I love the nordic teams - mostly for thier will to fight (and of course the delicios brew called mjed). The fact that those brave men is willing to walk down the field witout any sort of armour, still smiling like the world is made of honey, and smelling like the undergarment of an ogre - it is just plain facinating. Even though they know that some of them is going to die on the field, they only want enough gold to pay the licens and "keep the widow happy"
- its a wonderful world if you know how to use it