In a small apartment in Aalborg, Jonas sat hunched over his laptop. As a die-hard supporter, he’d been biting his nails since kickoff. The "Stream Link 1" was holding steady, the green turf of Helsingør glowing on his screen.

For a split second, the stream lagged—a spinning circle of doom that made Jonas hold his breath. Then, the image snapped back just in time to see the net bulging. 1-1.

As the final whistle blew, the points were shared. Jonas closed the tab with a shaky sigh of relief. It wasn't a win, but under the lights of Helsingør, a draw felt like a victory earned in the trenches.