England’s dreaming: Euro 2020 final offers chance to scratch 55-year itch

At 10.11pm on a cool Wednesday night at a febrile, fevered Wembley Stadium, Harry Kane stepped forward. It had been a tightly-knotted, impossibly close semi-final: the kind where the tension winds itself around your guts like a sickness, where the picture seems to blur a little at the edges, where everything feels real and not real at once. England and Denmark were locked at one-all. Thirteen minutes into extra time, Kane had the key.

Kane stepped up to take his penalty: sturdily, not confidently, almost as if the baggage of 55 years was tethered to him as he ran. The penalty was saved by Kasper Schmeichel but ran free; Kane buried the rebound, and in that moment England were coming home. For the first time in men’s football, they are European Championship finalists; their game against Italy at Wembley on Sunday evening certain to be one of this country’s biggest ever sporting occasions, reports The Guardian.

Mikkel Damsgaard’s scintillating first-half free-kick was swiftly cancelled out by Simon Kjær’s own goal for England just before half-time. And yet the bare facts of the evening barely scratch at the surface of this enormous shared cultural experience, watched in person by 66,000 fans and on television by an audience that will probably touch 30 million. Everyone will have their own personal memory of this game: the pub or living room they watched it in, the parents or siblings or friends or strangers they watched it with, what they were doing and thinking at the moment Kane’s shot hit the net.

For Gareth Southgate, England’s coach, this will have felt like something different entirely. Sunday’s game will be the culmination of a task that in many ways was set out for him from the moment he stepped off the Wembley pitch after missing a penalty against Germany in 1996, and which – despite everything – still remains tantalisingly incomplete. England had lost their last four tournament semi-finals. They have not won a major trophy since 1966. That hoodoo has never felt closer to being broken.

A word for the fearless, exhausted Danes, who fought to the very last second, their minds engaged even as their bodies began to flag. For Kasper Hjulmand’s team this was a pilgrimage, the end of a long and harrowing journey that has changed them all: profoundly, forever. The vision of their talisman Christian Eriksen lying lifeless on the pitch continues to haunt them; his stirring recovery continues to uplift them. Remarkably, they qualified after losing their first two games. Despite everything, Denmark leave Wembley with their faith in miracles intact.

Wembley was a noisy three-quarters full: 66,000 wedged in shoulder to sweaty shoulder for the ultimate super-spreader event. Except here it was joy and hope and longing being spread from person to person on an industrial scale. And, let’s be frank, probably Covid too. In the seconds before kick-off Raheem Sterling prayed. Kyle Walker threw some grass into the air for good luck. Together they knelt; nobody booed. At precisely 8pm, the Dutch referee Danny Makkelie began proceedings.

England began in a rocket-powered frenzy. Denmark, meanwhile, were happy to play the long game. They had begun the more cautious side, but as they settled it was England whose wind began to blow out. After half an hour a curiously powered-down England conceded two free-kicks on the edge of their penalty area. From the second, Damsgaard curled and swerved and dipped a brilliant shot through the taut Wembley air, over the wall and into the top corner.