Giorgio Chiellini embodies Italy’s never-say-die spirit in battle with familiar foe Alvaro Morata

Before every kick-off, Italy’s players line up, clasp each other around the shoulders and waists, and scream the words “siam pronti alla morte” into the sky above them; translation: “we are ready to die”. There are few better anthems, and few more consistently stirring renditions in international football’s grand repertoire, but you are always left with the impression that one player means that particular line more than the rest.

And for Giorgio Chiellini, that line will have taken on a different resonance during this tournament. “I’m here with great enthusiasm to experience what will probably be my last event with the national team,” he admitted before Euro 2020 started. A new contract with Juventus is imminent, and the next World Cup may only be 18 months away, but Chiellini is 37 in August and will be 38 by the time of Qatar.

This summer is the slow, steady but irreversible dying of the light. The strength, the cunning, the spirit and the skullduggery are all still there – as are the scars of battle – but the minor flaws are exaggerated now. He has lost a yard of pace that was never there to begin with. The modern game’s many demands of its centre-half are hard to meet 21 years into your professional career. The mind is willing but the body is slowly, gradually, incrementally but increasingly becoming unable.

One advantage that takes longer to dim, though, is the psychological hold Chiellini has over familiar foes, and few players appear as though they are as susceptible to such binds as Alvaro Morata. Morata knows Chiellini well, of course, from Juventus training sessions, past and present. The Spain striker once described facing him in training as like “being put in a cage with a gorilla and you have to steal his food”. Winning a duel one-on-one in the box with him was “impossible”, he said.

Perhaps that was part of Luis Enrique’s thinking when he made the surprising decision to drop Morata to the substitutes’ bench for what would be a frantic, full-blooded semi-final. Gerard Moreno was overlooked too. Spain would instead play without a recognised centre-forward. It worked, in a way, judging by how Chiellini and his partner Leonardo Bonucci – playing their 325th career game together – struggled to cope with the varied movement of Spain’s attack.

There was one problem. They could not finish. Dani Olmo, the focal point, has now had the most shots of any player in this tournament without scoring. Chiellini blocked one of them, around 25 minutes in, but was powerless to prevent Olmo from striking again on the rebound. Gianluigi Donnarumma saved without breaking sweat. Spain’s profligacy, a theme throughout this tournament, was then only thrown into relief by the quality of Federico Chiesa’s finish for the breakthrough.

Giorgio Chiellini of Italy looks tired during the semi-final against Spain

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Never mind the goal, though. We were now entering real Chiellini hours. Moments after celebrating Chiesa’s breakthrough by securing several members of the Italian bench in chokeholds, he was equally pleased to concede a corner. A cross was then hooked clear first-time, as though he has done it every day of his life for the last quarter of a century or more, because – let’s face it – he probably has. He was enjoying himself.

Morata, at the very same time, was being readied. He’d also heard what you said. He had read your tweets. He had seen your group chat. He kept the receipts, too, and decided all of a sudden that he was not going to put up with it any longer. And though Chiellini may be a bit like a silverback, he’s also a bit like King Kong with the fighter planes. He’s easier to beat if you team up.

After another 18 minutes of playing time – and who knows how long with the ball actually in play – Italy’s stout and strong rearguard was undone. Morata was running at Chiellini, and perhaps that quote about being “impossible” to beat one-on-one came to mind. With Olmo as a willing sounding board, he played an immaculate one-two which took his training ground foe out of the game and put him through on goal. The finish was sublime. The celebration – with a wide and wild-eyed stare down the camera lens – felt significant.

Giovanni Di Lorenzo, Leonardo Bonucci, Andrea Belotti, Matteo Pessina, Domenico Berardi, Giorgio Chiellini and Manuel Locatelli of Italy celebrate

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You were tempted, in those strange, disorienting moments where Morata’s summer had once again turned on its head, to wonder whether this would be his day after all. Whether this might even be his tournament too. Whether he may now finally have the better of his long-time team-mate. In the final stages of normal time and in extra time, he stood a little taller. His head was raised. His chest puffed out. He looked like the striker he was always meant to be, the one that Chiellini and many other team-mates know he can be. A second goal felt possible.

Alvaro Morata reacts after Spain suffer defeat to Italy on penalties

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But instead, there would be penalties. It’s not that Morata does not like penalties – in normal play, he has only missed two of the 13 that he has taken – but as he stepped up to take Spain’s fourth kick of the shoot-out, there was that look. You know the one. The one of resignation. The one which suggests a knowledge of death at the door, and a fear of it too. Contrast that with Chiellini.

Perhaps the comparison is unfair. Italy’s captain did not take one, after all – that was left to fresher legs – but the psychology of leading his teammates through the test from 12 yards was just as important. He spent the coin toss laughing, joking, arguing, hugging his counterpart Jordi Alba and, most of all, making sure that Italy would kick first. When it was underway, he was at the centre of the huddle, encouraging those who had volunteered, willing them to face down the fear.

It could all have been over for Chiellini after this shoot-out. This might have been the end. He could have spent tonight staring into the abyss that Morata and his Spain teammates are looking down. But that is nothing new. Every time he has played for the Azzurri, Chiellini has been ready to die. Siam pronti alla morte. But not yet. Not yet.