Chapitre 143: A Dead-Ball Specialist I

"Zachary, *clap*clap, Rosenborg, *clap*clap*, Zachary, *clap*clap..."

The fans around Kristin had long gone mad with euphoria. After Zachary scored that perfect free-kick from the tight angle, everyone around her had jumped up in joy and started clapping their hands while singing his name.

A storm of excitement had taken over the sections of the stands with Rosenborg fans, and it hadn't died down ever since the moment of the goal. Kristin, too, joined in on the cheering and celebrating as she felt like the golden age of Rosenborg had returned once again. She couldn't believe that the simple boy, who'd come to Europe only two years ago, could put up such a display within a week after making his debut for Rosenborg.

"Well then, that was some incredible stuff from Zachary Bemba," Kristin heard Kjell Roar, the commentator, yell out loud. He seemed to be trying to make himself heard over the loud singing and cheering that'd taken over Lerkendal Stadion.