Both teams lined up in the tunnel at 8:55 PM. The Olympique Lyonnais players were in their white home kits, while the Rosenborg players had donned their black away jerseys.
Zachary stood at the back of the Rosenborg line. His tall physique looked imposing and sleek in his number eight jersey, while his untamed and somewhat messy Afro-hairstyle fanned out from the top of his head to add wild charm to his entire being. He seemed like a warrior about to head out to war in his black attire paired with his electric green Nike Mercurial Superfly football boots.
He wasn't idle as he stood there at the back of the line but observing the Lyon players. He'd already taken note of some famous footballers from his previous life, like Samuel Umtiti, Alexandre Lacazette, and Bafétimbi Gomis, within their ranks. They were obviously the ruggedest obstacles Rosenborg had to overcome in Lyon in order to win the game and qualify for the semi-finals.
"Let's move out."