As rain began to fall like mist over this dank, dark fishing town, the noise above the Arctic Circle went up another notch.
They bounced on all four sides of this stadium. They twirled their scarves from apartments rising over the artificial pitch. They watched from atop a spiral staircase, a lonely glint of yellow with only an umbrella to stave off the biting cold.
There are more inviting places to play football. More pleasant ways to spend a Thursday night. Just ask Roma and Jose Mourinho, who came here last year and were knocked for six.