Haiti lost 3-0 to Brazil. On paper, that is the story: one of football’s great superpowers handling a side making only their second World Cup appearance, their first since 1974.

But that’s not really the story. The more meaningful image came before the score settled. Haiti, in blue and red, standing on the biggest stage in the game again, a team carrying a country that has spent the last half-century appearing in international news coverage largely through catastrophe, instability and crisis, suddenly given the chance to be seen in another light.

That may sound sentimental, but the World Cup is one of the few events left with the scale to create this kind of moment. For all its bloated infrastructure, its corporate language and its ability to turn a local feeling into a global commodity, football has an unusual capacity to gather people. It can pull a country into the same room, even when that country is not physically in the same place.

Haiti’s route to this tournament makes that particularly clear. Les Grenadiers qualified without playing a single home match in Haiti. Their “home” fixtures were staged in Curaçao, with the national stadium in Port-au-Prince unavailable, the capital 85% controlled by gangs and severe civil unrest across the island making ordinary football logistics impossible.

It is an extraordinary thing to say about a national team: that the road to the World Cup was travelled without being able to return home. And yet the team still qualified. That tells you something about Haiti now, but also about football’s odd relationship with distance.

The Haitian national side is not a team based in one place, representing another. It is a map of a wider Haitian world: players born or developed in France, the United States, Canada and elsewhere; supporters watching from Port-au-Prince, Brooklyn, Miami, Montreal, Boston, Paris and beyond; families who have remained close to a country whether or not geography has allowed them to stay there.

For many nations, the World Cup is an opportunity to perform a version of themselves. For Haiti, it has felt more like a reunion. The football has created a shared point of focus for people spread across borders, time zones and circumstances.

This is what football can do when it is working properly: it can give people a temporary common language. Sure, it doesn’t permanently fix anything. Haiti’s national team cannot solve the political instability, economic hardship or violence that have made ordinary life so difficult for so many Haitians.

But it can offer something else: a different image, a different mood and a reminder that a country is never only the version of it that circulates most often in the international imagination.

Haiti has a long and complicated football history, one that deserves to be understood beyond this tournament. The country qualified for the 1974 World Cup in West Germany, where Emmanuel Sanon scored against Italy, ending Dino Zoff’s remarkable unbeaten run. That moment has endured because it was bigger than its place in the match. It was Haiti arriving at a competition where it had never been invited to speak.

This summer has carried some of that same energy because participation changes the texture of possibility and often gives younger Haitians another set of images to grow up with.

There is a tendency, especially around the World Cup, to turn stories like Haiti’s into neat narratives of resilience and ask people to make something inspiring from circumstances that should never have been imposed on them in the first place.

However, Haiti’s World Cup is more interesting than that. It is about pride, certainly, but also about connection and the fact that national identity can survive migration, displacement and separation.

Okay, Haiti may have lost their games to both Scotland and Brazil, but the country’s presence at the tournament is the larger result. Because for a few weeks this summer, millions of Haitians, at home and across the world, have been able to look at the same pitch, wear the same colours and feel part of the same thing.

That, right there, is football’s greatest trick. Not the goals or the trophies, but the ability to unite an entire nation – if only for a moment.