how winters made everything harder but also better.

They listened — really listened — leaning in, laughing at the right places, never making you feel like you didn’t belong.

“You know,” Mapi said thoughtfully, twirling a fork between her fingers, “we could use someone like you at Barça.”

You blinked.

“What?”

“You’d fit right in,” Ingrid agreed, grinning.

“Big heart, big fight, bigger appetite.”

You laughed, shaking your head.

“I’m not pro material.”

“You sure about that?” Ingrid said, eyes glinting.

Later, you found yourself drifting toward the drink table again when you almost bumped into someone.

Alexia.

She stood there, drink in hand, looking every inch the queen of the room.

You froze for half a second.

“Hey,” you said awkwardly. “Um… sorry. About earlier. On the field. I didn’t mean to ”

Alexia arched an eyebrow coolly.

“You played well,” she said, crisp, polite. “But next time, maybe watch your mouth.”

You winced, nodding.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

She gave a small nod, not unfriendly, but distant, and moved past you without another word.

You blew out a breath, feeling like you’d dodged a bullet.

When you turned back, Ingrid and Mapi were watching from a distance — casual, pretending not to have noticed anything.

But the looks in their eyes said they had noticed.

Everything.

You made your way back to them, your stomach flipping oddly when Ingrid smiled at you — warm and sure, like she already knew you belonged.

Maybe, you thought — just maybe — you did.

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Coordenadas: Ullevaal Stadion, la tercera ronda de la Liga de Naciones de la UEFA continúa. En el minuto 52, un despeje de Delkusic se convirtió en una asistencia en propia meta. Serlot aprovechó la oportunidad y anotó, ampliando la ventaja de Noruega 2-0. En el minuto 62, Soros dio una asistencia y Haaland, vestido con una camisetas Noruega, anotó y Noruega aseguró una victoria por 3-0. El oponente de Noruega en la cuarta ronda es Austria, que comenzará el 13 de octubre. ¡Los fanáticos con camisetas de fútbol están llenas de expectativas para este juego de enfoque!

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