There's No Other Way (4-4-2 for the Quarter Final)
Neville Ferdinand Carrager A. Cole
Beckham Hargreaves Gerrard J. Cole
Walcott Rooney
JT's World Cup is over. He's a basket case liability at the back. Even in his post-match interviews he's been transformed from a full-blooded, teeth-grinding leader into a shy little boy out of his depth. Why? Because Paul Robinson scares the bejesus out of him. Before Van der Sar arrived at Man U Rio had gotten used to playing in front of dodgy keepers but Terry has always had Cech, or at worst, Cudicini, pulling off the heroics. Robinson is another country and Terry can't read the map, has lost his passport and doesn't speak the language.
Calamity James might drop a bloomer at any time but he's got real physical presence and who's the third keeper? I can't even be bothered to look him up.
Neville goes in if he's half-fit and if not then Bridge. At least he knows how to make an overlapping run upfield, unlike Carrager, and Hargreaves is needed elsewhere, namely in central midfield. Like the Roonster, Hargreaves displays admirable taste in refusing to sing along to God Save the Sodding Queen and he carries that class onto the pitch, snapping into tackles, winning the ball and passing crisply to the nearest forward teammate. What else do you need in that position?
Lampard is so bad no case needs to be made for dropping him. Beckham on the right over Lennon, just, for his crossing and set pieces. Crouch is, and only ever will be, Plan B. We know Walcott has speed and...well, that's all we know about him but he's there so play the bloody child and see what happens. Pace, as the pundits never tire of saying, scares defenders, he'll win lots of free kicks around the area and free up some space for Rooney to operate.
