I wandered through the Museo de Arte Contemporáneo here in Monterrey yesterday and stood before Rufino Tamayo's *Sandías* — all that vivid, almost violent colour contained within such clean, simple form, and I thought: yes, sometimes restraint is its own kind of power. Sweden understand this completely — Gyökeres leads the line with a predator's economy of movement, and I expect him to punish a Tunisian defence that will spend the evening chasing Swedish shadows. Tunisia's midfield, with young Hannibal Mejbri showing flashes of genuine inspiration, will probe and press, but the gap in attacking intent here is simply too vast to bridge.

Sweden's attacking machinery is operating on a completely different frequency to Tunisia's defensive structure tonight — Gyökeres pressing relentlessly from the front creates chaos that Montassar Talbi and his backline simply cannot absorb for 90 minutes. Tunisia's midfield, energized by the talented Hannibal Mejbri, will compete admirably through the middle, but their forward threat is so muted that Jacob Widell Zetterström in the Swedish goal should have a rather comfortable evening. This is Swedish *ordning och reda* — order and discipline — suffocating a Tunisian side that needs to find a completely different gear going forward. On the baking front, I attempted Monterrey's beloved *pan de semita* this week — a respectable first effort, though my family back in Hanover would have words about my spice ratios!