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Norway Buried Brazil. The Chicken Watched It Happen.

A five-time champion is out. Norway reached their first World Cup quarter-final with a late double, and a tiny chicken in the stands saw the whole thing.

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Chickenpie-style vintage cartoon of a floodlit stadium erupting in red-and-white celebration as players in yellow trudge off, with Mr. Chicken watching from the crowd in a fan scarf
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CategoryArt & illustrations
PublishedJul 06, 2026
Read time1 min
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  • World Cup
  • Football
  • Sports

Five stars on the shirt. Zero on the scoreboard when it counted. Brazil are out of the World Cup, and Norway are the ones who sent them home.

A five-time champion arrived as everyone's semi-final default. They leave in the last 16, undone by a Norway side reaching their first quarter-final ever. A late double from the towering Norwegian striker flipped a nervy night into a rout, and the crowd turned into a sea of red and white.

The picture that lingers isn't a goal. It's Brazilian fans filing out early, writing off the small fortune they spent to be in the building. When your own supporters leave before the whistle, the scoreline is the smallest of your worries.

Norway's coach called it the greatest day in the nation's football history. Their striker settled on "one of the sickest." On a night like this, both can be true. The giant fell, the underdog roared, and one small cream-colored chicken in the stands waved a pennant and watched the whole thing happen.

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