HERNING, denmark (Ekstra Bladet): Finally! In the fourth attempt it succeeded so long to pull the WORLD cup gold medal home, which was the only big trophy, Denmark was missing.
You thought the, the Box should explode!
the Norwegians believed they could win the gold. They were wiser after a finale in which they were fought down minute by minute. And from now on it is us that can pull out in the belts and roar on the sounding Norwegian and English:
WE ARE the WORLD's BEST!
Denmark beat Norway 31-22 after the 18-11 at the break, and nothing more, as it once was.
Niklas Landin closed the store like in the old days, when he sold stangtøj for men in Svendborg. This Sunday it was Norway, he processed out of the final with a tremendous effort, especially after the break.
He drove the visiting norwegians to the madness in it, went from superiority to a Danish show of power of the dimensions. We know very well how it is to lose a WORLD cup final with 16 – now we know how it is to lead a guldkamp with ten and 11, when missing a quarter of an hour!
the Goalkeeper and the captain had just two saves against France in the semifinals and was benched, but on the last day – at least in the VM-context – demonstrated he's suddenly awesome abilities to the quick as a rattlesnake to poke an arm, a hand or a leg out, when you thought, Sander Sagosen, Bjarte Myrhol or Kristian Bjørnsen as for hell the may have the luck to pass him.
Denmark pumped and pumped constantly the hardy norwegians. They ended up as worn-out lutefisk, squashed flat and drained of energy in the ultimate CHAMPIONSHIP showdown. Denmark led in gruppekampen with nine, but won ’only’ four. In the final they had never Norway get the scent of victory, since the hole was first beaten. The difference was just expanded and expanded.
Sander Sagosen got all the danes against him, and played towards the end of the first half in a hellish pibekoncert, as he tried to pull the second deportation to Magnus Landin, who once stood against as a safe guard in the Danish line of defence.
Keep shit of a mood. Players may not be SO nervous again before even a finale – or they can at least influence the outcome – but the man tracked clear that the majority of the 15,000 in the Rhythm of the music-Box was combative.
the Norwegians ran in for a hefty mishags-thunder, and the experience after all, rarely in the extent, as was the case this Sunday. There was the Balkans - and fodboldstemning especially on ståtribunen, where the fans fightede for every ball and almost fought with on the pitch.
The red sea is wavy like a hurricane and blew the Danish players rather than as a caribbean cyclone. There was heat, the hollow heat on the Moors.
Denmark struck the first hole to the challengers at 10-6 after a quarter of an hour, the norwegians drew at 10-8, which, however, was again to 12-8, and players and spectators in the discretion of the association must have been able to smell the gold at 17-10 and 18-11 at the break.
It was not ballet. It was a rough fight and a part infight along the way. Rasmus Lauge went in the boards, as he levelled the game to 3-3, but turned back shortly before the break and knocked to January's biggest cheer went up Denmark at 18-11 shortly before the horn heart was broken all.
There was even afford to send His Lindberg on the field in the 51. minutes to the tune of the ’Hansi-boy’, and the applause that followed him on to the field, was only surpassed by the tinnutus-threatening, collective sejrsbrøl, that rolled up under the arches, when the gold finally came home to Denmark! The rest of the squad was also touched in the final minutes. ALL are a part of the gold, and we are standing together – side by side!