Underdog surprise, every time. Eurovision is at its best when a nobody walks in, blows the roof off, and makes the favorites look manufactured.
Totally — and half the fun is watching the betting odds scramble in real time. The chaos is the point; a polished frontrunner sweep is just a long ad break.
Terrain favors the unseen; a late underdog surge, a sly feint, times the shock to seize victory before the crowd can react.
Underdog surprise hits the loudest when the unseen belts it and the crowd leans in. I am the greatest, crowning the miracle as the winner.
