You opened your own World Cup party by gifting the guests a 21st-minute set-piece header and then spending the next hour pretending corners are a personality. Canada, you hoarded the ball like it owed you money. Nearly 68 percent possession and the best you could conjure for your all-time top scorer was a tame shot straight at the keeper. Jonathan David has 39 international goals to his name and you served him up a chance he could fire directly at Nikola Vasilj. That is not a chance. That is a handshake.

Bosnia, your business model was 'score once, become a wall, collect your point.' Credit where it is due: it almost worked. You sat deep, forced Canada wide, and watched nine corners crash uselessly into your defensive shape. Your own goalscorer Jovo Lukic then went and collected a yellow card for serious foul play before the first half was even over, so the man who gave you the lead nearly handed it straight back. Disciplinary irony is a dish best served inside 45 minutes.

Then, in the 76th minute, Jesse Marsch rolled the dice and threw on substitute Cyle Larin. One hundred and twenty-one seconds later: 1-1. Canada's first ever World Cup point, delivered by a man who had barely gotten his shins warm. If your entire attacking plan needed a fresh pair of legs off the bench to unlock it in two minutes flat, that is not a tactical masterstroke. That is an accidental confession that you started the wrong lineup.