Hodgson has indicated today that he’ll give some of the Three Lions’ ‘experienced’ players a chance to “show that they are as good a player as we believe they were in the previous tournaments, when maybe the team has not gone quite as far as we hoped they would go”. Oh, goodie. At least, however, he’s now got Gary Neville whispering into his ear.

I wrote for Goal.com after the appointment yesterday why I think that that’s a great move, with part of it being Neville’s on-record desire to blood youth in bulk this summer. Roy’s quotes today may not be entirely reflective of a total agreement with that (Shock! Horror! England manager does not have squad dictated to him by inexperienced staffer) and perhaps indicate more of a future plan with the ‘stars’ bowing out after Poland and Ukraine. Which may be as good a compromise as we can hope for.

At any rate, though, it looks like we’re going to see exactly the sort of England squad that will be of little benefit, with the big names, whose experience is only that of repeated international failure and therefore not really the sacred commodity that those who fall back on it would have you believe, wheeled out for one last dreary dirge of a quarter-final exit.

Bringing through new ideas and inducting the internationally-inexperienced is going to be the main benefit available to England at Euro 2012. There’s flat-out no chance of them winning – there is, based on what we’ve seen, no possible combination of 23 players who will be good enough to lift the trophy. Which is fine. Getting excited about genuine chances to win tournaments down the line loses its lustre if you blindly assume that there’s an opportunity to win every one just because it’s England.

So if triumph is out of the question, why repeat the same efforts with the same squad? After all, Einstein’s definition of madness is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result – and Einstein was an incredible football manager.

Instead, Hodgson should be looking to bring in the readiest young stars and give them a taste of the tournament madhouse, working with the right experienced heads who they can best learn from to put them in good stead for when they become the key parts of the World Cup 2014 side.

So here’s the 23 I’d pick. I suspect it will differ significantly from tomorrow’s announcement.

GOALKEEPERS

Joe Hart (Manchester City), John Ruddy (Norwich City), Robert Green (West Ham United)

Hart: Obviously first choice. Source: Emma Norén

Hardly a taxing decision, this. Joe Hart is England’s best goalkeeper by a considerable distance and will be a cornerstone of the side for many years to come. He’ll start, and then Hodgson will pray that nothing happens to him.

The backup options are not massively inspiring. John Ruddy is probably the second name to go down off the back of an excellent season for Norwich, although he has been more of a decent keeper performing at a high personal level rather than a quality stopper with a normal year. There are still the occasional errors and positional concerns about Ruddy but for the most part he has been consistent and earned the opportunity to come along.

This is in contrast to the other available options, which are very much compromises. Robert Green has done fine this year and will probably go despite playing at Championship level. Would you have full confidence in him? No, but better than Scott Carson (greener and playing at arguably similar or lower level for Bursaspor) and Paul Robinson (I mean, come on). Ben Foster’s confirmed that he won’t come out of retirement despite his West Brom manager getting the top job.

Some have called for Jack Butland to come along as the third keeper. That’s 18-year-old Jack Butland, of Birmingham, who has spent the season on loan at Cheltenham Town. Sorry, but no. He might end up brilliant, but it would be pointless for playing time, damaging to his young ego, and frankly insulting to whoever gets ignored in favour of him.

DEFENDERS

Kyle Walker (Tottenham), Micah Richards (Manchester City), Rio Ferdinand (Manchester United), Joleon Lescott (Man City), Gary Cahill (Chelsea), Phil Jones (Man Utd), Ashley Cole (Chelsea), Leighton Baines (Everton)

Walker gets the nod at right-back. Source: Alison Pasciuto, Flickr

Right-back is delightfully simple. Kyle Walker has had a thoroughly pleasing breakthrough season, doing well enough at both ends of the pitch, and should probably start. I would have plumped for Micah Richards if you’d asked me a couple of months ago but the City man has fallen somewhat out of favour with Roberto Mancini due to his performances slightly tailing off. He remains, though, a very useful full-back and can be the train to Walker’s jet-ski, offering a different physical option in the position. Glen Johnson is one of the men symptomatic of the Premier League’s hype machine, overrated from one promising season at Portsmouth and continually given more credit than is due at club and international level ever since. I would not bring him.

Left-back is even easier as both Ashley Cole and Leighton Baines have had excellent campaigns once again, and there is absolutely nobody else who comes close to challenging them. Kieran Gibbs needs to stay fit and prove himself over a whole season but should get his chance as second choice in 2012-13 if Cole retires from England duty after Euro 2012.

Centre-back is where things get slightly trickier. First things first, John Terry shouldn’t go. Period. I would go further and quibble with his on-pitch merits, but Iain Macintosh explains perfectly why off-field reasons mean that the Chelsea captain should be kept well away from the England squad and it seems fairly clear that the cons outweigh the pros here. God forbid, of course, if he was included then, against all the odds, they actually did somehow win, and then the court case went sour … I’m not looking to call Terry innocent or guilty, but this is just a snippet of the sort of thing that would dog the entire team all summer if he were picked. And that circus would far from help acclimatise the young players to a normal, professional tournament process.

Anyway. People who’ll actually go. Rio Ferdinand may be struggling with his back a little but is still more than solid and can offer more valuable experience in terms of actually knowing where to stand on the pitch and such basics which often elude England centre-backs. Joleon Lescott, that howler against QPR on Sunday aside, has had an exceptional year, maturing superbly under the influence of Vincent Kompany, and may even be the first-choice central defender now.

Behind them, Gary Cahill would be my first choice for cover. He’s more similar to Ferdinand than any other available centre-back in that he can actually pass the ball if he feels like it. His fitness is the only thing that needs keeping an eye out for, with Phil Jagielka waiting in case he doesn’t make it.

I’d round it off with Phil Jones. Though clearly with some maturing to do, Jones is going to be a big part of England for the foreseeable future and can offer enough now to be useful, so bring him for the experience, and he can cover in defensive midfield too if needs be.

MIDFIELDERS

Scott Parker (Tottenham, captain), Michael Carrick (Man Utd), Paul Scholes (Man Utd), Frank Lampard (Chelsea), Leon Osman (Everton), Ashley Young (Man Utd), Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain (Arsenal)

Carrick: England’s best midfielder. Source: Gordon Flood, Flickr

Perhaps the area where I have left my side lightest is in central midfield, especially as I would start games with three in that position. Scott Parker is not quite the first name on the teamsheet but he is perhaps the only tackling midfielder of sufficient quality with a reasonable shout of the squad and will start if fit, and remains a steady holder of the captain’s armband. No reason to quibble here.

He should be playing alongside Michael Carrick, England’s finest in his position this season. He is the closest thing that the country has to Sergio Busquets, the sort of player criminally underrated by a baying public but his sensible passing is of huge value to an international side. An undisputed starter for me, and, if he can do so alongside club team-mate Paul Scholes, so much the better. You might call my hope for the veteran’s inclusion a direct contradiction to my desire to promote youth, but I don’t think it would be. As well as offering sheer passing class, Scholes has the kind of experience that you want in a tournament squad. Having retired in 2004, he missed the worst of this generation’s overhyping, and his cool-headed professionalism is exactly what young stars should be learning from. Whether he can be persuaded out of international retirement for one last summer is of course unknown, but if anyone can, it’s Gary Neville.

England don’t have as much quality as their perceived rivals so occupying space in midfield to maximise their chances will be important, making a central three a good idea. To mix the defensive battle of Parker, Carrick’s deep mechanical distribution and Scholes’ nous and ability to get forward looks the best combination available.

Covering for them should be Frank Lampard. The Chelsea man has declined, no question, but his form since Roberto Di Matteo’s elevation has been much improved from a slightly more stationary deep position and he has put up enough of a fight for his place in the 23. I’d take him over alternatives like James Milner (who’s more of a wide man anyway) and Leon Britton (a brilliant year but Joe Allen is the real quality in the Swansea midfield).

You’ll notice that Steven Gerrard isn’t in the list. No, I’m not calling him a forward either. He’s not on the plane. The hailing of the Liverpool midfielder as the man to single-handedly change a game would not be of much benefit and the truth is that he has declined more steeply than Lampard. In trying to do everything at Anfield, Gerrard has started to do mostly nothing. His positional play has become terrible through years of such one-man-army behaviour and his form and fitness just aren’t all that these days. Gerrard has had his moments but England have bent over backwards to accommodate him for too long and they would do well to break away from that.

He has recently acted more as a forward for England these days than a midfielder, and would in my squad too, but this section looks a little thin if I don’t mention Ashley Young in it. His diving habit is exceedingly irritating, yes, but he has proved his worth as a wide man who tucks in to combine with Rooney before now and should continue that role in Poland and Ukraine.

Providing a substitute option in that area as well as central midfield or anywhere across the front in a pinch should be Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain. He has only played a small amount of matches for Arsenal, it’s true, but you needed only to see his superb showing against AC Milan (the leg they won, obviously) to know that he already has what it takes. He wouldn’t start, but his drive and hunger to beat men and get forward, as well as remaining remarkably composed for one so young, make him a legitimately useful option.

Rounding off the midfield is my wild-card pick, Leon Osman of Everton. This was the slot I originally reserved for Milner but, as well as not getting picked for Man City of late, Milner is one of those ‘utility’ players who gets brought because he can fill in anywhere across the midfield, but without being particularly great at any of those positions. Rather than pick a specialism-free effort machine, I’d opt for Osman, who has had his best season yet for the Toffees with nowhere near the recognition merited. He won’t be around internationally for long, but he will work hard as well as possessing valuable crossing and passing ability from a more advanced midfield role.

Missing out here: Aaron Lennon – had a good year, and might be of use to a certain tall striker, but not enough of a goal threat in his own right to be on the right of a 4-3-3.  Gareth Barry – just not all that good, nowhere near as sharp defensively as Parker and not as sensible a passer as Carrick, Scholes or Lampard. Adam Johnson – going to waste at City. Andrew Surman – wouldn’t fit the system. Nathan Dyer – impressing but you couldn’t pick him ahead of Lennon.

FORWARDS

Wayne Rooney (Man Utd), Danny Welbeck (Man Utd), Theo Walcott (Arsenal), Grant Holt (Norwich), Daniel Sturridge (Chelsea)

Get him on the plane, dammit! Source: Jon Candy, Flickr

With few credible options, this part of the squad mostly picks itself. Rooney, despite the two-match suspension, is obvious. If he were Spanish or German, you might be tempted to drop him, but there’s just nobody else near his level or even really in his mould. He should be joined by Danny Welbeck, with whom he has been combining increasingly successfully at Old Trafford over the past months.

Theo Walcott gets the nod on the right of the front three. A striker at heart even if that end goal has been distorted a little too much by Arsenal, he offers more as an all-round forward than Lennon would in his position and has performed more or less acceptably for England over the past couple of years. In current state, Walcott wouldn’t get anywhere near a top international side, but you work with what you have.

Options up front are important. Even Spain have a tall aerial threat to bring on in Fernando Llorente, so of course England should have a physical handful available up front, but Grant Holt is more than just the quintessential big man. His 17  goals in 2011-12 have not just been a case of elbowing defenders out of the way to head home, though there is no question that that is something at which he is most accomplished. Holt is a genuinely great finisher who also happens to be a battering ram. His teamwork is admirable with plenty of running and holding-up to bring people int o play.

The other choices for his role? Andy Carroll? Potential, yes, but two or three great games at the end of an otherwise-monumentally-pants season does not a call-up signal. Carroll may eventually be ready for the international call but doing so after such a tiny burst of form would only be a damaging overreaction. If he went, played, and made one mistake, fans and media would immediately get on his back. Stability will be the key to him getting back on form long-term, and an England place now won’t bring it.

The fifth forward slot (as really is essential for major tournaments) is very hard to choose. Few merit it. Darren Bent won’t realistically be fit enough or he would get it. Bobby Zamora? Not as well as Holt. Peter Crouch? A remnant of the overhyped 2006 team who scored one incredible goal this season but has otherwise been pretty average. No defender is going to fear Crouch.

Jermain Defoe? Not playing enough at Tottenham, doesn’t really suit a 4-3-3 as an out-and-out poacher, and offers less all-round than Welbeck. Danny Graham? Maybe in 2014 if he keeps it up, but at present is behind Welbeck and Defoe. I would go for Daniel Sturridge, not because his form thrills me in any way, but because he will surely be around in the years to come so the experience should help. The Chelsea man also offers the option of a left-footed forward, a very useful variety, as well as an alternative approach on the right flank, where, unlike Walcott or Young, he can cut inside on his preferred foot to shoot.

Anyway, that’s quite enough of my rambling. I’ll leave you with my team to face France.

England (4-3-3): Hart; Walker, Ferdinand, Lescott, Cole; Carrick, Parker (c), Scholes; Welbeck, Holt, Young

For as long as I have been watching football, I’ve hated Manchester United. I’ve really, properly hated them. Far more so than Portsmouth (I’ve hardly ever been inspired to more than indifference in that regard) – and, I admit, probably more than I’ve ever loved “my” club, Southampton.

I’ve witnessed United play frequently-dazzling football and win trophy after trophy, each one giving me a horrible sickening feeling. The mere mention of the word ‘United’ would prompt an internalised “ugh”, instinctively and with some gusto.

But I’ve noticed lately … that’s gone.

Why now? I’ve never been short of reasons to dislike the club. My formative football years were spent watching the Red Devils ruthlessly mullering all comers (the first season I saw, 1998-99, ended with them winning the treble), which firmly established them as the evil empire against whom any team became Luke Skywalker – albeit usually the Luke of The Empire Strikes Back, casually brushed aside by Darth Vader.

I instantly disliked Alex Ferguson (no Sir back then), with his grouchiness, contemptuous demeanour and that incessant bloody gum-chewing. He always seemed to get the extra time that his side needed and insisted on signing and fielding the largest assortment of unlikeable and downright ugly players that I could see.

Roy Keane, Gary Neville, Jaap Stam, Ruud van Offside, Rio Ferdinand … I hated them all. I dismissed David Beckham as a smug, irritating pretty-boy before he left Old Trafford and I was duly converted, though he was very much the exception to the rule. The problem, of course, was that all of them were exceedingly, consistently good and I never got to see them endure a suitable comeuppance.

Michael Owen delivering a sharp, uncomfortable prod to my childhood - Source: Gordon Flood, Flickr

Then came Cristiano Ronaldo, who did the impossible and made me detest United even more. I shan’t risk derailing myself by explaining in depth why he summoned such revulsion from me – I imagine that the reasons are obvious to you, simply multiply them by a thousand – but suffice to say that his transfer to Real Madrid was one of the happiest days of my life as a fan. I notice while writing that it was around that time at which I became an all-out Barcelona fan, a connection which I hadn’t made until now …

Perhaps the prancing prat’s departure was the beginning of the change in my attitude towards Manchester United.

Or was it Michael Owen’s arrival? In the same summer, my footballing hero signed for the enemy. It is no exaggeration to say that Owen’s goal against Argentina in World Cup 98 is the sole reason behind my love of football. I had taken no real interest in the other games in that tournament but his scintillating, weaving run and finish grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and told me in no uncertain terms that I now adored this sport. I immediately idolised Owen, declaring myself a Liverpool fan (that one didn’t take, its ghost finally dispelled upon my first visit to St Mary’s), and to see him putting on the ‘wrong’ red shirt 11 years later was horrifying.

Maybe he softened United’s image for me, but his general lack of playing time still cushions the blow. It’s very easy to pretend that Michael Owen has nothing to do with Old Trafford.

More pertinent, I think, are the emergences of Chelsea and Manchester City as true forces. At first, I had lapped up the Roman Abramovich revolution as it brought Jose Mourinho to England – what a man – but, with the Portuguese long gone, the Blues are now just another side who one day picked up a ridiculous injection of cash. I don’t dislike them, but I certainly don’t particularly care what happens to them (sorry, Dad).

And City … City are a curious case. I can forgive them a lot on account of Mario Balotelli, unquestionably the most brilliant thing about modern football, and David Silva, a true artist of the game.

They remain, however, an incredibly unromantic concept for a neutral such as myself. All I’m doing, essentially, is watching somebody else play Football Manager, having used the editor tool to give themselves infinite money. It’s only interesting for about 20 minutes when you’re the one playing, for crying out loud. Another team whom it’s hard to really enjoy watching take home their artificial glories.

And so I find myself in this position where Manchester United, despite the Glazers, feel more genuine and worthy of respect than many of their rivals. It’s uncomfortable, watching this side whom I remember that I should be hating, and just … not. I certainly don’t particularly like them, but I can’t muster the enthusiasm to object so strenuously any more.

It’s happening to more than just the team itself. I’ve guiltily had a go at managing United on FM and rather enjoyed it. Even Gary Neville – Gary Neville – is an appealing, insightful pundit whose presence I welcome. These are things that I would have considered nightmarish not long ago.

I suppose it’s a good thing that my bias is ebbing away as I begin regular employment in football journalism, but I can’t help feeling that a core part of my footballing self was stolen without my noticing. In a way, I shall miss it.

Wait, what’s that? A 97th-minute winner? Ugh.

It seems that Arsenal fans may have had a point. “In Wenger We Trust,” read the banners at Emirates Stadium which hung even while their club languished in 15th place in the Premier League earlier in the season.

Critics pointed to a defence made up of headless chickens, devoid of cohesion, awareness and often basic positional sense as the main reason for the  Gunners’ decline.

New additions to the back line over the summer were required, it was declared. Arsene Wenger should have picked up a proven Premier League centre-back, some said, with Gary Cahill and Chris Samba two names bandied about but ultimately passed on by the Emirates hierarchy, both snapped up by others in January.

Instead, Per Mertesacker was the only arrival on transfer deadline day – a defender of undoubted ability but one too immobile to ever contribute to any kind of impregnability at the back. Results were disastrous and the problem remained. However, perhaps the solution had already been arranged after all.

If any club has been hit hardest by injuries in 2011-12, surely it is Arsenal, not just in sheer numbers but in the positions on the pitch affected by medical troubles.

Defenders were wheeled into the infirmary at a pace worthy of Alex Oxlade-Chamberlain, with the full-back areas particularly strained. There has been virtually no opportunity for Wenger to name a consistent side, let alone his strongest one.

The appearances statistics speak for themselves – Laurent Koscielny has been the most frequently-deployed player in defence this season but has still missed nine of Arsenal’s 45 games in all competitions.

Thomas Vermaelen has featured in 31 matches, Mertesacker 27. Bacary Sagna, the club’s only full-fledged right-back, has been restricted to 21 games. No fewer than seven men have been forced into the left-back slot over the course of the campaign.

But now the physio’s room is starting to clear and Arsenal can point to some very encouraging signs as a regular roster is finally becoming established.

In their last five games, the Gunners have fielded the same back five – Wojciech Szczesny in goal, with Sagna, Koscielny, Vermaelen and Kieran Gibbs across the defence – and they have won all five of those fixtures. In the Premier League this term, that group has started a total of eight matches together, winning seven and drawing one.

The side are visibly improved as a result, with Wenger’s defensive philosophy looking clearer. All four defenders are comfortable on the ball and capable of distributing it well in addition to possessing vital agility (in stark contrast to panic-buy Mertesacker). Wenger’s side push forward effectively from full-back, with Sagna in particular combining to deadly effect with Walcott on the right flank against Newcastle.

This is a group of players who could excel together for a long time to come, injuries permitting. Sagna is the oldest at 29 and, already widely regarded as the best right-back in the division, should be able to carry on at a high level for years to come. Both centre-backs are 26, traditionally an age at which men in their position are reaching the pick of their powers.

Szczesny already looks a fine, confident keeper at only 21 and 22-year-old Gibbs exhibits plenty of potential, though must develop greater defensive maturity to complement his attacking contributions.

All are Wenger men through and through and the Frenchman deserves credit for assembling them – and particularly for keeping faith with Koscielny, who has emerged as a very different player to the nervous, passive figure of his debut year.

There remains much work to be done – we already know how exposed Arsenal can be by even the absences of one or two players, and the midfield still does not do enough to shield the defence. Alex Song has had plenty of time but has neither thrown off his inconsistency nor grown out of the stupid or ridiculous.

The Gunners are crying out for a reliable defensive midfielder – and perhaps a much-anticipated move for Yann M’Vila will prove to be the final piece of Wenger’s jigsaw.

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.

“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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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.

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)

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.

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!

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.