The Premier League: the most boring exciting league in the world?

Manchester United 8-2 Arsenal. Blackburn 4-3 Arsenal. United 3-1 Chelsea. QPR 1-0 Chelsea. United 1-6 Manchester City. Chelsea 3-5 Arsenal. Chelsea 2-1 City. United 2-3 Blackburn. Chelsea 1-3 Aston Villa. Sunderland 1-0 City. Fulham 2-1 Arsenal. Newcastle 3-0 United.

Almost any fan of the Premier League will agree that this season has been the most exciting for some time, with unexpected results and thrilling games coming each and every week.

So why is it so boring?

Despite all the shocks, almost everyone is where you would have expected them to be before a ball was kicked. Man City have the best squad in the league and are consequently three points ahead of United, who are well-led as always by Sir Alex Ferguson but are just missing a little quality. Tottenham have strengthened and are making a concerted push for the Champions League, whilst Chelsea are struggling to cope with an ageing squad and Arsenal have continued their downward trajectory. Liverpool spent £18 million on Stewart Downing and are consequently sixth.

At the bottom, the only real surprise is Bolton, who have been atrocious. Otherwise, Wigan are always in the relegation zone at this time of year and Blackburn, despite more than one astonishing win, have been as bad as, if not worse than, they were in the second half of last season. Promoted QPR enjoyed a good start but have trailed off and fired their manager in a bid to avoid plummeting back down into the Championship.

That only one of the three in the relegation zone is an unexpected candidate is especially odd because there have been so many really poor teams in the current campaign. Sunderland, pre-Martin O’Neill, were simply awful, and put in the worst performance I’ve seen in person this season when they came to Carrow Road – yes, worse than Blackburn. Aston Villa, victory at Stamford Bridge aside, have been limp and toothless, and would be right in the mix to go down in almost any other year gone by. Yet they are seven points clear in 13th.

For all the twists and turns in the Premier League this season, there are only three surprises for my money: Newcastle, Norwich and the aforementioned Bolton.

Some may see this as exactly what we should want from a season – unpredictable results but a final table that sees the best teams finish where they deserve. Maybe that’s true. But for me, true excitement comes from seeing something unexpected really upsetting the apple cart.

Newcastle’s prolonged stay in the top four at the start of the season was fantastic but couldn’t have lasted. If Chelsea’s difficult transitional year results in them slipping out of the Champions League, that will also be really fascinating from a neutral point of view. But there is no fun in the sense of inevitability – no matter how hard you shake the Premier League, it feels, the pieces will land in exactly the same pattern.

Goodbye Blackpool, and blog reformat

It’s been a quiet year on the blog but this is the first post of an updated iteration. Welcome to the renamed CDB Sport, which will incorporate mainly football but also occasional articles on cricket, and will publish weekly every Friday here on www.georgeankers.com.

“But George,” I hear you cry, “today is a Monday!”

Yes. Yes it is.

Now, to business. I haven’t had a great deal of opportunity to watch live football over the last few months but I did get to watch the final day of the Premier League season, specifically Manchester United 4 – 2 Blackpool, a game that perfectly summed up why we all wanted Blackpool to pull off the impossible and stay up. Facing a team that was far stronger than some of the pre-match reports would have had you believe, the Tangerines gave it everything – they were unlucky not to score in the first minute when Keith Southern scuffed a great chance across the far post – and kept going even after United pulled off a lethal counterattack (a brilliant finish from Park Ji-Sung, one of the best unsung heroes in the league). Charlie Adam was in excellent form, scything through the defence frequently and scoring a perfectly-pitched free kick to give Blackpool hope just before half-time. The indications seem to be that he will be heading to Liverpool this summer, but if you ask me, he’s exactly the sort of player that would fit very well into the United midfield.

When Gary Taylor-Fletcher finished an incredible move to give them the lead shortly after the break, everything had lined up perfectly for Ian Holloway’s side to get away with it, but from then on, United slowly but surely began to monopolise the ball, and you could see that things were about to see-saw the other day. Blackpool’s leaky defence (74 goals conceded prior to the last day) was never likely to stand up to such continued pressure from a team who were hardly going through the motions as some had expected. The heartbreak was that it was Ian Evatt, so immense in leading the resistance from the back all season, who lamely deflected the ball into this own net to tip the balance for good.

This particular match may not have worked out in Blackpool’s favour but it’s this sort of thriller that encapsulates why we’ve loved seeing them in the Premier League – Holloway’s refusal to play the odds and set his team up to frustrate and defend has resulted in the most genuinely exciting team in the league, going forward in swashbuckling style whatever the match situation and aiming to score one more than the opposition. The recent 4-3 game against Bolton was possibly the best of the whole season.

Of course now the side will be ripped apart by transfer raids this summer, with the likes of Adam, the excellent Matthew Gilks, Evatt, David Vaughan, Neal Eardley and so on all set to move on, but at least all along the board has budgeted for relegation. Blackpool will not suffer financially for this relegation, but their financial model is still small even by Championship standards – being among the favourites to come back up next year is hardly a given, and will depend on Holloway’s ability to cobble together another ragtag side on a low budget. He’s done it once, though – I think we all hope he’ll do it again.

This Friday in the first of the weekly updates I’ll be discussing the upcoming Champions League final and possibly some of the other ramifications of the end of the Premier League season. See you then.

Qatar 2022 proves FIFA are unfit for purpose

No need for Panorama investigations – FIFA have proved themselves unworthy of governing football and its greatest tournament. Waiting on tenterhooks for the decision of the 22 Executive Committee members, I was shocked and appalled to find that they have chose Russia to host the 2018 World Cup and, worse, Qatar in 2022.

Let’s start with Russia. The only 2018 bidding nation that was awarded a “medium risk” rating on the technical reports that FIFA spent £3m commissioning (the other three bids were rated “low risk”), Russian football has a massive, all-pervasive problem with racism that has gone untackled by the game’s authorities. In a high-profile recent example, Peter Odemwingie, the black Nigerian forward, was sold by Lokomotiv Moscow to West Brom over the summer and, in response, the Lokomotiv fans unfurled a banner saying “Thanks West Brom” with a banana in the middle. Russian authorities insisted the banner was “not racist” and nobody was punished. They argued that “to get a banana” is a common slang term in Russia for failing a test of some kind, but the phrase “existed in the time of the Soviet Union and has almost disappeared from the slang”, according to Galina Kozhevnikova, deputy director of the Russian SOVA Centre for Information and Analysis. This on top of stories from many other black footballers who have all suffered similar abuse from Russian fans. FIFA talks a good game about respect and purging racism from football, but it’s still the same old organisation that issues harsher fines to South African bar owners who write “welcome to the World Cup” in their windows for commercial infringement than it does to clubs or nations whose fans display racist behaviour. If FIFA was at all serious about stamping out racism, they would have refused to consider Russia as a host nation until the situation improved. That would get them to do something about it.

But Qatar 2022 makes Russia look like a good choice. The only bid from either year to receive a “high risk” rating, it means that the two highest-risk bids were given the tournament – why did FIFA spend so much money on commissioning the technical reports if they weren’t going to listen to them? Here’s what else makes Qatar 2022 such an awful idea:

• In Qatar, slavery is legal. “Homosexual behaviour” is not.
• In Qatar, women are second class citizens.
• The Qatar bid has promised to invent technology that can aircondition the stadia during matches. But what are they going to do outside the stadia, where temperatures will be in the region of 55 degrees Celsius?
• Qatar say they’ll let Israel in if they qualify, and Israeli fans too. But what if Israel don’t qualify? Will Israeli fans still be allowed to enter the country? Did FIFA ask this question, and if so, why haven’t we been told the answer?
• Qatar is smaller than Connecticut. It’s smaller than Yorkshire. It has one city. In this city there are going to be 12 stadia. The entire country has a population of 1.7 million. How is a country that size supposed to deal with the amount of visitors who will flock to the World Cup (anywhere from 500,000 to 1,000,000, according to reports)?

The top two points are the most important of all. Qatar should have been discounted from candidacy immediately on human rights grounds. You simply cannot give that kind of credibility to a country still in the 15th century when it comes to attitudes to slavery, homosexuality, and women. Regardless of Qatar’s ability to actually stage the thing effectively, you can’t reward that. FIFA make a lot of noise about football being a force for good, but giving Qatar the World Cup won’t change anything. If a naughty child wants a Playstation, you tell him he can’t have it until he changes his ways. You don’t buy it for him first and then ask nicely. FIFA’s decision is a joke on all levels, an indictment of their desire for cash over the betterment of the game. If Sepp Blatter wasn’t so desperate to win a fourth term as President and secure his Nobel Peace Prize legacy by taking the World Cup to historic regions, he wouldn’t have held the biddings for 2018 and 2022 at the same time, because of course that is going to cause collusion and underhanded deals. There can be no doubt that part of Qatar’s victory (and Russia’s as well) has come from agreements between bids to swap votes in the different bids. Mohammed bin Hammam, Qatar’s representative on the FIFA Ex-Co, openly confirmed that Qatar and Spain/Portugal had agreed to swap votes but that “this is not collusion. It’s perfectly legal”. How can you stand for that and call yourself a clean organisation?

If FIFA won’t recognise its own flaws then others will have to do it for them. Someone has to stand up to them. It might need national FAs to break away from FIFA to get something done. But this has got to be put right for the good of the game.

Don’t be fooled: Capello still stifling England’s future

Fabio Capello tonight announced his England squad to face France at Wembley on Wednesday, and it looks very much like the only bold, positive changes have been made out of desperation rather than a serious desire to rejuvenate the national side.

Since the World Cup debacle Capello seems very much to have taken a short-term view, looking only at the remaining two years on his contract. His desire to persist with the old guard who have failed time after time was made clear last month against Montenegro, when he openly displayed the fact that he’s not serious about Jack Wilshere as an option at full international level. In that turgid game, where England were crying out for some creativity, Capello left Wilshere, who has been displaying exactly that kind of creativity prominently for Arsenal this season, on the bench. I have no doubts now that Wilshere’s presence in recent squads has been nothing more than a token gesture to placate those calling for new blood in the team. Unfortunately, today’s squad just takes that further.

If Jermain Defoe, Wayne Rooney and Frank Lampard were all fit, you can be sure that Andy Carroll, Jay Bothroyd and Jordan Henderson would not have been called up for this game. All three of them absolutely deserve their places in the squad (although Bothroyd does represent a gamble, considering his excellent form has come in the Championship), and the reason why I believe that is that Wolves’ Matt Jarvis was excluded. On current form, few Premier League players are outperforming left winger Jarvis, who did well again today under the eyes of the England manager, but Gareth Barry is fit and so he makes the squad in his stead, despite having been very poor in his last few internationals and quiet in a slumping Manchester City side.

Another who should without a doubt be in the squad is Bolton’s Gary Cahill, who made his long-deserved debut against Bulgaria, but he’s not there either. What exactly is Capello going to learn from playing Terry and Ferdinand at centre-half on Wednesday? Even if you overlook the fact that the former is not good enough and the latter is approaching Ledley King levels of fragility, the two have 143 caps between them. All they will be doing is denying Cahill and Phil Jagielka valuable experience of international opposition.

In an ideal world, Cahill, Jagielka, Jarvis, Henderson, Carroll, Wilshere and Kieran Gibbs would all start against Laurent Blanc’s there-to-be-taken-advantage-of Bleus. But let’s face it, it’ll be Terry, Ferdinand, an out-of-form James Milner, Barry, Peter Crouch, Steven Gerrard and Ashley Cole in their places. I don’t see how Capello benefits from any of them picking up another cap, with the exception of Milner who should be taking Barry’s place in the middle for Jarvis’ sake, but will inevitably be stranded on the left. Milner these days is an industrious player rather than a creative force, and should be employed in the centre where he was so brilliant for Aston Villa last season.

So sadly, on the face of it, there’s a lot to be optimistic about in this England squad, but under the surface it has “squandered opportunity” written all over it.

Guardiola masterminds the next evolution in tactics

Why has the CDB Pod been quiet for the past few months? Well, a big part of that is that I’ve relocated to Zaragoza in Spain for the year and so there have been various other things to sort out. But what that does mean is that I’ve been able to take in some Spanish football and it’s been a really interesting experience. Today, I’m going to discuss a team I’ve seen twice already this season, the reigning Liga BBVA champions Barcelona. Earlier in the season I made a pilgrimage to the Camp Nou to watch what turned out to be a pretty disappointing game, a 1-1 draw with Mallorca, as well as a trip to La Romareda to watch my local side Real Zaragoza host Barca, which ended 0-2, and in those two games I was really fascinated by Pep Guardiola’s tactics. I was treated to seeing two quite different but revolutionary formations, which confirmed to me that Guardiola is the most exciting, innovative coach currently operating.

We’ll start with Barca’s more frequently used formation over the last six to twelve months, which was in operation at the Camp Nou for the draw with Mallorca. Bearing in mind a depleted first team through injury, this is what it looked like:

Barcelona formation vs. Mallorca, 3rd October 2010

The main innovation of this formation is the use of Sergio Busquets (or his stand-in in this instance, Javier Mascherano) in the deep-lying midfield position as essentially a modern incarnation of the Libero-style sweeper (as has been discussed by the likes of Jonathan Wilson and zonalmarking.net). Rather than being based behind the centre-backs when out of posession as was in the old 5-3-2 formations, Busquets/Mascherano starts around where Claude Makelele used to sit just ahead of them, but when his team are in posession drops further back, in line with the centre-backs, pushing them wider and allowing the full-backs to bomb forward safe in the knowledge that the defence is sufficiently guarded. Busquets isn’t the first to be doing this for Barca – Yaya Toure started the practice circa 2008 – but he’s much more rigidly a centre-half in posession than Toure was.

The benefits of this are several for Barca – one of the big plus points is that Gerard Pique, pushed out on the right of the defensive three, has more freedom to bring his considerable ball-playing technique into play, often instigating many attacking moves by bringing the ball out of defence. With Xavi out of the Mallorca match with injury, this was particularly evident in that game as Pique was arguably the main playmaker on show for them. Also it allows Dani Alves to utilise his full potential as a terror rushing up on the right flank. Alves is an absolute beast but is slightly defensively frail and the reduction in his responsibilities on that front allow him great freedom to rampage at opposition left-backs, who have to deal with him hugging the line as well as Pedro cutting inside from slightly further forward. It’s an effect that is replicated to a lesser extent with Maxwell on the left flank, although obviously Maxwell is not on the same level as Alves. I found it strange that Eric Abidal was playing that role instead of him against Mallorca, who is much more limited as an attacking force and is better utilised as the left centre-back in this formation, and I felt his presence in that position was a contributing factor to Barca’s empty-of-ideas performance in the second half as the game slipped away from them.

The other interesting thing about the Mallorca line-up was that there was no orthodox centre-forward. Where first Samuel Eto’o and then Zlatan Ibrahimovic would have been in seasons gone by, there was an empty space in the centre of the box around which Leo Messi, Bojan Krkic and Pedro floated somewhat nebulously, with Messi nominally through the middle and Bojan cutting in from the left in the role David Villa would presumably have played if he had been fit. Messi was outstanding in the role in the first half, orchestrating everything as Barca cut through Mallorca at will and scored a great placed shot from the edge of the area halfway through the first period.

Several things, however, were different about the system on show with a more complete first eleven away to Zaragoza a few weeks later.

Barcelona formation vs. Zaragoza, 23rd October 2010

This image is of the formation with Barca in posession, and the first thing to notice is Pique, rather than Busquets, in the middle of the three centre-backs, something I found quite strange, as it seemed to inhibit Pique’s playmaking qualities. Busquets in turn looked to be in a more typical holding midfield role. But really the fantastic thing about the system on show at La Romareda was that hardly anyone was actually bound to a particular position. To an extent this will have been prompted by the opposition (Real Zaragoza are a real mess at rock bottom of the the league, although they did manage to take a point off the impressive Valencia away recently), but the team was set up with a great deal of positional fluidity, everyone moving into space wherever they could find it, knowing that a team-mate would be aware enough to move themselves in compensation. A key example of this fluidity was the relative positioning of Alves and Puyol, Puyol playing noticeably wider than the Brazilian throughout the game, with Alves hovering almost as a partner for Seydou Keita in central midfield before moving wider when the ball found his feet. When Zaragoza were on the attack, however, Barca shifted to a more normal flat back four with Alves and Abidal at full-back and Busquets and Keita playing ahead of Pique and Puyol. All this versatility in defensive positioning allowed Guardiola to field essentially four out-and-out forward players, with Andres Iniesta very advanced on the left wing and Messi given total freedom to float around Villa at centre-forward, to devastating effect, might I add.

Obviously this is against the league’s worst side, but the sight of a team fielding four frontline attackers away from home is brilliant to see, and it does seem like Guardiola has arrived upon the evolution of the past six or seven years of defence-minded tactical innovations into its eventual attacking output. By that I mean that when Makelele made the single holding midfield player a must for every successful side, the pragmatic 4-3-3 became the dominant formation in top-level football, a formation that had room for only one out-and-out forward with the wingers having to do plenty of work in midfield rather than go all-out attack. Since then there has been a trend towards trying to open that tactic up to greater attacking flexibility. The previous stage of this was the 4-2-3-1, seen in use by the best teams at the World Cup, and the 4-2-1-3 at Jose Mourinho’s Inter last season, where a pair of defensive midfielders gave greater license to the full-backs to attack at will, and at Inter allowed for three genuine forwards as well. Now, with Barca making defenders less rigid positionally, there are six players in a broad defensive bloc, any of whom can cover for any individual starting or joining attacks. It’s hard to know what to call it (3-3-4? 4-2-4? Jonathan Wilson suggests it’s a return of the W-W or 2-3-2-3.) but Guardiola has managed to find a tactical system which seems to have given him essentially an extra man at each end of the pitch. I can’t wait to see how Mourinho deals with it in the upcoming Clasico.

Premier League preview 2010/11 part 2

MANCHESTER CITY

City are going to be one of the most interesting sides to observe over the next year. Having comfortably outspent the rest of the league put together, Roberto Mancini now has to trim down a strong squad into his twenty-five. His signings so far have been impressive – Yaya Toure and David Silva in particular are genuine world-class players – although Mario Balotelli is a huge risk. There’s no doubt about his potential (and, indeed, current) ability, but his attitude is awful and it seriously impedes him. When James Milner eventually arrives he, too, will be a good addition. City have fixed some of their defensive problems by signing Aleksandar Kolarov, an excellent attacking left-back, and Germany’s Jerome Boateng who will probably play at right-back, although centre-back is still a problem that needs urgent work. It’s impossible to discount City from having a serious title chance, although I think there are still questions over Mancini’s quality. If he does not at least keep pace with the challengers he’ll be gone, but there’s enough quality at Eastlands to finally break into the Champions League promised land. Verdict: 3rd

MANCHESTER UNITED

I don’t think it’s just my personal bias that leads me to think that United will slip down the table a little this year. Their greatest strength of two or three years ago, the central defensive partnership of Nemanja Vidic and Rio Ferdinand, is now something of a worry as Ferdinand’s body quietly falls apart and Vidic’s motivations are seriously questioned. The centre of midfield is either ageing to the extent that starting games will be unusual (Scholes, Giggs) or not quite top class (Carrick, Fletcher, Anderson, Gibson). Javier Hernandez is a great signing up front and has been impressive in pre-season but when you get past him and the utterly-vital Wayne Rooney depth in attack is limited to the underwhelming Dimitar Berbatov and sadly past-it Michael Owen. Of course you can never rule United out but for the first time in a long time they start the season looking slightly weaker than their local rivals. Verdict: 4th

NEWCASTLE UNITED

Put simply, Newcastle look no better than they did two years ago and will probably go back down to the Championship. Chris Hughton’s squad were too good for the second tier but they don’t look like Premier League quality in any area. Goals will be hard to come by, as is to be expected when a side relies on Shola Ameobi as the senior striker. Kevin Nolan is probably the club’s best asset, likely to play just behind Ameobi in the role that saw him score eighteen goals last season, but his efforts are unlikely to be enough. The behind-the-scenes circus which will inevitably flare up at some stage in the season will be no help either. Verdict: 18th

STOKE CITY

In two short years Stoke have established themselves as a Premier League club and are now able to start splashing cash on the likes of Kenwyne Jones, who is a little inconsistent but will bring much-needed power to the Potters’ front line. Tony Pulis has assembled a hard-working squad who may profit from other teams’ deficiencies to build further on their recent league finishes and break into the top ten. Goalkeeping is a strong point, with Thomas Sorensen and Asmir Begovic set to fight for the number 1 jersey, behind the improving Ryan Shawcross at centre-back. Backed by the loudest fans in the league, Stoke have every reason to be optimistic about their chances. Verdict: 9th

SUNDERLAND

Sunderland’s seasons have a habit of tailing off nearly as badly as Aston Villa’s, but I still feel they should do well this year. This is mostly down to Darren Bent, one of the most effective strikers in the division, who can be relied upon to hit the back of the net, and a midfield containing maturing young talents Lee Cattermole and last year’s Young Player of the Year Jordan Henderson which will be bolstered by Cristian Riveros, who was impressive for Paraguay at the World Cup. A lot will depend on how new signing 22-year-old Belgian keeper Simon Mignolet deals with being thrust straight into first-team action deputising for the injured Craig Gordon, but if Sunderland can find the season-long consistency that has eluded them for so long, then I think it will be a good year. Verdict: 8th

TOTTENHAM HOTSPUR

If, as is likely, Spurs overcome Young Boys of Berne to reach the Champions League group stages, then I have a feeling that they may get distracted by their European campaign and lose out on their newfound top four status. There’s plenty to be excited about at White Hart Lane, particularly former Southampton favourite Gareth Bale’s development into a devastating winger, but I think that Manchester City have gone further forward over the summer and Spurs are about where they were at the start of it. Not impossible that they can stay in the Champions League places but more likely that they just miss out. Verdict: 5th

WEST BROMWICH ALBION

Boing, boing, etc. The Baggies should continue their now-customary bouncing between the top two tiers and go straight back where they came from. Their problem remains the same as ever – chairman Jeremy Peace refuses to risk spending £10-15 million on two Premiership-quality strikers and so they don’t score enough goals in the top tier. Roberto di Matteo seems a talented young manager with a little more street smarts than the ultra-idealist Tony Mowbray but I don’t think there’s enough to work with in his squad to survive. Spanish defender Pablo, signed from Atletico Madrid, is a great transfer, though, and should be an important part of their fight against relegation. Verdict: 19th

WEST HAM UNITED

West Ham have done well to keep hold of their key players, particularly the spine of Rob Green, Matthew Upson, Scott Parker and Carlton Cole, and with Uncle Avram at the helm I think there should be some increased stability at Upton Park. That spine has been bolstered by some clever signings like dynamic German midfielder Thomas Hitzlsperger, pacy Mexican winger Pablo Barrera and, surprisingly, New Zealand World Cup hero Winston Reid, who scored that memorable last-gasp equaliser against Slovakia. West Ham won’t pull up any trees this season but they should be clear of the relegation places. Verdict: 15th

WIGAN ATHLETIC

Still struggling to attract many fans, Wigan are unlikely survivors in the Premier League but may escape again thanks to the low quality of the promoted teams. Roberto Martinez is commendable for trying to play stylish football on the awful pitch at the DW Stadium but has yet to have any success with it. Hugo Rodallega should score plenty of goals, although the jury is out on how well the much-feted new signing Mauro Boselli will adapt to life in Wigan. Charles N’Zogbia seems to have found his level here, as well, although rumours that he may be handing in a transfer request soon would be bad for both parties. Antolin Alcaraz and Maynor Figueroa will be reliable in defence as well. Verdict: 16th

WOLVERHAMPTON WANDERERS

Wolves finished fifteenth last year mainly thanks to the inadequacies of those around them and they should probably expect a closer brush with relegation this time around. The squad has not been particularly well strengthened (Steven Fletcher didn’t exactly set the world alight for Burnley last year) and I’m not convinced by Mick McCarthy as a top-flight manager. Goalkeeper Marcus Hahnemann might be the difference between staying up and going down. Verdict: 17th

FA Cup: Manchester United

Carling Cup: Manchester City

Championship: Middlesbrough

League 1: Southampton (no, really!)

League 2: Wycombe Wanderers

Spanish Primera: Barcelona

Italian Serie A: Roma

German Bundesliga: Bayern Munich

Dutch Eredivisie: Ajax

Champions League: Chelsea

Europa League: Stuttgart

Premier League preview 2010/11 part 1

With the international friendlies out of the way (probably not to be discussed again until the first qualifying matches take place) it’s now time to turn our attentions toward club football once again, so here is the Official CDB Pod English Premier League Preview 2010/11, part one. Part two coming tomorrow.

ARSENAL

Arsenal are a tough team to judge this season. At the end of the last campaign it was pretty obvious that Arsene Wenger needed to invest in at least one good centre-half, holding midfielder, centre-forward and goalkeeper – compare to what he’s actually done so far and you can only say for sure that one of those objectives has been achieved, namely Bordeaux striker Marouane Chamakh on a free. Chamakh is an excellent acquisition, especially for nothing, the type of strong forward player who should add a dimension to Arsenal’s attack that has been missing for several years. However the other problems still remain. Manuel Almunia is not a sufficiently good keeper for a club of Arsenal’s aspirations, and Wenger’s refusal to scrape together the surely-not-too-large amounts of cash to prize 37-year-old Mark Schwarzer away from Fulham is a little bizarre. Laurent Koscielny may have arrived from Lorient but both William Gallas and Mikael Silvestre have left at the end of their contracts, so further strength at centre-back is clearly needed. That said, the likes of Alex Song, Carlos Vela, and Samir Nasri look to be finally delivering on their promise and that may be enough to build on the good starts that Arsenal haven’t quite kept going for long enough in past seasons. Verdict:2nd

ASTON VILLA

The period of Aston Villa knocking on the door of the top five looks to be over. Owner Randy Lerner is clearly balking at the fact that the considerable amounts of money he’s already put into the club aren’t nearly enough to actually break into the Champions League reckoning, and inspirational manager Martin O’Neill finally lost his patience with Villa’s slide towards feeder-club status and resigned just a couple of days ago. Reports suggest O’Neill’s attitude towards the wage bill may have been a little cavalier, but it’s entirely understandable how frustrating it must be to do so well for consecutive seasons and, at the end of each, have your best player sold in an embarrassingly public drawn-out transfer saga, as happened to Gareth Barry and is currently happening to James Milner. With his as-yet unknown successor surely tasked with reducing the wage bill, I wouldn’t expect to see much in the way of reinforcement at Villa Park before the end of the transfer window, and coupled with question marks over the motivations of Ashley Young and possibly other players, it looks like they’ll be getting left behind by the teams surrounding them. Brad Friedel and Stephen Warnock remain key figures. Verdict: 10th

BIRMINGHAM CITY

There’s no doubt the Blues punched above their weight last time around and are unlikely to finish quite so strongly again, especially with Joe Hart having returned to Man City, but Alex McLeish’s men should have enough to avoid being caught in a relegation battle. Ben Foster is a clever piece of business to replace Hart, a man hungry to prove himself after stagnating slightly on the Man United bench and establish himself as Hart’s understudy for England. In Scott Dann and Roger Johnson they boast a sterling central defensive pairing, too. The problems come in squad depth further up the field – on a good day new beanpole striker Nikola Zigic is very good, but on a bad day he can be prize pants, and backups like Kevin Phillips, Cameron Jerome and Marcus Bent hardly inspire confidence. Lee Bowyer will struggle to have as good a season as last in the midfield and much may rely on the creative influence of James McFadden to get things done in front of goal. Verdict: 14th

BLACKBURN ROVERS

Well, nobody wanted it to happen, but it looks like Sam Allardyce is successfully reproducing his old Bolton side at Ewood Park, warts and all. Blackburn are perfecting the art of defending stoutly for eighty minutes, then shoving centre-back Chris Samba up front and lumping the ball up to him for somebody else to bundle it in when it bounces off the Congolese colossus. They’ll be perfectly fine again this season – Paul Robinson has remembered he’s half-decent, Samba and Ryan Nelsen have both experience and expertise at the back, and will be supplemented by emerging 18-year-old Phil Jones. In midfield, young Steven N’Zonzi is attracting the attentions of Arsenal and for good reason. Goals are the problem and they are looking like relying heavily on Nikola Kalinic, who has talent but is still settling into English football, and Morten Gamst Pedersen’s free-kicks. Will stay well clear of trouble but won’t bother the Europe-chasing pack. Verdict: 11th

BLACKPOOL

Blackpool are going down as quickly as Ian Holloway can coin a metaphor. They look to have taken the ultimately quite sensible business decision on not frittering all their promotion money away on frantically trying to boost a squad several levels below Premier League ability and instead simply taking the Sky money and parachute payments for relegation to solidify their status as a Championship team. It may not be exciting as a neutral to see Blackpool with good odds of beating Derby’s wooden spoon record, but the achievement of even reaching the playoffs with this squad was miraculous enough. Their only player who you would say is of sufficient quality is playmaker Charlie Adam, who scored sixteen from midfield last season and was the main driving force behind their late push to Wembley glory, and I think it’s highly likely he will be snapped up on the cheap by a relegation rival in January when Blackpool’s fate should already be all but sealed. It’s a shame, because I love Holloway and I think it’s great to see Blackpool in the top tier, but their fans should look to the possibility of Premier League survival in three or four years’ time instead. Verdict: 20th

BOLTON WANDERERS

Owen Coyle is starting to have some success getting his Bolton side to play his desired attractive football, and Bolton should be comfortably clear of relegation questions. They boast a better-than-solid spine in Jussi Jaaskelainen (consistently one of the league’s best keepers for the past ten years), Gary Cahill, Fabrice Muamba and official dirtiest-ever Premier League player, captain Kevin Davies, and in Lee Chung-Yong and snazzy free transfer Martin Petrov there will be plenty of creativity in midfield. Weaknesses, though, will be scoring goals and top-class opposition wingers – up front, Davies, Ivan Klasnic and Johan Elmander are all the goal-shy kind and Gretar Steinsson and Jlloyd Samuel are far from inspiring full-backs. Verdict: 13th

CHELSEA

Chelsea mount the defence of their title in reasonably good shape and look favourites to win again this year, but they do look slightly weaker than they did twelve months ago. For one thing, all their key players – Lampard, Drogba, Cech, Terry, Ashley Cole – are all another year older and one has to wonder when the decline will become evident. For another thing, Ricardo Carvalho’s departure to Real Madrid does not look like it is going to be offset by the signing of a centre-back of equivalent quality. Reports are that at least one of Brazilians Neymar and Ramires are to arrive for in the region of £25 million each, possibly both, and given the slight scaling back in recent years of Roman Abramovich’s spending, that seems unlikely to be followed by a further big signing. That could be crucial, as while Alex stepped up last season to become a more consistent performer, Carvalho was a big part of John Terry’s success for the club, who made the captain look much better than he really is. This could, and probably should, turn out to be the season in which Terry gets dropped from the first team. Other news is good news, though, and Michael Essien’s return will be a big boost to manager Carlo Ancelotti (although at this rate you have to ask when he’ll be injured next). So, too, will the exchange deal bringing Yossi Benayoun to Stamford Bridge in Joe Cole’s place. Benayoun should fit in well as an impact substitute, part of the deepest squad in the league. Between them, Drogba, Anelka and Lampard should score the goals required to fire Chelsea back to the top. Verdict: 1st

EVERTON

David Moyes has done well to tie down key man Mikel Arteta to a new contract, with Steven Pienaar expected to follow suit in the best piece of transfer business to come out of Goodison Park this summer. Everton’s midfield is right up there with the best in the league, with Arteta and Pienaar supported by Marouane Fellaini, Jack Rodwell, Tim Cahill, Diniyar Bilyaletdinov and Leon Osman. Tim Howard is reliably excellent in goal and if Louis Saha can stay fit he should be able to blend well with pacy new second striker Magaye Gueye. Jermaine Beckford is probably a gamble unlikely to pay off at this level, though. Verdict: 6th

FULHAM

It’s important that Mark Hughes fends off Arsenal’s approaches for evergreen Mark Schwarzer, because without him Fulham would be at risk of being given a slight reality check after the dizzy heights of last season’s Europa League adventure. The motivational powers of Roy Hodgson cannot be underestimated and I don’t really see Hughes as having similar managerial talent – he’s yet to really prove much of anything at club level. Fulham will be solid in defence (new signing Philippe Senderos notwithstanding) and full of effort in attack and will need Bobby Zamora to repeat his exceptional form of last season. If Hughes has time to spend the money that Mohammed Al Fayed says is available to him, then a forward or winger with pace should be on the agenda to freshen up the front line of journeymen. Progress from last year’s finish would be a good achievement. Verdict: 12th

LIVERPOOL

I’ve talked already about Liverpool and not much has changed since then. It’s surprising that Javier Mascherano hasn’t moved on yet but the offer from Inter hasn’t materialised and Barcelona aren’t as interested in the deal as Mascherano himself is. He is surely on his way out, though, now that Christian Poulsen has signed from Juventus. Poulsen’s a decent player but not in the same league as Mascherano – clearly a replacement signing for a player whose transfer fee is not expected to be reinvested in the market. With the takeover saga advancing at the pace of continental drift, it looks set to be another disappointing season at Anfield. Verdict: 7th

Capello’s half-hearted revamp betrays confusion in England setup

Forty-four days since their humbling exit from the World Cup, England begin their preparations for Euro 2012 qualifying tomorrow with a friendly against Hungary hoping for a bright new start, but as Fabio Capello admits he doesn’t know what to do to get the members of that ill-fated jaunt to South Africa to perform for him, there are worrying signs that this is not going to be the complete overhaul of the squad that is required.

Apart from the huge amounts of money they would have had to spend to sack him, the FA must have insisted to Capello that a condition of his retention as England manager would be to drop the ageing players who have let the national team down for many years and bring in a new generation of young players to mould together in anticipation of Poland and Ukraine in two years’ time and ultimately Brazil in four. That, however, does not seem to have really happened. Although pint-sized Arsenal prodigy Jack Wilshere has been fast-tracked into the squad alongside his club team-mate Kieran Gibbs, the bulk of the squad is still made up of the same old players, and the expected starting eleven for tomorrow’s game makes for depressing reading.

The luckiest man to still have a place is John Terry. Never a truly world-class defender, Terry’s brave attitude has complemented well the likes of Ricardo Carvalho and William Gallas at Chelsea over the years, but he is now cripplingly short of pace, a huge deficiency for an international centre-back, and after his rather pathetic attempted mutiny at the World Cup it is very surprising that a man of Capello’s supposed ruthlessness has stuck with him. In two years’ time Terry will be 31. If you think he’s slow now, just imagine how much of a liability he’ll be then. It’s not as if he’s even been one of the most outstanding English centre-backs at club level over the past two seasons or so. Having fully earned their call-ups to the squad, Everton’s Phil Jagielka and Tottenham’s Michael Dawson should be the two to start in that position for the opening qualifier against Bulgaria.

It’s not just Terry who should have been jettisoned, too. While they still have the ability to contribute towards the 2012 campaign, Steven Gerrard, Frank Lampard and Gareth Barry all need a wake-up call. They should have been told to go back to their clubs and put in performances to win back their places and prove that they should be trusted again. It’s not as if this is the first opportunity that these players have had to bounce back from a poor summer tournament. A new, harsher approach is required to seriously tackle the complacency that has become rampant in the minds of these players, who have long since succumbed to believing their own hype.

In keeping faith with them for this first new squad, Capello has betrayed his lack of confidence in the younger generation who have been knocking on the door. If he really thought that they were good enough to be brought through into the first team then he should have followed the example of Laurent Blanc. The new France coach, surfing an Obama-like wave of optimism from the fans for simply not being his predecessor, took the clever step of ‘suspending’ every member of his country’s World Cup squad for their friendly against Norway, calling up thirteen uncapped players and all but one under thirty years old. They have been given the initiative in the build-up for their qualification campaign and the disappointments from South Africa have to do the work of winning back their places if they are worth it. That Gerrard, Lampard, Barry and Terry are all set to start against Hungary shows that in reality the call-ups of Wilshere, Gibbs, and the like are little more than a token effort to appease those calling for a more radical overhaul.

There are also questions being asked of Capello’s man-management. This is most apparent in the case of Robert Green. Dropped from the original squad while Terry et al remained, the West Ham keeper was overlooked when first Paul Robinson petulantly retired from international duty because he didn’t want to be a backup, and then when Ben Foster had to pull out through injury. Scott Loach’s emergency promotion from the Under-21 side makes sense, as he is first choice there and at Watford in the Championship, and although he is far from the finished article, he can reasonably be expected to push for a regular place in the squad in a couple of years’ time. That he has been joined by 22-year-old Frankie Fielding, Blackburn’s fourth choice whose last competitive game was against Barnet on loan with Rochdale in League 2, is a pretty severe kick in the teeth for Green. That Green has been so obviously scapegoated for one mistake that arguably was less embarrassing than John Terry’s positioning against Germany and such like seems more than a little off on Capello’s part, as if he thinks that the rest of the squad have chosen to blame Green rather than seriously face up to their own deficiencies, and that he is desperately trying to indulge that childish belief to try and get them to perform by any means. Fielding may have promise but nobody can pretend that he is anywhere near Green’s level. This inconsistency in punishment for the South African failure reflects very badly on Capello in my view.

There are plenty of players in the squad who deserve to be there, forming the core of the upcoming qualifying campaign. Jagielka, Dawson, Joe Hart, Gary Cahill, James Milner, Ashley Young, Adam Johnson, and Bobby Zamora have all earned the right to be where they now are. But there are still glaring omissions (Jack Rodwell and Lee Cattermole are two who stand out) and those who have been called up may feel undermined by not being given the chance to start at Wembley tomorrow. This is not the bright new dawn that England fans have been hoping for, and it seems increasingly clear that Capello may not be capable of ushering it in after all.

What next for Liverpool?

Liverpool are one of the more baffling clubs in the Premier League. They must have thought they’d secured the title of Most Hilariously Mismanaged Club when Portsmouth tumbled down to the Championship, only for Newcastle (who, let’s not forget, play their home games at sportsdirect.com@St. James’ Park) to come straight back up. And although Rafael Benitez has finally left the building to bring his special brand of picking eleven names out of a hat to Inter in Serie A, the loopy reign of bickering old married couple Tom Hicks and George Gillett continues for now as they search for some rats to jump onto the sinking ship of debt that Liverpool Football Club has become.

New manager Woy Hodgson is tasked with making sense of a club that is hemorrhaging money and whose best players are getting restless faced with a season free of Champions League football and with no obvious funding to strengthen. I love Woy, and I wish him well, but it seems a massive uphill trek for him to take Liverpool back to where the fans are convinced they belong.

Let’s look at the team on paper. Liverpool’s problem is that they have a huge amount of professional footballers on their books but most of them are young players who have not been good enough over the last few years to push on from the reserves to the first team. Aside from them, the first team squad is actually quite thin, and in the last few days has only got thinner with the departures of Emiliano Insua to Fiorentina and Yossi Benayoun to Chelsea. Benayoun in particular is a huge loss in my view. He’s a player who was criminally underused by Benitez, consistently one of Liverpool’s most potent creative influences, who can play all across the midfield and off the striker. To see him driven away from the club into the arms of more serious title contenders Chelsea is a devastating blow, because he’s the type of unsung hero who could have been a big part of a gradual push back up the table. Carlo Ancelotti has already made what could be the signing of the season for me.

Javier Mascherano is another play who seems to be on his way out. The Argentina captain has become disillusioned with life at Anfield and has been all but begging for Benitez to bring him to Milan with him, while not responding to Hodgson’s attempts to contact him over the last few days. His departure should bring in some much-needed cash but it will be impossible to buy a player of the same quality to replace him with the club in this position. Plenty of pressure will be on the shoulders of young Lucas, the enthusiastic but limited Brazilian, to step up in the centre, as well as Alberto Aquilani, who’s talented enough but so injury-prone that Benitez all but admitted last season that he cannot play two games in one week.

With Mascherano all but gone it is utterly crucial that captain Steven Gerrard, star striker Fernando Torres and goalkeeper Pepe Reina are convinced to stay, as they are the only players of real star quality that will be remaining at the club. On top of that, if we discount Mascherano, by my reckoning there are just 19 players that you would describe as being Premier League standard. Investment to pad out the squad will be required if a challenge for the top four is to be sustained.

As for a challenge for the Europa League, Liverpool will have to take it seriously, as the further they get, the more money they get. However, having just drawn either Rabotnicki of Macedonia or Mika of Armenia in the third qualifying round of that competition, they face trying to get through to the first round proper without 12 of those 19 first-teamers because the club’s medical staff have advised that none of the players who went to the World Cup should be fielded to prevent burnout. Suddenly what would have been a relatively easy tie becomes a difficult one.

Despite the undoubted talents of Woy it looks set to be a really hard season for Liverpool. Much like last summer, Chelsea, Manchester United and Arsenal are already strengthening and the Reds are going even further backwards. I would say that it would be a great achievement for Liverpool to qualify again for the Champions League this year, even though the fans will undoubtedly be expecting a title challenge. It will require several bargain signings and plenty of determination. But if anyone knows how to do well quietly, it’s Woy.

The CDB Awards: South Africa 2010

So, the greatest show on Earth has closed its curtains for another four years (at least until the first qualification match for Brazil 2014 is played in about 13 months’ time) and it’s time to have a look back at the good, the bad and the ugly of South Africa 2010 in the CDB Awards.

Best Match

For me, the most exciting match we saw over the competition was one of the most controversial games – Uruguay’s quarter-final win over Ghana could not be matched for sheer emotional drama. We were treated to some fluent attacking football by both sides, particularly by Uruguay, but Sulley Muntari’s long-range swerver just before half-time stole the initiative for the last remaining African side. Diego Forlan scored a great free-kick to equalise and both sides kept going for it, coming up pretty much on a par with each other and tiring a little. Extra time arrived and it got desperate by the end, with Ghana throwing a couple of kitchen sinks into the Uruguay box right at the death before the Hand of God 2: Hand Harder scandal. Luis Suarez’ instinctive block to deny a last-gasp winner spawned a ludicrously overblown furore, demonising the player for doing what any player (the Ghanaians included) would have done in his situation, and Asamoah Gyan’s failure to convert the penalty with the last kick of regulation play was a great shame, but you cannot deny the spectacle of it. Sebastian Abreu’s inappropriate but wonderfully ballsy chipped penalty to seal the win was the icing of the cake.

Runners-up: Slovenia 2-2 USA, Slovakia 3-2 Italy, Germany 4-1 England, Argentina 0-4 Germany, Uruguay 2-3 Germany

Best Individual Performance

Bastian Schweinsteiger’s unstoppable performance at the heart of Germany’s dismemberment of Argentina was a real highlight. It was a display of total dominance, with tough tackling that never became thuggery, sharp passing to start counterattacking moves, and involvement in two of the goals. His free-kick cross for Thomas Mueller’s opener and effortless slipping away from Angel Di Maria and Javier Pastore to supply Arne Friedrich were excellent. His performance only gets better when you consider that just one year ago, Schweinsteiger was an underachieving winger for club and country. Louis van Gaal has done wonders with him over the past season at Bayern Munich and no-one will have been prouder than him as Schweinsteiger announced himself as one of the world’s leading central midfielders.

Runners-up: Mesut Oezil (Germany 4-0 Australia), Diego Forlan (South Africa 0-3 Uruguay), Ryan Nelsen (Italy 1-1 New Zealand), Jean Beausejour (Chile 1-0 Switzerland), Thomas Mueller (Germany 4-1 England), Xabi Alonso (Germany 0-1 Spain)

The “Looks Like An Alien Sent From Outer Space To Play Just Off The Main Striker” Award

Mesut Oezil.

Best Hair

Honduras didn’t stand out for much in this tournament but fringe player (geddit?) Walter Martinez sported a breathtakingly silly dreadlock affair with the tips coloured alternately red and yellow. Stupendous effort.

Worst Individual Performance

I have never seen one player perform so badly and stay on the pitch the full ninety minutes as Wayne Rooney did for England against Algeria. He looked exhausted, uninterested and cripplingly short of ideas, and you could tell how angry he was with his outing by his outburst to the cameras at the end berating the fans for booing the team.

Runners-up: Abdelkader Ghezzal (Algeria 0-1 Slovenia), Sidney Govou (France 0-2 Mexico), John Terry (Germany 4-1 England), Felipe Melo (Netherlands 2-1 Brazil), Mark van Bommel (Netherlands 0-1 Spain)

Best Team Performance

Tough one to call, but I’m going for Spain’s slow-burning victory over Germany in the semi-final. They only won 1-0 and it was only through a Carles Puyol header from a corner, but what was so notable was the total cohesion and patience as they breezed past what had previously been the best team of the whole competition. Before the game there was reason to believe that Germany might neutralise Spain with their determined pressing all over the pitch but it turned out to be the eventual champions who took the German midfield out of the game, constantly hounding the defenders to force long balls forward, which just completely nullified Schweinsteiger, Oezil, and Sami Khedira. The scoreline suggested a close game, but it really wasn’t at all. Contrast Portgual’s 7-0 victory over North Korea where Carlos Queiroz’s side were no better than average at any stage.

Runners-up: Uruguay (vs. South Africa), New Zealand (vs. Italy), Germany (vs. Argentina)

Most Inspiring Team

Look no further than New Zealand – who would have predicted before the tournament kicked off that the All Whites would be the only team to leave South Africa with an unbeaten record? Ricki Herbert’s lower-leaguers and amateur bank clerks played with more pride than anyone else and you couldn’t help but wish they could have found that elusive goal against Paraguay which would have taken them through as group winners. Their backs-to-the-wall defensive performance to earn a draw with the holders Italy will live long in the memory.

Breakout Star of the Tournament

Turned out to be Bayern’s Thomas Mueller, the 20-year-old right-sided forward who came out of nowhere to sneak the Golden Boot with five goals and three assists. Displayed incredible poacher’s instincts to always arrive in the box at exactly the right time with lethal finishing to boot. Surely the natural successor to Miroslav Klose and now established as a world star.

Worst Team Performance

England’s dire 0-0 with Algeria wins on match alone, but France’s limp capitulation to Mexico takes the crown for its aftermath as well as the ninety minutes themselves. Literally nobody had a good game for France, utterly devoid of any desire and looking desperate to be eliminated just to get away from the clownish Raymond Domenech. Nicolas Anelka’s foul-mouthed tirade to the manager at half-time sparked a few days of hilarious self-destruction that brought such shame on everyone involved that President Nicolas Sarkozy vowed to personally conduct an investigation into the team’s performance.

Runners-up: Greece (vs. South Korea), England (vs. USA), Algeria (vs. Slovenia), Slovakia (vs. Paraguay), Switzerland (vs. Honduras), Honduras (vs. Switzerland), England (vs. Germany)

Team of the Tournament

Playing 4-2-3-1 as nearly all the successful teams did.

Iker Casillas (Spain); Philipp Lahm (Germany), Gerard Pique (Spain), Diego Lugano (Uruguay), Jorge Fucile (Uruguay); Bastian Schweinsteiger (Germany), Sergio Busquets (Spain); Thomas Mueller (Germany), Andres Iniesta (Spain), David Villa (Spain); Diego Forlan (Uruguay)

Best Overall Player

Forlan for me was the only man to play really well in all seven games, leading his team to a fantastic fourth place finish with intelligence and flair. Never once did he dive or complain to the referee either, just got on with the job in hand. By all accounts the nicest man at the World Cup, too, always taking time to sign autographs or talk to journalists and fans.

Player Most Likely To Have Earned A Big Money Transfer

Most people will remember Luis Suarez for the handball against Ghana but don’t forget his three well-taken goals, including an absolute pearl against South Korea, his searing pace and constant willingness to get in the box and shoot. Considering his fifty-plus goals for Ajax last season, expect plenty of rumour regarding his destination in the next few weeks.

Runners-up: Mesut Oezil (Germany), Kevin-Prince Boateng (Ghana)

Goal of the Tournament

Look no further than Giovanni van Bronckhorst’s straight-as-an-arrow rocket blast against Uruguay in the semi-final. After several keepers had been caught out by the late movement of the Jabulani ball, Fernando Muslera could not complain about this one. From the moment it left his boot, it never deviated and struck perfectly off the inside of the far post and in.

Runners-up: Siphiwe Tshabalala (South Africa, vs. Mexico), David Villa (Spain, vs. Honduras), Fabio Quagliarella (Italy, vs. Slovakia), Keisuke Honda (Japan, vs. Denmark), David Villa (Spain, vs. Chile), Andres Iniesta (Spain, vs. Chile), Carlos Tevez (Argentina, vs. Mexic0), Miroslav Klose (Germany, vs. Argentina)

Alternative Team Of The Tournament

This is a team of players who might not have gone all the way in the tournament but still stood out as great without really getting all the praise they may have deserved. In many ways every bit as good as those who made the main team of the tournament. Also playing 4-2-3-1.

Samir Handanovic (Slovenia); John Pantsil (Ghana), Ryan Nelsen (New Zealand), Yuji Nakazawa (Japan), Carlos Salcido (Mexico); Anthony Annan (Ghana), Diego Perez (Uruguay); Landon Donovan (USA), Yasuhitu Endo (Japan), Jean Beausejour (Chile); Nelson Haedo Valdez (Paraguay)

Day 31: Campeones! 2

Netherlands 0 – 1 Spain (a.e.t)

That’s it, justice is done and the best team have won. Spain triumphed in what ended up as a straightforward battle between good and evil that rivalled anything from Middle Earth.

The first half of the showpiece occasion was one of the worst forty-five minutes of football in the tournament and, indeed, one of the worst I can remember. Spain were seemingly the only team there in the first fifteen but failed to capitalise and eventually the Netherlands came back into it. Their game plan quite quickly turned out to be to press Spain hard high up the pitch – but what that ended up translating into was a campaign of cynical fouling that prevented any outbreak, God forbid, of a game of football. It must surely have been the most difficult game that Howard Webb has ever had to referee in his life, and though he got plenty of decisions right, there were some he got wrong, mostly when it came to letting players off lightly. In the first half alone, Mark van Bommel should have picked up three yellow cards (only one was shown), Wesley Sneijder should have seen yellow for a poor studs-up challenge across the thigh of Sergio Busquets, and Nigel de Jong should clearly have been given a straight red for his reprehensible kick to the chest of Xabi Alonso. That challenge could have broken a rib. How he got away with just yellow is an absolute mystery.

There were one or two goalmouth incidents in that first half but not much. The best chances actually went to the Dutch, when from a cleverly pulled back corner van Bommel miskicked laughably from the edge of the area only for it to reach Joris Mathijsen from a great angle, who produced a centre-back’s shot, swiping at the air.

Half-time could not come soon enough, though the second half gradually improved. Spain, again, started dominantly but couldn’t find a way through, again really struggling without a Fernando Torres through the middle for Villa, Pedro, Xavi and Iniesta to swarm around. Pedro was replaced after an hour by Jesus Navas – it seemed a strange substitution for me at first in that tactically nothing really changed and Pedro had done OK, but Navas justified it by adding a little more directness in terms of running at Giovanni van Bronckhorst, playing his final professional game, and also in passing into the box, but just didn’t have anyone to aim for.

The first really good chance fell to the Netherlands, though, and Arjen Robben, comfortably the most dangerous player for his team. He broke through the defense picking up a great through ball from Wesley Sneijder, otherwise quiet, and was one-on-one with Iker Casillas, who produced a stunning save with his leg to deny Robben. Arguably Robben could have done better with that chance but you cannot deny the brilliance of Casillas to keep Spain level. John Heitinga then managed a similarly great stop to deny David Villa, having slipped badly to allow the striker to pick up posession at all, but managed to whirl around on the floor and stick a leg up to block the shot away.

The next golden chance that went begging, though, was all about the miss – Sergio Ramos really should have scored with fifteen minutes to go when he did very well to escape his marker from a corner and earn a free header from six yards, which he blazed over. It was a huge miss and one that you worried might punish the Spanish if Robben got another chance to break, and he did just that a few minutes later, tussling with Carles Puyol just outside the area and, for once, staying on his feet showing strength that makes even more deplorable his customary falling flat at any opportunity. Casillas once again came out and denied him, prompting Robben to run screaming at Webb in a disgusting example of dissent. The boy who cried wolf comes to mind.

Eventually, inevitably, it came to extra time and it was a pleasing relief that neither side seemed willing to settle the game on penalties, although the Dutch attempts to go forward immediately ceased when the red card was finally produced to Heitinga. Half-time in extra time and Vicente del Bosque produced a baffling substitution, withdrawing Villa for Torres. Villa hadn’t had a great game but he had been hamstrung by the absence of Torres or Fernando Llorente, and with penalty kicks looming why take off your best goalscorer and a natural penalty taker in favour of a striker with a confidence problem? I was seriously worried that del Bosque was shooting himself in the foot.

Finally, though, we got a breakthrough, although there was a touch of controversy. It came after Sneijder’s free-kick cannoned off Cesc Fabregas and went behind but was strangely given as a goal kick, which was a wrong decision, and then in the play that followed Eljero Elia went down looking for a free-kick having possibly been blocked off by a Spanish defender. The key word there is ‘looking’, though, as he was clearly trying to buy the free-kick for a foul that wasn’t really there (I’ve seen them given, but it’s not really a foul in my book). While Elia was asking for the free-kick Spain got on with it and, despite a lucky deflection allowing them to hold onto posession, Fabregas finally opened up space in the box for Iniesta, who, as coolly as you could ask for, took one touch and fired home a decisive shot. Spain went mental, and the Dutch more so, fuming that the goal had been allowed. There’s a slim case that backs them up but it was a lesser injustice than, say, Holland having eleven players on the pitch after forty-five minutes, so I don’t think they can really complain. There was just time for Fernando Torres to do his hamstring before full-time, and it really was the depressing icing on a miserable personal tournament for the Liverpool man. He’ll be back, though, and it was good to see that he was OK to walk around for the celebrations.

So in the end Spain definitely deserved it. They played the best football on the night, and were the best team of the tournament. They’ve been the single best international team in the world over the past four years, and this trophy is a fair reflection of that. The scary thing is that they could have been better – imagine if Torres had been fit and firing. Imagine if Vicente del Bosque was better at making substitutions. This team is still young enough to keep on at the top for the forseeable future, even if Puyol retires from international football now, as I believe is to be the case.

Man of the Day: Iker Casillas for me was the standout player, although his opposite number Maarten Stekelenburg also had a good game. Casillas’ two saves from Robben were absolutely crucial, and of course the Real Madrid man is the captain who lifted the World Cup trophy. That probably justifies him as Man of the Day.

Tomorrow…oh. No, don’t worry, there’s still some mopping up to do. I’ll be discussing the tournament as a whole in the next couple of days and handing out some CDB Awards, and then once all that’s wrapped up there’s all sorts of football to talk about. The Europa League’s already started, don’t you know.

Finally, I bow down before Paul the octopus. Let’s just elect him Supreme Overlord and be done with it.

Day 30: Stricken With The Loew Bug, Germany Finish Third

Uruguay 2 – 3 Germany

Sorry about the delay, readers, there have been some internet issues preventing this blog arriving on time. But I couldn’t turn my attentions to the big game this evening before giving a quick mention to last night’s thrilling third/fourth place play-off. It was, of course, the least relevant game of the tournament, as it always is, but this glorified friendly fixture has a habit of taking the pressure off enough to lead to a stonking game with plenty of goals, and last night was no exception as we witnessed the first match of the World Cup in which the lead ever changed hands. That in itself is an astounding fact considering Uruguay-Germany was the 63rd game of the finals, but more on that later.

First to the game itself, and it was very exciting, gradually becoming more and more end-to-end as the game went on, but on the balance of play you’d probably have to say that Germany deserved their win. They had the better of the opening stages and were rewarded when Thomas Mueller, one of the outstanding players of the tournament but somehow omitted from FIFA’s Golden Ball shortlist, slotted in his fifth goal of the tournament after Fernando Muslera awkwardly parried the ball straight into his path. It was an error by Muslera but there was evidence of the Jabulani’s devils at work, swinging the ball late in its arc to wrongfoot him.  Mueller now joins David Villa, Wesley Sneidjer and Diego Forlan at the top of the Golden Boot standings, and if neither Villa nor Sneijder score in the final tonight, Mueller will win the prize by virtue of having more assists (another ludicrous new rule from reliably idiotic FIFA – what exactly was so awful about having joint winners in the past? And what do assists have to do with being a great goalscorer?).

But Uruguay replied quickly with a wonderfully elegant sweeping move instigated by the terrific Diego Perez thieving the ball away from Bastian Schweinsteiger, captain for the night as Philipp Lahm was ill. Perez gave it to Forlan who threaded a perfect through ball in towards Edinson Cavani, who stretched his leg out just enough to place it past Hans-Joerg Butt for his first of the tournament, a goal which he richly deserves for his energetic and unselfish forward performances. There was a simple beauty about that goal that makes it, in my mind, deserve more attention than Forlan’s goal just after half-time. That, too, was of course a great goal, earned by a strong, determined run down the right flank by Edigio Arevalo, one of Uruguay’s best throughout the finals, who crossed it for Forlan. Forlan then unleashed a powerful volley that came off the ground and thudded into Butt’s net. Again, Forlan is now tied on five goals with three others, though he cannot officially win it.

In the minutes that followed Uruguay were solidly in control of the match, bustling and brimming with energy. So naturally Germany then stole an equaliser, a somewhat fluky goal for which Jerome Boateng lumped a cross into the box, Muslera jumped for it and missed, and Marcell Jansen, while apparently trying to duck out of the way, had the ball hit him on the back of the neck and deflect in. His celebration was suitably apologetic.

Admirably both teams pushed forward with greater and greater abandon, both trying to win the game presumably at least to avoid the unnecessary strain of extra time. It was starting to look like that was where we were heading, though, as Luis Suarez and Stefan Kiessling both had good shots saved, until, inside the last ten minutes, when a Mesut Oezil corner was defended a little clumsily by Uruguay, allowing Sami Khedira to rise above and head home for the goal that he too has deserved for his efforts in South Africa. Uruguay did keep pushing and managed to win a free-kick just outside the area with the last kick of the game. Forlan’s resulting effort was a stunner that deserved to go in, but pinged off the left side of the crossbar and out to seal Germany’s bronze medal.

That was that for one of the most entertaining games of the tournament and two teams who have both surprised and impressed me and many others. Uruguay were beaten but will return to Montevideo to a heroes’ welcome having exceeded expectations and put up a good fight against not only Germany but also the Netherlands. Forlan in particular has been one of the best players of the tournament, leading by example on and off the pitch with his constant reading of the game, intelligent passing, inspired set-pieces and five excellent goals. Suarez will be remembered for his goalkeeping rather than his striking in the history books but he too has been impressive and this summer on the back of his incredible goal record last season will surely see him secure a big-money move to a top club, maybe someone like Chelsea if they fail to get hold of Fernando Torres. Cavani, Diego Lugano, Jorge Fucile, Arevalo, Perez and Maximiliano Pereira have all been really good.

Germany know that there wasn’t really any more that they could have done. They played probably the most exciting football of the tournament despite being a reactive team rather an a proactive team, playing mostly on the counter. Surely the German FA must now give Joachim Loew whatever he wants to ensure that he can continue developing this team who, as long as injuries and form hold steady, should be a real force in Brazil in 2014. In Mueller and Oezil they have the two most exciting young players of the tournament, and Schweinsteiger has a strong case for overall best player. They’ll be back.

Man of the Day: Diego Forlan was the best player on the park for me, laying on the crucial pass for Uruguay’s opener, scoring another great goal and so nearly another in the dying seconds.

Later today, it’s the World Cup final! Crikey! It’s nearly over. I’m delighted that a new side will be lifting the Jules Rimet tonight and I’m in the happy position of having a personal interest in both sides winning, so I look forward to enjoying it whatever happens. Spain, though, should come out on top if they play to their best, although Arjen Robben has the power to change a game in a second and must be stopped in what could be a fascinating examination of both Sergio Ramos and, to a lesser extent, Joan Capdevila. See you on the other side!

Day 27: Puyol Throws España In The Works

Germany 0 – 1 Spain

Bow down before the octopus. After a really fascinating if not thrillingly entertaining semi-final, Spain advance to meet the Netherlands in the final to ensure that there will be a new name on the Jules Rimet trophy.

Before the game the feeling was that although Spain had undoubtedly the superior players, Germany’s hard work, organisation and team ethic would be perfectly suited to keeping a lid on the tiki-taka and stifle the Spanish creativity while counter-attacking devastatingly. What actually happened was much the opposite – it was Spain who pressed hard and stopped Germany from getting any passing moves going, and still managed to build long spells of forward movement in posession. It was obvious very early on that Vicente del Bosque had won the main tactical battle and that he could alter the shape of the game whenever he liked. It transpired, however, that he was either unwilling or unable to exploit that position.

For all Spain’s quick passing and dominance in posession, they were unable to turn the screw for most of the game. As often turns out to be their problem, they were struck with a touch of the Arsenals, with so many players queueing up to provide the killer pass that could unlock the German defense, but with no player actually attacking the penalty box to receive that pass. Dropping Fernando Torres was a reasonable call for del Bosque – he’s clearly suffering from what golfers call “the yips” – but although his replacement, Pedro, was Spain’s most enterprising player in the first half, he’s not the same player who can go forward and lead the line. David Villa was forced to try and be that central striker but he was clearly unsuited to the role – he is a player who needs to cut in from the left and play off the main striker, which is why he has partnered Torres so well in the last few years. As the clock ticked on and on, Spain were desperately crying out for the introduction of Fernando Llorente to reprise his cameo role from the Portugal game as the target man around whom Villa, Pedro, Xavi and Andres Iniesta could have swarmed. I say Llorente very deliberately rather than Torres – dropping a player suffering from the yips is fair enough, but dropping him is very much a final admittance that his confidence is shot. Turning to Torres as a player to come on and change the game on his form would have been disastrous. Later, when Spain were ahead, Torres did come on, and in that situation it was more understandable – if he’d been able to tuck away a late opportunity to make it 2-0 it could have been the spark that revived him. However it was David Villa who del Bosque brought off to make room for him, an awful substitution that could have backfired horribly had Germany equalised.

Luckily Spain had the cushion of Carles Puyol’s 73rd-minute goal, a bullet header from a corner scored from the edge of the area following a late run by the Barcelona centre-back. It would have been reassuring for Puyol who should have buried a heading chance in the first half. It always seemed unlikely after that goal went in that Germany would be able to respond, having been by some distance the inferior side. Bastian Schweinsteiger and Sami Khedira were effectively prevented from exerting their influence from midfield by the Spanish pressing high up the pitch, usually crowding the German defenders out enough to force aimless long balls toward Miroslav Klose. Mesut Oezil just couldn’t get any of the ball, and was only visible for a penalty shout just before half-time. He basically ran into Sergio Ramos, though, and it was the right decision not to give it.

Germany have been a brilliant part of this World Cup and in many ways it’s a shame to see them go out, but their time will surely come. This immensely talented young team will be reaching their peak in four years’ time, and although Klose has probably played his last World Cup, there are several young defenders who should have surpassed Arne Friedrich and Per Mertesacker by 2014, and the likes of Thomas Mueller should be ready to take Klose’s place. Joachim Loew has done a fantastic job with his side and I very much hope that he resolves his current contract dispute to keep developing his team, who have combined solid and resolute defending with scintillating counter-attacking forward play. Philipp Lahm has been a revelatory captain, too.

Spain, though, deserve to reach the final, and it’s really delightful to know that this tournament will definitely be won by a country that has never won a World Cup before. The incredible statistic that Spain and the Netherlands have never met each other in either a World Cup or European Championship match serves to underline how both these nations have underachieved on the world stage, and I’m in the happy position of not minding at all which team goes on to win it.

Man of the Day: Xabi Alonso was a standout for me, even though I would have taken him off for Llorente if I were Vicente del Bosque. He was unlucky to be penalised by the referee for a couple of brilliant tackles and he was more willing than most Spanish players to actually take a shot now and then. Puyol, too, had a good game.

Only one game to go! All right, the third place playoff too, but it’s not as if anyone actually cares about that. I’ll be covering both and will be handing out some CDB Awards both before and after the final.

Day 26: Forlan Looks All Round For Uruguay As Netherlands Reach Final

Uruguay 2 – 3 Netherlands

After the early stages of the tournament suggested that South American sides might dominate in the first African World Cup, it is now confirmed that we will see an all-European final, possibly between two sides that have never lifted the trophy before.

The Netherlands found their road to the final a rocky one, though, shattering those silly, arrogant proclamations that had been emanating from Holland about an easy game. For a goal that featured five goals it was quite cagey, with long periods of the game going by in which neither team seemed likely to break down the others’ defensive barriers. Certainly the first fifteen minutes were as tentative as they were even. The Netherlands were slow to accelerate, with Wesley Sneijder, their standout player so far, not exerting any real creative influence, and Uruguay immediately looked like they were lacking a dimension without Luis Suarez. Much of what has made them such an impressive side during this competition has been due to the running of both Suarez and Edinson Cavani around Diego Forlan, pulling defenders away. We saw how crucial that is to their play with their equaliser in the 41st minute – Cavani made an angled run not once but twice to drag away Joris Mathijsen which gave Forlan the space to turn and shoot. What a good shot it was, too, although arguably Maarten Stekelenburg should have done better.

Good as it was though, it wasn’t a patch on the opener. Breaking out of that opening crawl, Dutch captain Giovanni van Bronckhorst pulled an absolute corker out of the bag. Played in by a little through ball advancing on the left, van Bronckhorst didn’t wait to take a touch, he just shaped and from an improbable angle (and the small matter of 41 yards) cannoned the ball at breakneck pace arrow-straight into the inside of the far post. Fernando Muslera did as well as he could but there was no way he could have stopped that shot.  That absolute stunner is a late contender for goal of the tournament that may well not be beaten.

The intervening periods in the first half developed a bit of friction as some late tackles and more cynical fouls crept into the game. This was mostly from the Dutch, I think it’s fair to say, particularly after Forlan scored, and in the few minutes both before and after half-time, Holland looked rattled, defensive and edgy. That was the time when Uruguay could have seized the advantage but again they didn’t have enough penetration without Suarez and eventually the Dutch wormed their way back into the reckoning.

There was (and I’m sure will continue to be for a while) some debate over the goal that capped the Dutch resurrection. When Sneijder’s shot was hit, Robin van Persie was standing in a borderline offside position and was obviously ‘active’. From what I could see of the replay, though, van Persie looked marginally onside, but it was so close that whatever the officials’ decision had been there would have been complaints about it. It turned out to be van Persie’s biggest contribution – the striker had yet another average game, taking a little too much time to himself when opportunities presented themselves and not, to my recollection, getting off a serious shot on goal.

Whatever controversy there was over the second goal was completely absent from the third, which arrived just two minutes later and appeared to have killed the game off. You would have got long odds before the game on Arjen Robben scoring a header but that was what he did, burying with true poacher’s instinct a cross from Dirk Kuyt, who did surprisingly well stretching the Uruguayan right flank despite being right-footed himself. It was a cool, classy goal and it seemed to have taken all of the wind out of Uruguay’s sails. Their inability to mount a comeback was summed up by the substitution of Forlan, apparently carrying a minor knock, who looked resigned to his country’s fate.

There were a few hectic minutes as, out of nowhere, Maximiliano Pereira found himself with the ball on the edge of the penalty area following a well-planned free-kick and slipped a clever curling shot around Stekelenburg’s fingers into the corner of the net. Suddenly Uruguay were filled with urgency and they hurled themselves forward, causing a couple of nervy moments. Indeed, so eager were the Netherlands to see the end of this revolt that Mark van Bommel jumped to conclusions when the referee blew his whistle in stoppage time and kicked the ball away in celebration – for his trouble he was booked, ironic it being for such a simple mistake when he had inexplicably got away with several vicious fouls during the game. For him, certainly, it had been an unconvincing, slightly desperate game.

That was the problem with a few of the Dutch players, and, much like the victorious France side of 1998, they have reached the final having not yet really played all that well. There was so much obviously yet to come from the likes of Sneijder, van Bommel, Robben, van Persie and Rafael van der Vaart that the best player on the park in orange was the right-back Khalid Boulahrouz. Playing only because of Gregory van der Wiel’s suspension, and probably unlikely to keep his place for the final, Boulahrouz didn’t really get forward but just played a solid game in defense, helping to nullify Cavani’s runs.

So the Netherlands still have plenty of room to improve going into the biggest game of their lives – encouragingly, some might say. Uruguay, though, were clearly not as good as they had been in previous games. Suarez was a huge loss, and although Forlan had another good game, always looking capable of getting things done, he just didn’t have as much space as he did when there were two strikers running off him. In that way it was reminiscent of their first game against France, in which Cavani did not play and neither Forlan nor Suarez had much joy. But overall, despite this loss, Uruguay will look back on this tournament with pride. They have exceeded expectations, even accounting for a relatively good draw, and did it playing an attack-minded formation with a group of largely unheralded players. They also missed left-back Jorge Fucile tonight who’s had an impressive tournament but Diego Perez, Diego Lugano, Egidio Arevalo and the Pereiras (Maximiliano and Alvaro) have emerged with great credit. For a country with a population half that of Greater London, a World Cup semi-final is a brilliant achievement.

Man of the Day: Boulahrouz for me, although an honourable mention for Kuyt.

Tomorrow, I just don’t know which way to call it. On one hand, Germany have been arguably the best team of the tournament and should be well-suited to shutting down Spain. On the other hand, on paper Spain are the better side and David Villa has for my money been the best player of the tournament. Also, Paul the psychic German octopus, who has so far correctly predicted every German result, has spoken and the clairvoyant cephalopod has said that Spain for win, and who am I to argue with that kind of evidence?

Day 23: El Diego On The End Of A Muellering

Argentina 0 – 4 Germany

Paraguay 0 – 1 Spain

Well, we expected one game that could go either way and one comfortable victory today, just in that order.

Argentina-Germany was supposed to be an exciting duel between two exciting attacking forces, but Argentina just didn’t turn up. Right from the start Germany overran them, closing them down quickly and allowing them no time to express themselves on the ball. Even after three minutes, when Nicolas Otamendi conceded a free-kick and some awful marking allowed Thomas Mueller to head in Bastian Schweinsteiger’s cross, Germany looked good value for their lead. That was just the start of a torrid afternoon for Otamendi, who was constantly tormented by Lukas Podolski on the German left, and was at fault for the second goal as well.

Argentina could have come back in the second half as they grew into the game a little bit more but couldn’t summon a really clear-cut chance. Gonzalo Higuain in particular had a really poor game, often miscontrolling the ball and losing posession up front. There was more pressure from Maradona’s men in the first few minutes of the second half but again nothing concrete, just a sense of attacking intent. The second goal arrived after just over an hour, when Otamendi’s pathetic attempt to tackle Mueller freed Podolski in the area. Podolski forced Sergio Romero to come out and then put it on a plate for Miroslav Klose, who could hardly miss from such a tiny distance (luckily, because the finish was actually quite bad). A similar defensive muddle led to a third shortly after, with plenty of bodies in the box from a corner and Arne Friedrich of all people finding space to tap in from virtually a prone position. By that time Argentina’s resolve was all gone and the tie was dead and buried, so when substitute Piotr Trochowski crossed for the unmarked Klose, it was no surprise that his simple but excellent finish made it four. Klose is now only one behind Ronaldo (the fat one) in the all-time World Cup goalscoring stakes.

I really can’t say enough how impressive Germany were. They look the best side left in the competition now, arguably, with every player knowing exactly what they’re doing and what those around them are doing. Schweinsteiger had an outstanding game, pulling the strings in midfield while Mesut Oezil had actually a rather disappointing, uninvolved day. Sami Khedira continued to be a solid, muscular presence up and down the field alongside him, and both full-backs, Lahm and Boateng, were also standouts. Mueller was industrious on the right but picked up a booking that will see him miss the semi-final. That could be a quite a loss for Germany, but you just know that Trochowski will come in and pick up exactly where the Bayern man left off. As for Argentina, I don’t think they ever really looked like winning this World Cup. Their defense has been a mess all the way through and it let them down again today. Maradona’s substitutions failed to lift them out of their malaise either, and there is of course speculation that he may resign tomorrow, but I for one hope he stays because he’s such an entertaining man to be in charge of the national team.

Germany will meet Spain in the semi, as we all expected, but the Spanish didn’t half labour to get there. In the first half Paraguay were the better team, pressing right from the front and not allowing Spain to settle in to their tiki-taka rhythm, much like Germany’s performance earlier except without the counterattacking panache. Neither side had much in the way of chances apart from Paraguay’s disallowed goal, a cool finish from the onside Nelson Haedo Valdez ruled out for Oscar Cardozo, who was just offside and, though he didn’t touch the ball, he jumped for it, thereby making himself a problem for the goalkeeper and being “active” by the letter of the law. For the commitment and effectiveness of their shut-down tactics it was hard not to say that Paraguay deserved to be ahead at half-time, but the goal was illegitimate.

The second half was much the same for the first fifteen minutes until an absolutely mental period of play began with a penalty being awarded to Paraguay. I was glad to see it given for arm-holding by Gerard Pique as he defended a set-piece, as it’s the sort of thing that needs to be clamped down on more. But Oscar Cardozo, recalled to the starting eleven after coolly slotting home the winning penalty in the shootout versus Japan, hit his shot too close to Iker Casillas, who had guessed correctly. Immediately after the ball was pumped up into the Paraguay half and David Villa rushed into the penalty area and was brought down by Antolin Alcaraz. Whether or not it was a clear cut foul is debatable but if, as the referee decided, it was a foul, it should have been a red card rather than the yellow given. Either way it was poor refereeing. When Xabi Alonso dispatched the spot-kick, though, he was pulled back to take it again because of encroaching into the area, but replays showed that the same thing was happening (and to a greater and more obvious extent) when Cardozo missed his, and the ref didn’t make him take it again. So more bad refereeing. Alonso’s second kick was poor and saved well by Claudio Bravo, who then should have conceded another penalty because in the ensuing melee in the box he went for the ball but took down Villa instead.

It was a shocking explosion of controversy and drama in a game that had been deathly boring for an hour, but despite that insanity the game returned to its previous rhythm. Spain continued to go forward but their passing just wasn’t coming off. Fernando Torres had already been withdrawn after another really lacklustre performance but they were crying out for some width to stretch the Paraguayan full-backs. Vicente del Bosque didn’t bring any on though, with Fabregas and Pedro, who is nominally a wide right player but enjoys tucking in, keeping things too constricted. Finally, though, the breakthrough was made with ten minutes left, and it was down to some inspiration from Andres Iniesta, who glided forward behind the defensive midfield line and laid a pass on perfectly for Pedro, who had to bury it – but hit the far post. Luckily Villa was on hand to take the rebound and tuck it in, though not before it bounced off both posts. That takes his tally to five for the tournament.

Spain are through to their first ever World Cup semi-final, but on this form they will struggle to beat Germany. There was enough from Paraguay’s determined pressing to suggest that Germany can do exactly the same and stifle Spain while having the attacking players to score goals on the break. I definitely feel that del Bosque has to drop one of Alonso and Sergio Busquets so that he can get more width from midfield if they want to avoid a repeat of this game. Villa is potent cutting in from the left but shouldn’t be the widest attacking player and either Jesus Navas or David Silva would provide a useful option on either flank.

Man of the Day: No question for me that it must be Schweinsteiger. The man whose name translates as “pig supervisor” certainly oversaw everything pretty much all over the pitch. Ballack? Who needs Ballack?

Another two rest days now before the semi-finals, but I’ll still be blogging. Haven’t decided exactly what about yet, though.

Day 22: Uruguay Bring Ghanaian Adventure To Abreu-pt End

Netherlands 2 – 1 Brazil

Uruguay 1 – 1 Ghana (4-2 penalties)

Wow. What a day of quarter-final action. Two extraordinary matches but we’ll start with the first, a shock result as the Netherlands overturned the Brazilian juggernaut.

I’d thought coming into this game that the Netherlands might be the team best suited to beating Brazil, and while Arjen Robben did draw some fouls running down the right at Michel Bastos, he didn’t really take full advantage and the Dutch win ended up being quite a strange one. In the first half, there was only one team in it. Brazil fired a warning shot past their opponents’ bow when they had a goal disallowed after eight minutes and followed through on the threat just two short minutes later when Felipe Melo played a simple forward pass that bisected a static Dutch back line and Robinho made a great run onto it, needing only to sweep the ball past Maarten Stekelenburg to put the Selecao ahead, and so he did. From then on Brazil did what we expected them to and shut up shop, doing a good job of keeping the Netherlands, and particularly key man Wesley Sneijder, quiet. They outplayed the Dutch very simply and Bert van Marwijk’s side were unlucky not to have been punished more by half-time. Maicon in particular came very close with the last kick of the half, a brilliant, sweeping Brazil move reminiscent of that Carlos Alberto goal in 1970, which Stekelenburg got a subtle but crucial touch to and was wrongly called a goal kick. For the Netherlands, their half was summed up by an embarrassing attempt at a corner where Robben subtly poked the ball out of the corner and then walked away as if he hadn’t taken it, but none of his team-mates picked up on it and so Brazil just took it back. Funny, but cringeworthy.

In the second half though, everything changed. Bastos should have been sent off for a second booking when he blocked Robben off on the flank, but the resulting free-kick brought the ball to Sneijder, who put in a cross. Julio Cesar, the Vince Vaughn-a-like goalkeeper who is normally so imperious, came out to meet it, missed it as he jumped with Felipe Melo, and it came off Melo’s head for an own goal. It was a real calamity for Brazil and the incident seemed to transfer all of their previous confidence to the Netherlands. As doubt pervaded every Brazilian move, Sneijder and Mark van Bommel took control in midfield and started to make things happen. The second goal, a header from little Sneijder of all people, was deserved and then Brazil really started to fall apart. The tackling in the match had been competitive from the start, but the Brazilians started reacting to everything in a very negative way. It came to a head when Melo fouled Robben and then proceeded to stamp on him viciously as he tried to take the ball back from him. It was a moment of absolute insanity, completely inexcusable in a World Cup quarter-final when your team is chasing the game. With only ten men Brazil were unable to resurrect their juggernaut playstyle and although they had one or two chances from corners late on that the Dutch failed to deal with sufficiently, they never really looked like coming back and it turned out to be surprisingly comfortable.

The game after was even more eventful and emotional, though. In the first twenty-five minutes Uruguay were by far the better side, and there was a definite feeling that they would regret it if they didn’t take advantage by scoring. That was exactly what came to pass, as Ghana came back into the game, Kevin-Prince Boateng increasingly finding room to manouevre as he moved into the hole behind Gyan. With the last kick of the half, Sulley Muntari completed that turnaround with a frankly ludicrous swerving shot that, as it traveled through the air, echoed with all the complaints about the Jabulani ball. Fernando Muslera was wrong-footed, having taken a crucial step to his right, and so at half-time it looked pretty bad for Uruguay.

What got Uruguay back into it, and always looked like being their likeliest avenue, was a Diego Forlan set piece. This is a side of his game that I wasn’t really aware of coming into the tournament, but his delivery from corners has been consistently dangerous all the way through. His free-kicks too have been brilliant and none more so than the equaliser, which hovered and dodged its way into the net over Richard Kingson’s net. You could make a case for Kingson needing to do better with that shot, but you can’t deny the quality of the shot. From then Uruguay didn’t really kick on to seize back control of the game, though, and as the game dragged on Oscar Tabarez made a bold tactical substitution, taking off the creative forward Edinson Cavani and bringing on the target man Sebastian Abreu. It seemed to be a serious tactical error as Abreu distorted the Uruguayan attack plans, pushing the dangerous Luis Suarez too far to the right. You’d probably say it worked out though.

When extra time arrived things slowed down as both teams were clearly really tired. Ghana, obviously, had played extra time in the second round – I don’t know what Uruguay’s excuse was. There was plenty of effort from both sides but neither seemed able to produce any real end product, and penalties always looked the likeliest outcome. Until, of course, everyone thought it was all over – after a chaotic scramble in the Uruguayan box, Suarez blocked a goalbound shot with a blatant handball and was rightly sent off. You can’t really blame Suarez – he had to take it for the team from his perspective, but it was cheating. Justice would have seen Asamoah Gyan bury his third penalty of the tournament with the last kick of the game, but justice was absent. It was a shocking moment that will stick with the poor man for the rest of his life, but then he had to pick himself up straight away and take another one in the resulting shoot-out. You just felt that the Ghanaians had been jarred mentally by the missed penalty and so it proved as both John Mensah and young Dominic Adiyiah took poor spot kicks which were both saved by Muslera.

It is a great shame that the last African team has departed but Ghana can hold their heads up high. They’ve acquitted themselves very well and got better as they went on. Boateng and Gyan in particular have had excellent tournaments and they came so close to making history as the first African side to reach the semis. Considering how it looked that no team from the home continent would have made it to the knockout stages, the local fans must be proud of them. But sadly they will remember this World Cup for heartbreak more than pride, I fear.

Man of the Day: Hard to say. I’ll go for Sneijder, but Stekelenburg runs him very close for a brilliant save from Kaka and another great one from Maicon. For sheer effort, Gyan gets a mention too.

Tomorrow, we can only hope for another day of such excitement and drama. Germany-Argentina could be a brilliant end-to-end match, two teams who cannot really defend but attack with brilliant skill. I’m going to punt for Germany. Spain should have little trouble dispatching Paraguay.

Day 21: Wish You Were Here

The quarter-finals start tomorrow – good news for those of you who, like me, are suffering from withdrawal. While we wait for proceedings to begin again, though, I thought I’d take a look at those teams who will take no further part in South Africa 2010, having been eliminated already, and also one or two teams who didn’t qualify, whom it would have been nice to see involved in the tournament.

On the whole it’s hard to argue that the teams that failed to get out of their groups deserved to play any further part, but there are, I think, one or two notable exceptions to that statement. One side who I wish had been able to go further was the Ivory Coast. They’ll be looking at that shoddy opening match against a Portugal side who were there for the taking, and wondering how they let it finish 0-0. The last kick of the game, a conservative short corner rather than a cross into the box for someone to get a head on, is a moment that summed up a curious mentality going into that game that they realistically had to win to make sure of qualification, and so it proved. It’s something of a tragedy that probably the most talented African side the world has ever seen has been hamstrung by consecutive terrible draws at this World Cup and the last. Four years ago, they were dropped into a vicious Group of Death containing Argentina, the Netherlands, and what was then Serbia & Montenegro, an even more tricky group than they had this time around. Even if they’d qualified this summer they would have probably faced Spain. When you look at a side containing Kolo and Yaya Toure, Gervinho, Didier Zokora, you think they should be able to do well, but then you see Didier Drogba and you see a player who has such immense talent that with a slightly kinder draw he could have made history for African football. At 32, he has surely now missed his chance to make that impression on the biggest stage of all.

In a very different way it was also a great shame to see New Zealand eliminated. I think everyone took a shine to the All-Whites – written off before the tournament for being a squad comprised of lower league and amateur players, and dreaming of leaving the tournament with a point or even just a goal, they showed incredible determination and pride to bow out unbeaten, having held on for an historic draw with the world champions Italy, who they then finished above in the group standings. Their captain, Ryan Nelsen, had an immense tournament, marshalling the less experienced players like Tommy Smith and Winston Reid who also distinguished themselves against top class opposition. Reid’s last-minute equaliser in the first match against Slovakia to secure the Kiwis’ first ever World Cup point was a moment that will stick in my memory for a long time. Goalkeeper Mark Paston, coming in to the tournament second choice but playing due to Glenn Moss’ suspension, overcame a slightly nervy first game to deliver two assured performances against Italy and Paraguay, and up front young Chris Wood made a really good impression coming off the bench twice and was mere inches from scoring against Italy. It would have been wonderful to have seen them in the knockout stages.

The other team I’m sorry to have seen go was Chile. Their efforts in a losing cause against Brazil a few days ago were not as impressive as their group games, but they really were a breath of fresh air in the first phase. Marcelo Bielsa’s unwavering commitment to attacking football was delightful, and his truly original 3-3-1-3 formation was very effective. The players showed real flexibility in being able to get forward from any position or drop back when others did the same, and if only their star striker Humberto Suazo had been fitter they might have had more finishing prowess to put the icing on a fantastically entertaining cake. Alexis Sanchez seemed to draw all the plaudits from commentators and pundits but for my money the real emerging star for Chile was left winger Jean Beausejour, unoriginally nicknamed “The Frenchman” by his teammates. He showed pace, creativity, a willingness to cross whenever possible and the ability to pull it off most of the time. His goal secured the opening victory over Honduras and he was the most productive of the attacking quartet.

But what of the teams that might have, or maybe should have, been here? An obvious question is how would the Republic of Ireland have fared had they got through their controversial play-off with France? The answer, probably, is not hugely well, but let’s face it, they probably would have done better than the French. Ignoring the changes to group seedings which would have happened if France had not been present, you can’t imagine the likes of Glenn Whelan and Shane Long posing too much of a threat to Uruguay and Meixco, but the qualification alone would have been a significant achievement for Giovanni Trapattoni’s side, one that they would surely have appreciated more than the self-destructive French.

As for a team that really could have made a significant impact on the tournament but didn’t make it, look no further than African champions Egypt. The team that has won the past three Africa Cup of Nations finished inseparable with Algeria in the qualifying group requiring a one-off tie-breaker hosted in the neutral Sudan. Egypt-Algeria has always been a really spicy grudge match so it’s perhaps understandable that Egypt came out second best on the day, despite being unquestionably the best team from their continent, but I would really have liked to have seen how they fared against the rest of the world. I’m sure they would have put up a better fight than Algeria, who looked unpenetrative up front and disorganised at the back. Their squad is comprised of seriously talented players – Essam Al Hadary is by some distance the best African keeper. Ahmed El Mohammadi is an up-and-coming player who can play all along the right flank – at 22, he already has 38 caps and is moving to Sunderland this summer on a loan deal from ENPPI in Egypt. Amr Zaki and Standard Liege’s Emad Motaeb between them have 60 goals in 118 international games. And then there’s Mohammed Abou Trika, behind perhaps only Drogba, Samuel Eto’o and Michael Essien as Africa’s greatest player. It really is a great shame that they haven’t been here to contest the World Cup.

Still, they didn’t make it, and in the end it’s their own fault that they’re not. For those that did qualify, though, the action starts again tomorrow. I predict a win for Uruguay tomorrow over Ghana, but I really don’t know which way the Netherlands vs Brazil will go. My gut feeling is changing constantly, but I’ll listen to my head and say Brazil.

Day 20: They Showed What They Were Merde Of

What? Where’s the football gone? Come back!

Well, it’s the first rest day of the tournament as the remaining eight teams prepare for the quarter-finals. So I decided to take this opportunity to reflect on one of the biggest stories of this World Cup so far – France.

Before I start on the serious analysis, let me start with HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I mean, come on, it’s pretty funny. Rarely do you get to see a team self-destruct quite so spectacularly.

It all started in 2004 when Raymond Domenech was surprisingly appointed manager of the French national team following their exit from that year’s European Championships at the hands of eventual winners Greece in the quarter-finals. He had been in charge of the under-21 side for the past eleven years. Their qualifying campaign for Germany 2006 was stuttering, with France struggling against such footballing luminaries as Israel, Switzerland and the Republic of Ireland. They were in real danger of not qualifying at all, but then Domenech aggressively begged retired greats Claude Makelele, Lilian Thuram, and Zinedine Zidane to bail them out. Inspired particularly by Zidane, France managed to scrape through. At the World Cup that followed, France reached the final and might well have won if Zidane hadn’t had his infamous moment of madness, but none of it was down to Domenech. The players, with very little respect for their manager, who had little ability to influence a game and omitted talented players like Robert Pires because he was a Scorpio (according to Domenech, Scorpios “can’t be trusted”), held a revolution around the leadership of Zidane to get as far as they did. The result looked good on the manager’s CV but it wasn’t his achievement.

After that successful campaign, Domenech led his side into Euro 2008 qualification. Zidane had returned to retirement, but when Claude Makelele announced that he too was retiring from international football, Domenech disgracefully said no. “As long as he can walk, he will play,” said the loon, “I have the right to pick him.” This disgusting treatment of a player who had given long years of great service to his country and now wanted to be able to prolong his professional career at club level indicated Domenech’s desperation and inability to get the best out of the players who were actually available to him. Domenech kept calling him up and Makelele, to his great credit, played on.

At Euro 2008, France were drawn in an admittedly tough group with Italy, the Netherlands and Romania, but performed poorly. The team was old, slow and uninspired, and finish bottom of the group. They looked hopeless and leaderless, and Domenech should have been sacked there and then. The players blatantly didn’t believe in him but the French Football Federation pointed to the World Cup final two years previous and kept him on. And so the malaise continued into the World Cup qualifiers.

France were again poor in that campaign and finished second behind Serbia, who looked comfortably more assured, competent and determined. They then faced that infamous playoff with Ireland, and but for two missed Irish chances and a disgraceful example of cheating from a self-styled ambassador of the game in Thierry Henry, they would have never made it to South Africa.

When they did reach the finals, their group wasn’t the easiest in the world but considering the playing resources at their disposal, France should have made it out on paper. However, it became clear in the first game, a limp performance in a  0-0 draw with Uruguay, that the same problems that had always been under Domenech’s management were still there. There was no belief and no clear game plan. Time went by but Domenech didn’t act to change things for the better. And it just got worse from there. When France lost horrendously to Mexico, Nicolas Anelka berated his manager to kick off the release of all the pent-up discontent in the camp. Apparently Anelka’s situation was resolved inside the camp and it was agreed it would stay until the details of the story were leaked to the press. As soon as the FFF got hold of it they decided to expel Anelka from the squad, which upset many French players including the captain Patrice Evra, who talked of a “traitor” in their midst.

In the next training session Evra was involved in a huge row with the fitness coach Robert Duverne, presumably because he thought that he was the man who had leaked the story, and then we were shown the bizarre sight of Domenech reading a written statement by the playing squad saying that they would be boycotting training. All semblance of discipline and unity was completely lost, as was any lingering illusions that Domenech was in control of his side. He dropped several players, including Evra, for the final match against South Africa, needing a miracle to qualify, but another poor performance saw France lose to the hosts to leave with just one flattering point. The players never gave any other impression on the pitch other than that they couldn’t wait to be shot of the manager and start the new era under Bordeaux coach Laurent Blanc, who was confirmed before the tournament to be taking over after proceedings in South Africa were closed. Domenech himself ended his reign by refusing to shake South Africa coach Carlos Alberto Parreira by the hand, claiming Parreira had offended him when several months previously he had commented on the Henry handball incident. It was a petty, depressing sight that summed up his awful, incompetent tenure that somehow became the longest period in charge of the French national team of any manager in their history.

Now in the aftermath of the debacle, Thierry Henry, still nominally the captain but who played almost no time at all on the pitch, personally requested a meeting with his country’s President, Nicolas Sarkozy, to discuss the issues involved in the team’s exit. That this should be taken to the government is quite insane but I imagine that it will have little consequence for the Blanc era – Henry is a player who will have to be jettisoned by the new manager, having been past his best for a few years now and heading most likely to the MLS this summer, his exit from Barcelona confirmed last week.

Moving forward to the future, France will have the shadow of this World Cup hanging over them for a long time. It’s been a seriously embarrassing and depressing circus that will have affected some players more severely than others and major changes will be needed to lift the nation. Luckily, Blanc seems an excellent appointment, having brought Bordeaux right back to the top of French football playing really beautiful, exciting football in the process, and working closely with Yoann Gourcuff, the midfielder who was underused by Domenech and got harshly sent off in the South Africa match. He’s a player of boundless talent who really can be this new team’s Zidane, and together with Franck Ribery France already have two players to build a team around. There’s also Karim Benzema and Samir Nasri, two excellent young players inexplicably left at home by Domenech in favour of makeweights like Sidney Govou, and also Philippe Mexes, who for many years has been an absolute rock at the heart of the Roma defense and was controversially almost never picked by Domenech and who missed out on both the past two World Cups. Hugo Lloris didn’t have a great tournament here but he is a top class goalkeeper, and there are plenty of other young talents like Lassana Diarra and Mathieu Valbuena who can make a name for themselves on the international stage. I have no doubt that Blanc is the right man for the job, and in Brazil in 2014 France should be back where they belong – competing with the big guns.

Day 19: Write The Future, My Arse

Paraguay 0 – 0 Japan (5-3 penalties)

Spain 1 – 0 Portugal

The quarter-final line-up was confirmed today, and each one of those four games will feature a South American side. That may well have some deep, meaningful significance but I don’t really think there’s any great secret that those teams have been hiding from anyone else.

For one thing, the Paraguay side that played out a pretty stinky 0-0 draw with Japan and then advanced on penalties was a step or two back from the one that had showed up to draw with Italy and beat Slovakia in its first two group games. They looked a little slower, particularly in attack, than they had been, at least until Nelson Haedo Valdez (a.k.a. My First Carlos Tevez) was brought on. I was really quite shocked that Valdez had been omitted from the starting eleven for this match, as his constant drive and energy had been a big part of Paraguay’s qualification from their group. As both teams played out a barren first half Valdez was conspicuous by his absence, and it was little surprise that he was brought on a few minutes into the second.

If it seems like I’m not saying much about this game, that’s because there’s really very little to say. Japan were set up defensively and didn’t attack well when they did get forward, Keisuke Honda not as impressive as he was in previous matches, and Paraguay were slow and ponderous. Even after Valdez came on, they couldn’t really conjure anything, but at least they had some bite and energy up front. Claudio Morel Rodriguez in particular had a poor game, floating several crosses hopelessly wayward. When extra time rolled around it was obvious that both sides were too scared of losing to really go for the win at all. Penalties were an inevitability. The shootout itself was reasonably exciting, most of the penalties being dispatched excellently, but Japan’s third taker, Yuichi Komano, broke a nation’s hearts by hitting the crossbar which proved to be the decisive miss.

Paraguay now ascend to their first ever World Cup quarter-final but I would be shocked if they made it any further on this form. Their opponents, Spain, had a decent game as they eliminated rivals Portugal by David Villa’s goal, a great finish to a thrilling passing move involving Andres Iniesta and Xavi. Spain controlled the entire game as Portugal sat back constantly, often with ten men behind the ball, content to play ultra-defensively and pray for a counterattacking opportunity at some stage which never truly materialised, save for one through ball that Iker Casillas rushed out to defuse. It was really disappointing to watch – it would be unfair of me not to compare them to Greece, to be perfectly frank. Meanwhile Spain spent the first half admirably trying to play through the Portuguese walls but got nowhere. Watching at home I was crying out for the introduction of Jesus Navas or David Silva to ping some crosses over the top towards Fernando Torres, who had another largely quiet game. However, Vicente del Bosque changed the game a different way, removing Torres for Athletic Bilbao striker Fernando Llorente, the best possible recipient of those crosses, and he had an instant impact. Sergio Ramos floated over a piercing cross that Llorente had to dive quite low to get a head on, so it wasn’t a great surprise that he couldn’t put it away convincingly, but the intention was signalled. From then on Llorente held the ball up excellently and brought others into play, and just a couple of minutes later, Villa scored. He’s certainly made a case for starting the quarter-final ahead of Torres, although I don’t think he well. Del Bosque knows that it Torres comes good he will be more effective against the top teams.

As for the red card late on that saw Ricardo Costa leave the field, replays seemed inconclusive as to whether his elbow connected with Joan Capdevila’s face. What’s for sure is that Capdevila’s reaction was embarrassing, but there seemed enough to indicate that the elbow was raised.

Cristiano Ronaldo, the Prancing Prat himself, had another letdown of a match, isolated and unused up front, desperately shifting from one flank to the other to through the middle to try and exert some sort of influence on the game, but Portugal’s defensive tactics just didn’t feed him at all. It’s been another pretty poor tournament for the man who thinks he’s the world’s best player, but for sheer effectiveness I think David Villa has overtaken him in the race to be the world’s second best behind Messi. (Well, actually I’d put the Xavi/Iniesta machine ahead of him, too.)

Man of the Day: I know I must be turning into a broken record this tournament, what with my constant praise of not only Messi and Oezil but David Villa, but Villa really was the difference again today. The most outstanding player in a group of outstanding players was a constant threat from a wide left position, which will encourage his new employers at Camp Nou who were wondering what they were going to do with Zlatan Ibrahimovic. He’s solidly established himself as the best centre-forward in world football.

Tomorrow, there’ll be….uh….oh. Hang on. There’s no football tomorrow. What? The World Cup’s over? But there’s a new one starting on Friday, I hear. I reckon England could do well this time.

Seriously, I’ll still be blogging on the rest days. In the couple of days before the quarter-finals I plan to discuss the French debacle and the teams who have left the tournament so far.

Day 18: Juan Thing Led To Another…

Netherlands 2 – 1 Slovakia

Brazil 3 – 0 Chile

Not, I think it’s fair to say, the most exciting day of the World Cup so far, but I suppose we can all breathe a sigh of relief that nothing went disastrously wrong, anyway.

The Netherlands reached the quarter-finals with a routine victory over Slovakia that suggested that they are still yet to move into top gear. They dominated posession without ever seeking to really kill their opponents off, even with a relatively early lead through Arjen Robben. It was a great goal from the returning winger, sprinting to get on the end of a slightly overhit through ball as if to assure everyone that his hamstring is completely fine now, rounding the defender, and slotting a low shot into the bottom corner of the net. In real time, the goal looked slightly strange, the shot being quite a slow one that I automatically assumed would be saved, but replays showed that it was placed perfectly so as to evade the hand of Jan Mucha. It was quite easy in the end for Robben, whose return has balanced the Dutch side better, quashing my initial worries that moving Dirk Kuyt to the left would create the same cutting-inside problems as there were with Rafael van der Vaart there.

The game remained at 1-0 for a long period, with the Dutch clearly in control but seemingly reluctant to expend two much energy against such lowly opposition, a little arrogant but in the end it proved to be justified. Slovakia were unable to muster many threatening attacks on goal, despite young wingers Vladimir Weiss (Jr., Jr.) and Miroslav Stoch looking peppy and potentially useful outlets. As such it was quite a flat, boring game with no sense that anything of any great importance was going to happen after the first goal. Holland wrapped it up with five minutes to go when Mucha came out to try to stop the oncoming Dirk Kuyt, who evaded and found himself in loads of space. His patience in setting himself for the pull-back to Wesley Sneijder was impressive, and Sneijder atoned for an earlier miss by making no mistakes this time. That killed the game completely and manager Vladimir Weiss (Jr.) took the opportunity to give two squad players a few minutes as subs just to say they had played in a World Cup, which I thought was good of him, even though one of them, Marek Sapara, was a player I’d hoped to have seen more of. Then, out of nowhere, Slovakia got a penalty with the last kick of the game when sub Martin Jakubko made a rather pathetic dive over goalkeeper Stekelenburg, and Robert Vittek converted it to make himself joint top scorer again. Most of the Slovakians have only really had one good game, but Vittek’s done well throughout and his four goals in four games reflect that.

In the other second round match today everyone’s second favourite team, Chile, were comfortably overcome by Brazil. Again it was a slightly disappointing match despite having a few goals, with Chile attacking gamely as they were always going to do but suffering from the same symptoms as they have done all tournament, being unable to find consistent finishing to complete their attacking barrages. This was exacerbated by some terrific Brazilian defending, led chiefly by the man of the match Juan, who was constantly getting in the way and was rewarded by scoring the first goal, a strong header from Maicon’s corner. Only a few minutes later the game looked dead and buried as Luis Fabiano passed into an empty net. Going in two-nil down at half-time, Marcelo Bielsa threw any last semblance of caution to the wind by making two substitutions that essentially left Chile with only two at the back, later falling to just one, although obviously part of Chile’s tactics is that the midfield players can all drop back reasonably effectively. It didn’t make much difference, though, as Brazil continued to do an excellent impression of a brick wall.

In fact, both teams could easily have had a penalty, but missed out by two extremes – first, Lucio performed such an elaborate dive that the genuine foul he suffered was overlooked, and later, Alexis Sanchez refused to go down under a challenge in favour of trying to get a shot away, which came to nothing. There was no question of refereeing mistakes, though, as Howard Webb and his assistants had a competent game in a match with little serious incident. If you were watching ITV, though, you would be forgiven for thinking that the English officials had brought peace to the Middle East with their performance. I don’t want to get into a rant that non-British-based readers won’t understand a word of, but suffice to say that even by his own hideously low standards, Clive Tyldesley had a mind-numbingly bad game.

So now the two teams have set up a quarter-final against each other in a few days’ time, and it could be a really interesting game. From what I can see, the Netherlands are perhaps the best-equipped team to beat Brazil left in the tournament, able to match their formation man-for-man and with Arjen Robben running at Michel Bastos on the Dutch right and Dirk Kuyt maybe being able to match Maicon’s work-rate on the other flank. Bert van Marwijk will obviously have to make sure his side fire on all cylinders for that match, though, as anything less will not be enough.

Man of the Day: Juan was absolutely imperious at the heart of the Brazilian defense.

Tomorrow, I fancy Paraguay to overcome Japan in a hard-fought game, maybe on penalties, and Spain to dispatch Portugal in the Iberian derby.