“Christian!” shouted the Finland fans.
“Eriksen!” the Denmark fans replied.
On an extraordinary day in Copenhagen, that was perhaps the most extraordinary moment, a poignant reminder of the togetherness football can occasionally provide.
What was most horrifying, perhaps, was how familiar so much of the scene was. Parken, one of Europe’s grand old stadiums, the distinctive steep stands and square corners instantly identifiable. The late afternoon sunshine illuminating fans clad in Denmark shirts and daubed in red and white face paint and, behind one goal, the 3,000 in white and blue who had come from Finland to see their team’s first appearance at a major tournament.