A lousy Swedish first half was followed by a poor introduction by others. Undercuts 12-21 against Spain with 18 minutes left. Sweden was beaten and away from the medal chance.
But then number 25 was sent onto the pitch. And started shooting - at everything. And as she shot! Mikaela Mässing scored goal after goal - yet we didn't believe it.
"Now it will be a honorable loss instead," said a Swedish colleague.
We sat there on the press booth with almost finished texts and prepared questions for the players. In the direct reporting I held, most people had long ago mentioned how hopeless Sweden was and someone would actually go on a Sunday walk instead.
Brass scored six of Sweden's last eight goals and suddenly Sweden was really close. From almost checking out and nailing the journey home, we journalists were suddenly back on the track. And saw the impossible become possible.
Because when Messing acknowledged with two seconds left, the crazy turn was completed.
A Swedish point is obviously a victory this dan. The slightly worn word bragd doesn't feel wrong to pick up. And Mikaela Brass is the hero of big H, her international breakthrough came about as unexpectedly as a Christmas magazine around midsummer.
One draw made me remember another. In 2012, I and a friend were sitting at a bar in Spanish Fuengirola. Germany led 4-0 against Sweden in the World Cup qualifiers in football. We turned our eyes away from the TV and started talking about something else. Sweden scored one and two goals, we started to look again though it felt impossible. But suddenly it was acknowledged to 4-4 and we didn't take anything.
Just like that it felt today in the Park Dome Arena in Kumamoto. If this score becomes something worthy of the Swedish team, we know nothing about right now. But I have had another classic sport memory to remember forever.