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Sometimes life gives second chances.

Even third.

Christian Eriksen

seemed to be thinking about something like that

, his head down and his eyes lost, in the tunnel that gave access to the grass of the Education City Stadium.

A year after avoiding death, his third World Cup was wide open for him.

It happened in a venue drenched in red by the colors of both teams, but taken over unceremoniously by the noisy Tunisian fans.

Paradoxically, Tunisia had to wear white.

There were no goals to be garnered, but at least football, with its own World Cup atmosphere, was once again the protagonist.

With the final shock of VAR and everything.

After stealing the ball from Eriksen, with a lunge to the limit, the stocky

Aissa Laidouni

, shaved head and bushy beard, punched himself in the chest, out of his mind, encouraging the roar of a mass.

It was one of the first plays.

It was as if the match, instead of being played in Doha, was taking place in a stadium in Tunis.

An enthusiasm, seen what happened in the opening match, higher than that of the locals with Qatar.

Something was intuited when, on the way to the stadium, the subway cars rumbled with African chants.

The fans of Denmark, where the World Cup has been generating a lot of indigestion for months, were just a few drops in the midst of the torrential Tunisian fire.

That irate gesture by Laidouni was a foretaste of the intentions of the team that, without a doubt, played at home

Kasper Schmeichel

, who can already boast of having played in more World Cups than his father, the mythical Peter, made the statue with a shot that

Christensen

seemed inadvertently hole up

While Denmark, in their own way, without making a sound (wouldn't have been heard either), got closer to Dahmen's goal.

Eriksen's recovered heart is also Denmark's.

From his perfumed right hand, springs, in his own way, part of that class that the

Laudrups

, more Michael than Brian, gave away in another time.

Nightmare forgotten, Christian set about doing what he knows best about Education City Stadium.

The stands roared once more, even celebrating a goal, but Jebali, his striker, was offside.

He did not even need to resort to VAR.

The striker himself would run into a miraculous handball from Schmeichel, just before

Delaney

had to retire injured.

More than 40,000 chanted the yellow cards for the Danish players.

They did it twice.

One, when the referee showed it and the other, when the stadium marker confirmed it.

Cornelius' stick

The Tunisians thought they saw a goal when Laidouni, yes, the one with those blows to the chest, galloped off, with Andersen throwing the blow.

But he was wrong.

The stands and the midfielder.

He thought that

Slimane

had a better shot than him and Tunisia's blow ended up evaporating into a loud desperate cry from a Tunisian crowd that did not lower the decibels for a single moment.

Laidouni cheers the crowd at Education City Stadium.Hassan AmmarAP

The agile Tunisian goalkeeper robbed Eriksen of glory and ended up curled against the post, unchallenged, by an incredulous

Andreas Cornelius

.

There were no goals, but the African fans didn't seem to need them either.

He gave his soul away for 90 minutes of sound and fury.

While Denmark, with its shield and its camouflaged commercial signature, close to the organization of the World Cup, slowly turned its page.

Thinking that against France, perhaps, the stands can be on their side.

The final threat of the VAR did not alter the epilogue.

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