Dazzling Denmark Progress to the Next Round after Thrashing Russia

 

If any team embodied resilience and spirit at EURO 2020, it was Denmark. After enduring the traumatic collapse of Christian Eriksen in their opening match against Finland, the Danes faced an uphill battle. Consecutive losses had cast a shadow over their campaign, but their determination to fight back culminated in a spectacular performance against Russia, a night that will forever be etched in Danish football history.

The Build-Up: A Mountain to Climb

Denmark’s path to the knockout stages was fraught with challenges. With zero points from their first two games, their fate hinged on a decisive victory against Russia in Copenhagen, coupled with Belgium’s success against Finland. The odds seemed stacked against them, yet the fervour of their home crowd and the spirit of Eriksen spurred the team to deliver a performance reminiscent of their legendary 1985 World Cup qualifier triumph over the Soviet Union.

A Tense Start

Russia began with a clear defensive strategy, frustrating Denmark by closing down spaces, tracking runners, and blocking crosses. The Danes found joy on the flanks but struggled to breach a well-organized Russian defence.

The first significant threat came from Russia’s Aleksandr Golovin, who surged past two Danish defenders in the 17th minute but was denied by Kasper Schmeichel’s sharp save. Moments later, Roman Zobnin squandered a golden opportunity with a misplaced pass during a promising Russian counterattack.

Fyodor Kudryashov’s clumsy foul on Daniel Wass earned him a booking and briefly shifted Russia’s approach to a more cautious one. However, Kudryashov redeemed himself with a perfectly timed tackle to halt Mikkel Damsgaard’s dangerous run. Despite the tension, Denmark began to find their rhythm, with Pierre-Emile Højbjerg narrowly missing the target with a thunderous long-range effort.

Damsgaard’s Moment of Brilliance

The breakthrough came in the 38th minute, courtesy of 20-year-old Mikkel Damsgaard. Collecting a pass just outside the box, he unleashed a sublime curling shot that arced between two defenders and nestled into the corner of the net. Matvei Safonov, rooted to the spot, could only watch as the ball sailed past him. The goal ignited the crowd and sent shockwaves through the Russian team.

Second-Half Drama

Russia emerged from the break with renewed intent, as Golovin and Artem Dzyuba sought to exploit gaps in Denmark’s defence. Yet it was an unforced error by Daler Kuzyaev that handed Denmark their second goal. Kuzyaev’s blind backpass wrongfooted Safonov, leaving Yussuf Poulsen with the simplest of finishes into an empty net. The stadium erupted in celebration, and the Danes tightened their grip on the match.

The tension briefly resurfaced when Jannik Vestergaard was penalized for dragging Aleksandr Sobolev to the ground, allowing Dzyuba to convert a penalty and reduce the deficit. But news of Belgium’s lead against Finland, confirmed after a VAR review, reignited the crowd’s energy.

A Spectacular Finale

Denmark saved their best for last. Andreas Christensen unleashed a ferocious strike from over 20 yards, a goal that symbolized the team’s indomitable spirit. Moments later, Joakim Mæhle weaved through the Russian defence and finished with aplomb, sealing a 4-1 victory.

The final whistle unleashed scenes of unbridled joy. Players and fans celebrated as one, the night a cathartic release of emotion after weeks of turmoil.

A Night to Remember

Denmark’s dazzling display was more than just a victory—it was a testament to their unity, resilience, and the power of football to inspire. From Damsgaard’s brilliance to Christensen’s thunderbolt, every moment was imbued with passion and purpose. For the Danes and their fans, this was more than a match; it was a triumph of the human spirit, a night when Copenhagen became the heart of European football.

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Faisal Caesar 

The Forgotten Hand of God: Maradona’s Controversial Handball in Naples, 1990

Diego Maradona’s infamous “Hand of God” goal against England in the 1986 World Cup remains one of the most talked-about moments in football history. Yet, what often escapes the collective memory is that Maradona, the enigmatic Argentine maestro, repeated a similar act four years later during the 1990 World Cup in Italy. This time, the incident unfolded in Naples, in a crucial group-stage match against the Soviet Union. 

The Setting: Naples, the Home of a God 

On June 13, 1990, the Soviet Union faced Argentina in a do-or-die clash at the Stadio San Paolo in Naples. For Maradona, Naples was not just a venue—it was his sanctuary. Playing for Napoli, he had become a deity to the local fans, leading the club to unprecedented glory in Serie A. However, the Soviet team could hardly count on Neapolitan neutrality. 

The Soviets arrived in Italy as one of the tournament’s dark horses. While not quite as favoured as Brazil, Italy, or the Netherlands, they were still considered formidable contenders. However, their campaign had started poorly with a loss to Romania. Similarly, Argentina, the defending champions, had been stunned by Cameroon in their opener. The match against the Soviets was a must-win for both teams, and tensions were high. 

The Incident: A Second Hand of God 

The game remained goalless, with both teams fighting desperately for survival in the tournament. Then came the pivotal moment that would seal the Soviet Union’s fate. A corner kick swung into Argentina’s box, and as the ball seemed destined to find the net, Diego Maradona intervened—not with his head or feet, but with his hand. 

The handball was blatant. Maradona’s arm moved deliberately to block the ball, an action unmistakable to anyone watching. Igor Shalimov, a Soviet midfielder, later recalled the incident with disbelief: 

“The ball was heading into the goal, and the referee was six meters away. He saw everything clearly. It wasn’t just that the ball hit his hand—there was a movement of the hand. He hit the ball deliberately. It was outrageous—not from Maradona, but from the referee.” 

Swedish referee Erik Fredriksson, standing close to the action, inexplicably waved play on, ignoring the Soviets’ protests. A penalty for the Soviet Union at that juncture could have altered the game’s trajectory. Instead, Argentina capitalized on their reprieve, eventually winning the match 2-0 and keeping their hopes of advancing alive. 

The Fallout: Dreams Shattered 

The Soviet players and fans were left seething. The incident, they believed, epitomized the injustice that had plagued their World Cup journey. Shalimov lamented the referee’s decision: 

“If we’d scored that penalty, we’d have had a chance. The game was more or less equal, but we ended up losing 2-0. It was pitiful.” 

The defeat effectively eliminated the Soviet Union from the tournament. Although they thrashed Cameroon 4-0 in their final group match, it was a hollow victory. Romania and Argentina played out a draw, ensuring both teams advanced to the knockout stages while the Soviets were left to rue what might have been. 

Maradona: Genius or Villain? 

Maradona’s actions in Naples mirrored the duality of his footballing legacy—a blend of genius and controversy. Just as in 1986, his handball was not an act of brilliance but one of cunning survival. Shalimov, however, held no grudges against the Argentine legend, acknowledging that Maradona was merely doing whatever it took to keep his team alive: 

“Maradona was just defending his goal as best he could. The real outrage was the referee.” 

For Maradona, the incident in Naples was another chapter in his storied World Cup career, a testament to his ability to bend moments to his will, often skirting the boundaries of fair play. 

The Legacy of Naples 

The Soviet Union’s elimination in 1990 marked the end of an era. The nation would dissolve by the end of the following year, and its footballing identity would splinter into multiple successor states. For many Soviet players, the handball incident symbolized not just the loss of a match but the waning fortunes of a once-great footballing power. 

For Argentina, the victory in Naples propelled them into the knockout rounds, where they would embark on a gritty, controversial run to the final. Maradona’s “Hand of God II” became a footnote in a tournament remembered for its defensive tactics and dramatic upsets. 

A Tale of Two Hands 

While the 1986 handball is immortalized in football folklore, the 1990 incident remains overshadowed. Yet, in many ways, it is equally significant. It highlights the fragile line between heroism and infamy, the subjective nature of officiating, and the enduring mystique of Diego Maradona—a player who could captivate and confound in equal measure. 

In Naples, Maradona was a god among mortals. For the Soviets, however, he was a reminder of the capriciousness of fate and the cruel beauty of football. 

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Faisal Caesar

FIFA World Cup 2018: The French Triumph in Russia

France’s 4-2 victory over Croatia in the 2018 World Cup final was a fitting conclusion to a tournament characterized by pragmatism, tactical discipline, and moments of brilliance. The final itself, though high-scoring, was not a showcase of expansive, free-flowing football but rather a battle of structure and execution. Goals stemmed largely from set-pieces rather than open play, reflecting a broader trend throughout the tournament.

While Croatia enjoyed first-half dominance due to their intelligent pressing and midfield control, France’s efficiency in transitions and set-piece prowess ultimately secured their victory. Luka Modric, the tournament’s Golden Ball winner, orchestrated Croatia’s attacks with supreme positional awareness, frequently finding pockets of space beyond Paul Pogba’s reach. Yet, for all their ball dominance, Croatia struggled to carve out clear-cut opportunities, a testament to France’s defensive organization.

The Tactical Chess Match: Croatia’s Pressing vs. France’s Efficiency

One of the defining features of Croatia’s approach was their pressing intensity—an anomaly in a World Cup largely devoid of aggressive high pressing. Unlike club teams with ample training time, international sides often rely on compact defensive structures rather than coordinated pressing. However, Croatia disrupted this norm. Modric and Ivan Rakitic pushed high to support Mario Mandzukic, while wide players Ante Rebic and Ivan Perisic pressed tirelessly. This strategy unsettled France early on, forcing errors from Benjamin Pavard, Raphael Varane, and N’Golo Kante, who uncharacteristically struggled under pressure.

In contrast, France’s attacking approach was built around moments rather than sustained control. Kylian Mbappe’s blistering pace was their primary weapon, particularly in transitions. Though France lacked fluid open-play sequences, their ability to capitalize on set-pieces and counterattacks proved decisive. Pogba’s precise passing released Mbappe multiple times, culminating in France’s third goal, where Pogba’s drive and vision unlocked Croatia’s defence.

The Importance of Balance and Squad Harmony

Beyond tactics, France’s success under Didier Deschamps was rooted in squad unity and disciplined pragmatism. Deschamps, who became only the third person to win the World Cup as both player and manager, prioritized harmony over individual brilliance. This philosophy had been in place since his appointment in 2012, a direct response to the chaos of France’s 2010 World Cup campaign in South Africa—a tournament marked by internal conflicts, player mutinies, and off-field scandals.

France’s disastrous 2010 campaign, led by Raymond Domenech, exposed deep fractures within the squad. The French Football Federation’s subsequent decision to overhaul team culture began with Laurent Blanc, who controversially omitted the entire 2010 squad for his first match in charge. While Blanc restored some stability, his tenure was marred by racial controversy regarding youth academy selections, reflecting broader societal tensions in France.

Deschamps inherited this fractured landscape and took decisive steps to foster unity. His most notable decision was the continued exile of Karim Benzema, despite his undeniable talent. Similarly, his squad selections prioritized cohesion over individual skill, leading to the omissions of high-profile players like Alexandre Lacazette, Anthony Martial, and Adrien Rabiot. The latter’s reaction—refusing to be on the standby list—only vindicated Deschamps’ decision.

The Evolution of Key Players: Pogba and Griezmann’s Tactical Sacrifice

Deschamps’ ability to mould a collection of stars into a cohesive unit was exemplified by the roles assigned to Paul Pogba and Antoine Griezmann. Pogba, often criticized at Manchester United for inconsistency, embraced a more disciplined role, sacrificing personal flair for team structure. His performances in the knockout stages, particularly in the final, demonstrated his evolution into a complete midfield general.

Griezmann, too, adapted his role for the greater good. Rather than operating purely as a goal scorer, he functioned as a deeper playmaker, facilitating transitions and linking play. His selflessness allowed Mbappe to thrive in a more advanced role, showcasing the young star’s electrifying speed and composure.

A Reflection of France’s Diversity and Identity

Much like the 1998 World Cup-winning squad, France’s 2018 team was emblematic of the nation’s multicultural identity. Seventeen of the 23 squad members were eligible to represent other nations, reinforcing the country’s footballing diversity. This echoed the ethos of “Black-Blanc-Beur” (Black-White-Arab) that defined the 1998 team’s success.

In a politically charged climate, where debates over national identity and immigration were prominent, this team symbolized unity and inclusion. Blaise Matuidi articulated this sentiment: “The diversity we have in this team is in the image of our beautiful country. We proudly represent France.”

Deschamps’ Legacy: Pragmatism Over Panache

Criticism of France’s playing style—deemed too pragmatic given their attacking talent—is not unique. Similar complaints were leveled at Italy in 2006, Spain in 2010, and Germany in 2014. Deschamps prioritized structure and balance, a formula that ultimately delivered the sport’s most prestigious prize. His philosophy aligns with France’s national motto: “Liberté, égalité, fraternité.”

Ultimately, the 2018 World Cup victory was a triumph of tactical discipline, squad unity, and moments of individual brilliance. France’s blend of pragmatism and dynamism, guided by Deschamps’ leadership, ensured they returned to the pinnacle of world football. As Benjamin Mendy put it: “We are a true family. There was an incredible feeling from the off. Thanks to everyone. Allez les Bleus!”

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Faisal Caesar

Croatia vs Russia: A Ballet of Nerves, Memory, and Mortal Time

The night was thick with tension in Sochi, where two teams, neither regular patrons of football’s deepest chambers, danced precariously on the edge of history. When Ivan Rakitić stepped up for his penalty—history compressing itself into a single inhalation—he wore the look of a man who had already travelled this particular corridor of fear. Against Denmark he had proved nerveless; here, he merely repeated the ritual, sending Croatia into a delirium that was half joy, half incredulity.

A generation after the swagger of Suker, Boban, and the glory of France ’98, Croatia had clawed its way back to the last four of the world. The echo was complete.

The Small Violence of Vida’s Header

They might have believed it was theirs even before Rakitić’s final word. When Domagoj Vida rose in extra time to meet Luka Modrić’s corner, it was less a thunderous statement than a conspiratorial whisper. The header was neither forceful nor clean, its journey long and uncertain, yet it crossed the line all the same, helped along by bodies that confused Akinfeev’s sightlines.

That ball, slow-motion in its lethality, underlined football’s strange geometry: sometimes it’s not velocity that kills, but the subtle corruption of time and vision.

Russia’s Impossible Dream and the Shock of Self-Belief

It is worth recalling how Russia arrived here, burdened by scorn. Winless in seven before the tournament, the lowest-ranked team in the field, derided as national shame. But football is a solvent for all narrative certainties. A hopeful group stage and that cathartic mugging of Spain cracked open a window to an impossible dream.

They pressed Croatia with unexpected vigour, playing the first half with a boldness utterly alien to their cautious dissection of Spain. Golovin floated close to Dzyuba, a battering ram made flesh, and Cheryshev uncoiled to produce a goal of radiant arrogance—his left foot sculpting a curler from 25 yards that Subašić watched with quiet awe. It was a strike that rewrote the very air, bending it into belief.

Croatia’s Response: The Subtle Recalibration of Fate

But football rarely obeys the initial swell of romance. Zlatko Dalić had left Marcelo Brozović on the bench, electing to start with Modrić and Rakitić unanchored in midfield, inviting Kramarić to float ahead. The gamble bore mixed fruit: Croatia were vulnerable to Russia’s high press, yet once Mandžukić’s intelligent cross found Kramarić unmarked, order was restored. The Russian defence, momentarily hypnotised, left Kramarić free to nod home. The stadium’s silence was like the held breath of an entire nation.

As the match wore on, Dalić adjusted, inserting Brozović and freeing Modrić and Rakitić to orbit higher. Slowly, inexorably, Croatia claimed the middle of the chessboard. Modrić in particular unfurled his influence—turning, pointing, measuring time itself with each delicate touch.

The Tragedy of Fernandes, the Cruelty of the Gods

Extra time swung again, as football often does, like a pendulum with a blade. After Vida’s goal seemed to seal Croatia’s ascendancy, Russia dredged up one final act of collective will. From Dzagoev’s delivery, Mário Fernandes—who would later inhabit the cruel theatre of missed penalties—powered home an equaliser that detonated the Russian bench into a sprint of delirium. They leapt barriers, tumbled into embraces, feeding off a communal madness.

It would not last. Penalties are a distillation of football’s deepest dread, the point at which technique and psychology meet under a withering sun. Smolov attempted a panenka, a fragile conceit that betrayed the nervous mind, and Subašić devoured it. When Fernandes, flush from his heroics, dragged his own attempt wide, it felt as though destiny itself had leaned down to whisper: not tonight.

Modrić’s Wicked Luck, Rakitić’s Inevitable Calm

When Modrić stepped up, he seemed spent. His penalty was modest, paltry even, pushed by Akinfeev onto the post—but football’s impish gods decreed it ricochet across the goal line and nestle inside the opposite net. Even luck appeared to bend to Modrić’s exhausted grandeur.

And then Rakitić, with that studied air of a man signing off the final line of a script already written. Calmly, inevitably, he found the corner. Croatia erupted, a small nation of four million roaring across continents.

Russia’s Poignant Exit and Football’s Brief Illuminations

For Russia, there was only ache, though of the noble kind. Stanislav Cherchesov’s side had advanced far beyond ridicule into a quarter-final that gave them vivid, luminous memories. They did not bolt the doors as they had against Spain; they dared to stride out, to impose themselves, to create. In the end, they died by the same open spirit that made them new heroes.

The Now or Never of Croatia

England’s scouts would have seen all this—the way Croatia’s midfield can smother opponents once Brozović frees Modrić, the warning bells of fatigue in their ageing core, the way Perišić ghosted in to strike the post, the vulnerability on set pieces.

For Croatia, the future is both a promise and a threat. Modrić, Rakitić, Mandžukić, Subašić—all on the wrong side of 30, all knowing that this World Cup might be their last waltz at the grandest ballroom. And so they dance with desperation that makes them dangerous, chasing not merely victory, but immortality against the creeping dark.

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Faisal Caesar 

A Kick, a Country, a Miracle: Akinfeev’s Moment and the Fall of Spain

When the moment finally came—when 144 million Russians and many more around the world held their breath—Igor Akinfeev did not flinch. As Iago Aspas struck his penalty, the Luzhniki Stadium froze. Akinfeev dove right, the ball flew left, and it should have been over. But somehow, impossibly, it wasn’t. With a last swing of his trailing leg, he diverted the ball away. The miracle was real. Russia, the hosts dismissed as the worst team in their history, had defeated Spain, the supposed heirs of tiki-taka’s fading crown. A 1–1 draw gave way to a 4–3 win on penalties, and as white shirts flooded the field, a nation's joy overflowed.

Spain are gone. Andrés Iniesta, the architect of their golden age, has played his final game in red. “The saddest day of my career,” he called it—and he will not be alone in departing. The last remnants of the 2010 World Cup champions bowed out with neither fire nor fury, undone not by brilliance but by a doggedness they could neither match nor unravel.

Russia resisted. They resisted for 120 grueling minutes. They resisted 1,107 Spanish passes. They resisted the weight of history and the suffocating inevitability of defeat. “To resist is to win,” Juan Negrín once said. Russia did both.

For Spain, this was a match shaped by shadows—shadows of scandal, of disrupted preparation, of a managerial crisis sparked just 48 hours before the tournament began. Fernando Hierro, the reluctant and temporary steward, described the exit as a matter of “fine margins.” But those margins were Spain’s to manage, and they failed.

Spain played as if hypnotized by their own style—passing endlessly, beautifully, pointlessly. They suffocated the game but not their opponent. David de Gea, strangely ghostlike throughout this tournament, managed to get a touch on three Russian penalties—but not a single save. The cold statistics will read: more than 1,000 passes, one goal, and one long, slow defeat.

Early on, Spain found an unexpected lead. In the 11th minute, a teasing free kick curled into the box, Sergio Ramos wrestled for space, and the ball ricocheted off Sergei Ignashevich’s leg—an own goal. Russia’s plan of containment was pierced. The Luzhniki groaned. Moments later, a Mexican wave crept around the stands—not in joy, but in resignation, or worse, boredom.

Spain had the ball. And the ball. And more of the ball. But almost none of the danger. The illusion of control became their undoing.

Then, with little warning, the mood shifted. Artem Dzyuba outjumped Ramos and won a long ball, igniting a sudden Russian surge. Roman Zobnin curled an effort wide. It was Russia’s first meaningful attack—and soon, they had their equalizer. From a corner, Dzyuba rose again, and Gerard Piqué, with his arm inexplicably raised, provided the penalty. Dzyuba himself converted, coolly. Spain had their answer: 75 percent possession, zero control.

For all the quality on the pitch, the match was largely dreadful. Spain’s domination was sterile; Russia’s resistance was calculated and content. Diego Costa was a phantom, barely involved. Isco touched the ball often but influenced little. As the minutes dragged and shadows lengthened, both teams drifted into a kind of anxious inertia, each fearing the moment more than chasing it.

Aspas came on and nearly broke the spell, setting up Iniesta with a clever layoff. Akinfeev saved. Aspas fired the rebound just wide. Rodrigo, in extra time, provided rare urgency, bursting down the flank and forcing another stop. But drama remained an idea rather than a fact. The VAR room blinked but did not intervene as Ramos fell under pressure. With seconds left, Rodrigo again surged forward, nearly denying the inevitable. But this, at last, was destined for penalties.

By then, rain had begun to fall. Exhaustion was visible on every face. Tension blanketed the stadium. Denis Cheryshev—raised in Spain—converted calmly. Koke’s effort was saved. Aspas, the final taker, faced Akinfeev. The keeper lunged, the ball flew away off his foot, and Russia had done it. Akinfeev—once a national scapegoat, now a national hero—stood with arms aloft. Spain, for all their history, were lost.

Andrés Iniesta, the man who brought Spain its greatest moment in Johannesburg eight years earlier, walked away for the last time. There would be no second golden era. Spain’s World Cup began in chaos and ended in silence, their last act one of tragic symmetry: control without threat, beauty without bite.

Russia, the unlikeliest of survivors, go on—dragging with them the weight of disbelief, the strength of unity, and the memory of the night Igor Akinfeev kicked a nation into the quarter-finals.

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Faisal Caesar

Algeria’s Long-Awaited Redemption: History, Nerves, and a Nation’s Release

At last, Algeria have breached the frontier that for so long had mocked them: the knockout stages of the World Cup. Their passage — secured by a fraught, fervid 1-1 draw with Russia — was drenched not only in sweat and adrenaline but also in the spectral weight of history. For it is Germany, the heirs to West Germany’s infamy in 1982, who now await them in the next round. Thirty-two years and a single day since the “Disgrace of Gijón,” Algeria have returned to reclaim a narrative that once left them betrayed.

Yet their triumph was not without controversy. As Islam Slimani rose to nod home the crucial equaliser, Russia’s goalkeeper Igor Akinfeev found himself bathed in the eerie glow of a green laser from the stands. His complaints afterwards, though perhaps justified, could not reverse the tide of history or quell the Algerian celebrations that burst forth in seismic relief when the final whistle came.

When it did, the pent-up tension of decades gave way. Algerian players spilled onto the field in a riot of joy, flags unfurled, tears mingling with sweat. They embarked on a euphoric lap of honour, serenaded by thousands of travelling fans whose subsidised pilgrimage had transformed the stadium into a pocket of Algiers. This was more than just progression. It was absolution, and the long-awaited shattering of an invisible ceiling.

Russia Strike Early, Algeria’s Past Looms

It had been a perilous path. This was, in effect, a playoff cloaked in group-stage clothing: winner advances, loser exits. Algeria, with the slight cushion of knowing a draw would almost certainly suffice unless South Korea conjured something miraculous far away in São Paulo, could still ill afford complacency. Especially not when Russia struck with such cold precision.

Barely five minutes had passed when Oleg Shatov, with a craftsman’s touch, swept in a first-time cross from the left. Alexander Kokorin, elegant and emphatic, soared to power a header into the top corner. It was a goal of simplicity and clinical timing, made more cruel by the fact that Sofiane Feghouli, Algeria’s creative dynamo, was momentarily off the field receiving treatment for a bleeding head.

For an hour thereafter, Algeria’s dream seemed to teeter. Russia, uncharacteristically open and swift, poured forward with brisk interchanges. Denis Glushakov weaved through in a fine solo foray only to be crowded out; Kokorin flashed another header wide; Shatov bent a swerving shot narrowly past the post. Algeria’s occasional forays — including Slimani’s appeals for a tug inside the box and two menacing headers — only underlined how slender their margin was, how tightly history’s jaws threatened to snap shut.

A Second-Half of Nerves, Fouls and Destiny

Russia nearly extended their lead spectacularly just after the restart. Samedov surged forward, playing a dazzling one-two with Fayzulin, another with Kokorin, slicing through Algeria’s rearguard. But Rais M’Bolhi was off his line like a thunderclap, smothering the shot with his chest. Next came Kerzhakov, his deflected attempt looping harmlessly over. Each wave of Russian pressure seemed to chip at Algeria’s composure.

And yet Algeria clung to their blueprint: reach Slimani by air. Feghouli and Aissa Mandi combined to tee up a cross just beyond his reach. Then came the turning point. A cynical tug by Kombarov earned him a booking. Moments later, Kozlov repeated the indiscretion on the opposite flank. Djabou stood over the free-kick and delivered a ball that was as teasing as it was lethal. Slimani rose amid the chaos, and though Akinfeev’s timing was fractionally off — laser or no laser — the header was emphatic.

The stadium detonated. Smoke coiled into the humid air, green shirts raced away in exultation, Slimani fell to the turf and kissed it, the ground now hallowed by redemption. Algeria were, at long last, on the cusp.

Hanging On: A Climax Wrought From Fear and Hope

The remaining minutes were a maelstrom of Russian desperation and Algerian dread. Fayzulin’s shot slipped alarmingly through M’Bolhi’s gloves before he pounced to smother. Kerzhakov was denied at close range. The crowd, sensing the scale of the moment, whistled and roared with every Russian incursion. Algeria’s lines sank ever deeper, the pitch seemed to contract. Kozlov’s header, drifting just wide in the dying moments, was Russia’s final lament.

When the whistle came, it unleashed a festival decades in the making. Players collapsed, others sprinted to embrace each other. In the stands, a green tide of supporters wept, sang, and danced. The ghosts of 1982 — of that notorious alliance between West Germany and Austria which coldly engineered Algeria’s elimination — were at last laid to rest. Now it is Germany who stand in Algeria’s path again, offering a poetic symmetry no scriptwriter could have resisted.

A Night to Remember for Algeria

Algeria’s manager, Vahid Halilhodzic, had called it beforehand: “This could be historic.” When he said it, it sounded like a hope. Now it is forever etched in the annals of both Algerian and World Cup lore — not merely for reaching the last sixteen, but for the raw, human theatre of how they did it. For surviving early blows, for standing amid controversy, for enduring a siege with hearts hammering, for refusing once more to be robbed by history.

The journey is not over. But already, this night stands as testament to football’s power to resurrect old wounds, and to heal them in the same breath. Algeria have waited a generation for such release. Against Russia, under the floodlights and deafening with drums, they found it.

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Faisal Caesar