Displacement

Lisbon, Wednesday night: the floodlights at Estádio da Luz cut through the Atlantic drizzle like a bored interrogator’s lamp. Down on the pitch, Benfica—Portugal’s ever-expectant eagle—face Qarabağ, the Azerbaijani outfit that most Europeans still spell-check twice. On paper it’s a Champions League group-stage fixture; in the grander ledger of human folly, it’s a referendum on…