The Norway national football team represents Norway in association football and is controlled by the Football Association of Norway, the governing body for football in Norway. Norway's home ground is Ullevaal Stadion in Oslo and their head coach is Egil Olsen. It is as of October 2011 currently ranked by FIFA as the 24th best national team in the world.
Norway has participated three times in the FIFA World Cup (1938, 1994, 1998), and once in the European Championship (2000).
Read more about Norway National Football Team: History, Crest, UEFA Euro 2012 Qualifying, Current Squad
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