Second Semi Final

England v France

As expected, Sven keeps faith in 4-5-1, with Carragher coming in at centre-back for the suspended Terry, the dynamic Aaron Lennon earning a first international start on the right, and Peter Crouch on his lonesome up front. In a shock move, Mr Eriksson hands the captain's armband to Owen Hargreaves.

England are behind on 33 minutes from a controversial Zinedine Zidane penalty. Jamie Carragher sticks out a leg and that diving get Thierry Henry falls over it. Was never a spot-kick in a million years, but it's given and Zidane blasts it home, Robinson can only stand and admire.

But France's lead is hardly a fair reflection on the balance of play, as England continue to improve and dominate possession. Aaron Lennon is absolutely on fire, full of pacy runs, backheels and confident efforts on goal, one scorching long-ranger forcing Barthez to tip over. So amazing is the Spurs teenager's performance that he is loudly cheered every time he touches the ball, even by the neutrals. 

One incident in particular sums up Lennon's display. Towards the end of the first half. Gerrard pings in a right-wing cross, just too far in front of the diminutive youngster who is being closely marshalled by Sagnol. Although some less principled individuals may have resorted to launching themselves like a human torpedo in an attempt to con the ref into giving a penalty, young Aaron remains upright and allows the chance to go begging rather than break the rules. This act of sportsmanship earns him spontaneous applause from all four corners of the ground.

England throw everything at the French in the second-half, but most of our boys look out on their feet. Things go from bad to worse on the hour mark when Gary Neville limps off with a recurrence of his calf injury, so Sven switches Hargreaves to right back and brings on Jermaine Jenas in midfield. Why Jenas? To justify his selection in the squad, most likely.

Les Bleus, looking assured, are content to sit back and defend, while England's rag-tag mob somehow survive their thrusting counterattacks. The Three Lions are particularly grateful to Robbo for a save from Henry which he knows little about, the ball basically hitting him on the backside and deflecting clear. Robinson also parries from Ribery as only the imperious Rio Ferdinand and our dynamic right-sided combo of Lennon and Hargreaves seem to have the energy to repel the ageing French and keep on driving the rest of our exhausted lads forward.

With 77 minutes played, and time ticking away, all looks lost. But England win a free kick 35 yards out and the hitherto luckless Frank Lampard decides to have a crack, believe it or not. His shot is struck with venom, but as always, lacks direction, and careers disappointingly straight for Fabien Barthez at a comfortable saving height. But inexplicably, the bald goon opts to juggle the ball instead of catching it. It slips from his grasp, squeaks into the air, and although someone like, say, Luis Figo might have mistimed his jump, got underneath the ball and headed it over, the talismanic Peter Crouch has the natural height to nod it into the empty net. 1-1.

With 10 minutes to go, England have got out of jail but look in desperate need of fresh legs and maybe another striker. Sven peers through his round-rimmed goggles to the bench, and only sees the eager face of a 17-year-old staring up at him. Frowning, he takes off Crouch and introduces Sol Campbell, pushing Lennon into the lone striker's role with five across the back.

Seconds remain. Extra time looms. Then Barthez catches the ball. Perhaps stunned that such a thing could happen, France lose concentration and instead of hoofing their keeper's clearance out of play to kill the remaining seconds, give the ball away in their own half to Gerrard. Looking up, Stevie steers a beautifully weighted through pass into the path of Lennon, who has timed his run superbly and despite French protests, is marginally onside. Out lumbers Barthez, diving in desperation, but the new hero of English football has the composure to gently dink the ball over him and into the empty net. It's the last kick of the game.

The final glorious score - England 2 (Crouch, Lennon) France 1 (Zidane pen). Altogether now...it's coming home, it's coming home, it's coming, football's coming home.

France's defeat signals the end of the career of the great Zidane. And the less-than-great Barthez, for that matter. Sack the juggler, as they say. Now the World Cup Final on Sunday will be England versus Italy. Word on the street is that Aaron Lennon is a cert to be named the FIFA Young Player of the Tournament. Perhaps a megabucks transfer to Man United is also in the offing. I hear they're looking for a new wide man.

The latest from Fantasy World

Wayne Rooney issues a statement where he admits his stamp on Carvalho's scrotum was entirely premeditated, apologises unreservedly, and pleads with FIFA not to dole out the ultimate punishment of banning him from the World Cup Final. Sepp Blatter commends Rooney's honesty. Then promptly suspends him for six games.

At the daily press conference, Sven is asked whether he has a Plan D to win the World Cup without Wayne Rooney, after the failure of Plan C (to win the World Cup with Wayne Rooney), Plan B (to win the World Cup without Wayne Rooney) and Plan A (to win the World Cup with Wayne Rooney).

Semi Final 1

Germany v Italy

According to rumour, the Italian press uncovered some secret footage of Thorsten Frings getting involved in the post-match scrap after Germany v Argentina, FIFA took a look at it and now Frings has been suspended from this game. Some classic Italian espionage at work there. So Sebastian Kehl comes in. Borowski replaces Schweinsteiger. Bit of a selection shock from national hero Klinsi, but Borowski did play well against the Argies. Plus his first name is the highly unGermanic 'Tim', which is good for a laugh if nothing else.

Nesta is still out with a groin injury so Marco Materazzi returns from suspension after missing the Ukraine rout. This means one of Everton's worst ever players has a chance of turning out in a World Cup Final. Barmy. The Italians have vowed to win the World Cup for former player and Juventus coach Gianluca Pessotto, who threw himself from a balcony in a suicide attempt last week. Nothing to do with the match-fixing scandal, apparently.

First Half

This game starts at a pace of blood and thunder. Italy look the better side and have a tremendous chance to open the scoring when Totti sends Simone Perrotta clear but his touch lets him down, Lehmann smothers.

Pirlo is developing into one of the most effective midfield players of this World Cup. In comes his free kick, and both Toni and Materazzi could have touched it in, but the ball evades them. Then Mertesacker blocks Toni's goalbound shot. The Italians are like men possessed.

Even so, Schneider has the best chance of the half, shooting fractionally over following good interplay by Germany's eight-goal front two Podolski and Klose. "I do like to see two strikers playing with each other," pipes up David Pleat. Quite.

Second Half

Ballack is looking off the pace here. The game is passing him by as Pirlo and Camaronesi run riot in midfield. Perhaps he's missing Frings.

Buffon shows why he's arguably the tournament's outstanding keeper with a brave dive at Klose's feet and a marvellous parry from Podolski's acute angle shot. Meanwhile the commentators are raving about this game, claiming it's the best of World Cup 2006 so far.  

Ballack has a free kick with time running out, but curls it over. Odonkor and Schweinsteiger have emerged from the bench and so have Gilardino and Iaquinta for Italy. Both sides are really going for it, such a refreshing change from the timid knockout matches to date.

Extra Time

Will the Azzurri be unlucky? Gilardino's cut back shot comes back off the post, then Zambrotta comes marauding forward and his shot cannons back off the bar - both incidents happen in the first few minutes of the first period of extra time.  Then towards the end of the 15 minutes, the spirited Odonkor pops in a beautiful cross and Podolski really should bury it, but mistimes his header and it's harmlessly wide.

In the second period Podolski still looks most likely, firing in a rasper brilliantly turned over one-handed by Buffon. Down the other end race the Italians, a fabulous combination by Totti and Iaquinta setting up Del Piero who squanders his shot, then moments later the magnifico Pirlo forces a save from Lehmann, who is seemingly impregnable.

Seemingly indeed. Two minutes remain. Penalties look a certainty. And the Germans never lose on penalties. Italy don't want it to go that far, so from a corner they push forward in numbers, Pirlo picks out Grosso, and "the great Italian left back" proves such greatness with a precision curling shot just out of the reach of Lehmann. And to paraphrase Motty after David Platt's goal against Belgium 16 years ago....Italy have done it, in the last minute of extra time!

Klinsmann's face tells the story, he knows the German fairytale is over. But still they bomb forward with tireless energy, only for Italy to break. Gilardino races in on goal, the Germans only have two men back to cover, and with eyes in the back of his head young Alberto spots the evergreen Del Piero rampaging in behind him. A blind reverse pass, Del Piero sidefoots across the ball in one motion, and its up and into the top corner before Lehmann can adjust his perm. 2-0.

Italy are in the final, and it emerges that Simone Perrotta was born in Ashton-Under-Lyne. Perhaps he will get the chance to face the country of his birth on Sunday in Berlin? We can but hope.

Tennis News

Andy Murray storms into the quarter-finals of Wimbledon after an inspired four set win over Marcos Baghdatis. "I'm glad England are still in the World Cup," he says afterwards. "If they'd gone out on Saturday all the media attention would be focussed on me and I'd probably have crumbled under the pressure and lost in straight sets."

The Morning After

Wake up with a stinging hangover after last night's unprecedented celebrations. England are in the semi-finals of the World Cup for the first time since 1990. Better still, they won't play Brazil. A close-range Thierry Henry volley saw the desperately average France defeat the reigning champions 1-0 in last night's other quarter-final, a game I didn't see because I partied so damn hard.

The papers are acclaiming our 'Ten Lions And One Absolute Legend', the latter being Sir Peter Crouch, as the tabloids have affectionately nicknamed England's genial giant.

St George flags are still flying proudly all over our town, and people are still happy.

Sven gives a press conference and the English journalists say sorry (nine times) for ever doubting his tactics and motivational skills. The esteemed Mr Eriksson refuses to name his team for Wednesday's semi. Even so, press speculation is that Crouch, Lennon and Carragher will come in for Rooney, Beckham and Terry, as Sven keeps faith with the 4-5-1 formation which has proven to be an absolute revelation. Some sections of the media also call for Michael Carrick to replace the disappointing Frank Lampard, who is pictured in The People next to a barn door and a banjo.

It's announced that Beckham will be out for six weeks and will miss the rest of the tournament. Flouncing into a press conference, the skipper reads (badly) from a prepared statement. Choking back the crocodile tears, Becks says: "For the past six years, it has been a great honour for me to captain my country, but  I know I'm not good enough any more, so I'm going to step down now in an attempt to gain public sympathy. I'm absolutely heartbroken that I can't realise my boyhood dream to play in the World Cup Final, not least because it'll cost me millions in sponsorship deals. But I hope the lads go out and win the World Cup for me, so I can push in to lift the trophy at the end and steal their thunder. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to do a spot of shopping in Baden Baden with Victoria." Beckham is vilified by the press for hogging the limelight from his heroic team-mates at this time of great national rejoicing.

As yet FIFA have not ruled if Wayne Rooney's ban will extend to the World Cup Final, should England get there. Uri Geller is pictured on the front page of the News of the World, fingers crossed, accompanied by the headline: "WE'RE PRAYING FOR WAYNE....AGAIN."

Crushed

I'm writing this entry after England's penalty shoot out defeat to Portugal.

What else is there to say? Don't really want to dwell on today's nightmare. Feeling absolutely crushed. Watched it in the pub with plans to go out afterwards and celebrate. But when Ronaldo's penalty hit the net, just stumbled home in the searing heat, too dazed to even cry, and went to bed.

I have never felt this devastated about a football match before. After all the hype, the hope and expectation, it's all over. I'll be in my 40s the next time the World Cup comes to Europe and England have a realistic chance, and that's frightening.

Am struggling to cope, or even sleep, so I will try some self-help by presenting an alternative ending to today's events. This is what should have happened in Gelsenkirchen, had God taken pity on us and been an Englishman for once.

England v Portugal

After 120 minutes, the World Cup quarter-final ends England 0 Portugal 0. England lost Beckham to an ankle injury after 49 minutes, then Wayne Rooney was sent off on 62 minutes after stamping on Ricardo Carvalho's goolies and then giving Christiano Ronaldo a gentle shove, after Ronaldo goaded him and inflamed the situation by demanding the referee give his United team-mate a red card.

But after going down to 10 men, England played with typical pride and defiance. They even produced the better chances. Aaron Lennon came on as sub and was dynamic down the right. Peter Crouch also came off the bench and helped keep the ball high up the pitch, so we could put Portugal under some pressure even with reduced numbers. In defence John Terry and Rio Ferdinand fought like lions to keep the Portugese at bay, Terry growing in stature even after his second yellow card of the knockout stage, while Owen Hargreaves was a human dynamo in midfield, his best display in an England shirt by a mile.

But despite such heroics and a few near misses in front of goal, a crucial England game went to penalties, yet again. Surely after the heartbreaks of 1990, 1996, 1998 and 2004, this time England's luck has to change? We battled manfully for a draw despite only having 10 men, playing some of our best football of the tournament after Rooney was dismissed. Surely this time, it has to be different?

Here we go. Can hardly bear to look.

Simao scores for Portugal. Lampard's shot is saved by that idiot Ricardo. Despair. But then Hugo Viana misses the target. The legend that is Owen Hargreaves, England's surprise man of the match, blasts it home and celebrates like Pearcey. Then Petit sends Robbo the wrong way but his effort shaves the post. Would have bet Anfield on Stevie Gerrard scoring, but Ricardo saves again. Then Postiga makes it 2-1 to Portugal. It's not looking good as Jamie Carragher steps up, needing to score to prevent match point to the old enemy..

But what if....?

Now here's where we enter a parallel dimension. Suspend your disbelief, and imagine that God actually took pity on us for once.

Jamie Carragher, who came on as sub with two minutes to go specifically to take a penalty, takes a short run up and thumps the ball with no fuss into the roof of the net. 2-2.

Ricardo immediately races up to the Argentine ref to claim he wasn't ready, joined by a gaggle of protesting Portguese players. The official, blinded by Christiano Ronaldo's teeth, gets all confused during the melee and forgets that he hadn't actually blown his whistle before Carragher took the kick. He allows the goal to stand and Ricardo throws himself to the floor in anguish, while continuing to complain bitterly.

In all the hubbub, Ronaldo's Brylcreem runs into his eye and he winks frantically to try to get it out. But the ref thinks the Man U poseur is winking at him, takes exception to his cheek and sends off both Ricardo and Ronaldo for ungentlemanly conduct.

Scolari is in absolute uproar as his goalkeeper and chief penalty taker are sent from the field in disgrace. He rants and raves because he's used all his subs so he can't bring on his reserve keeper, whose disgusting surname can't be mentioned  anyway because it doesn't comply with this website's Terms and Conditions. Big Phil even considers not bothering to replace his goalie, thinking England will probably still struggle to score a penalty into an empty net.

Sven Goran Eriksson, meanwhile, is the epitome of calm. He's sat quietly by the touchline, reading his copy of the "How to spend £25million" handbook.

The hullaballoo settles down, and Portugal have the next kick. Ricardo Carvalho takes it, but as he shapes to shoot he's paralysed by a crippling pain in his nether regions. His tame shot is easily saved by Robinson.

Now if England score, they are through to the semi-finals of the World Cup. John Terry, Gary Neville and Ashley Cole are fighting over who should take the next penalty. Terry and Cole both want Neville to take it, but he's hiding behind the dugout. While the debate rages, Peter Crouch has picked up the ball and confidently placed it down on the spot.

Crouchie steps up, does a quick robotic dance, watches as Maniche - who Scolari put in goal hoping his ugly mug would distract the penalty takers - collapses in hysterics, then calmly chips the ball past him into the empty net. Joy unconfined!

Against all the odds, England have actually won a World Cup penalty shoot out, by three goals to two. They are through to a semi-final meeting with France or Brazil. And Peter Crouch, national hero, is carried from the field shoulder high. Which in Crouchie's case, is very high indeed.

Wayne Rooney, although bound to be suspended for the rest of the tournament, joins in the celebrations. In a magnanimous gesture, Roon says that because England won he will let bygones be bygones with Christiano Ronaldo when they return to Manchester United. But Alan Shearer, future England manager and role model to kids everywhere, still reckons Wayne should "stick one on him". 

As for Sven, who has finally laid the ghost of Scolari, he does the same post-match interview he's done a million times before. "We suffered. And yes, we can play better football. But in the semi-final this team will play good football and we will win the World Cup. I am quite sure about that."

The Quarter Finals

Germany v Argentina

This is it, then. Whoever wins this will surely become bookies' favourites. Expecting a classic. And I want Germany to win. They are the lesser of two evils, and I want to see Maradona cry. With a gun to my head, though, I reckon Argentina will sneak it.

Jose Pekerman shuffles his pack. Tevez replaces Saviola, Collocini comes in for Scaloni and Argentina have now had as many right-backs in this tournament as England. In a surprise, Gonzalez comes in for the dependable Cambiasso. Germany are unchanged, again.

First Half

Tackles fly in early. The stakes are so high. There's been a record number of red cards in this tournament. Hope this game doesn't add to the tally. But Argentina are in their dark blue change strip, and we all remember how abominably they behaved the last time they wore those colours against Germany in a World Cup. It was the 1990 final, when they had two men dismissed. But it's Germany who gain first yellow. Schneider on Heinze.

Graham Poll was sent home yesterday, as expected, after his foul-ups in the Croatia-Australia game. As the tabloid writers so brilliantly put it, Exit Poll.

The Germans have shot on sight in their four games so far, but Argentina's defence denies them space to employ that tactic today. Maschareno, the unsung hero in the holding role, is making sure of that. But young Lukas Podolski, growing in stature with every game, does get one shot away. Abbodanzieri is behind it.

Argentina's ploy is to get Riquelme on the ball, keep possession, slow the tempo, and fizzle out the Germans' fast, pressing game. It's working, but they're not exactly creating anything themselves because Germany are in workhorse mode too, snapping at the South American heels every time they try to push on. So the match is ultra competitive in midfield, but not exactly dramatic..

The best chance of the half comes when Michael Ballack isn't picked up on a trademark late run, but he bullet-heads Schweinsteiger's cross wide. 

Half-time. The Germans have surrounded Tevez and Crespo every time they've got near the danger area. At the other end, Podolski and Klose haven't had a sniff either.  Stalemate, so far.

Second Half

We're barely four minutes in when Riquelme chips over a corner and Ruben Ayala connects with a flying header. The ball squeezes between Lehmann and the near post, and Argentina have the lead with really their first effort on goal. 1-0.

Germany have to go for it now. Klinsmann has a look for 10 minutes, sees that Argentina are sitting back on their lead, and then brings on direct right-winger Odonkor for Schneider. And they supply him with the ball, to run at Sorin who has already been booked and will miss the semi if the Argies hang on.

The hosts start forcing corners. Ballack is trying everything to break down the Argie rearguard but nothing's quite coming off. He had a decent shout for a penalty, then has a clear shot on goal after Abbodanzieri flaps at Schweinsteiger's corner, but can only cannon his shot off an Argentina body and it rebounds away.

As Germany keep the pressure on, Klose accidentally knees Abbodanzieri in the ribs going for a high ball. The keeper is stretchered off and replaced by Castro. Schweinsteiger immediately tries to test him from a direct free kick but sends it into orbit.

A shock with 20 minutes left. Pekerman hauls off Riquelme and brings on Cambiasso. It's a classic Sven tactic to shut up shop and keep the 1-0 win. But why Riquelme? Argentina's best player? The man who's has more touches on the ball than any other player in World Cup 2006? Man of the Tournament in waiting? He doesn't look hurt. In fact, he looks peeved. This could be a mistake...

The plan is to defend in numbers, and break with Tevez, Crespo and Maxi Rodriguez. And it almost works, the former two working a move to send the latter free on the right, but Maxi's shot just hits the side netting. It could, and should, have been game over.

Borowski's on for Schweinsteiger, and the Argies are playacting. Typical. Julio Cruz replaces Crespo. There'll be no Lionel Messi today, as Pekerman has used all three subs. He'd better hope they hang on here. If Germany could only level, they can so easily win this, but Heinze slides in to deny Klose at the back post. And Franz Beckenbauer, up in the stand, looks concerned as the clock ticks to the 80th minute.

Then the omnipotent Ballack pops up on the left. His cross is tantalising, Borowski flicks it on, and there's Klose to nod it back towards goal. Bottom right hand corner. No chance for Castro. 1-1. Klinsmann dances a jig of joy. And Berlin goes wild.

Germany can win this now. Without Riquelme's assured touch and movement, Argentina are wasting possession. Tevez and Klose square up in the heat of battle. Ballack goes down, a reccurence of that injury? Or maybe cramp? Either way, millions of Germans are hoping he can get up. They need him.

With time running out Rodriguez goes down under Lahm's challenge, and is booked for diving. Replays show this could easily have been a penalty. Then Maxi's away again, he crosses, Gonzalez heads and Lehmann reaches in front of Tevez to palm away. Offside, offside. Tevez was interfering with play so it wouldn't have counted anyway. After four extra minutes, it's the last action of normal time.

Extra Time

Ballack's on his feet, but he can hardly move. Odonkor can though, he's a willing outlet on the right. And Argentina just aren't the same without Riquelme. Would Maradona have ever been substituted in the same situation? Of course not. Pekerman will be slaughtered if they don't win this.

A shot by Gonzalez. Well wide. It's the only one of a tired first period of extra time. Thoughts turn towards penalties. I don't think I've ever seen a German even miss a spot-kick, let alone Germany lose a shoot-out. Then again, Argentina have never lost on penalties in a World Cup either. Even so, if it goes to sudden death, I would back the host nation every single time.

Ballack's down again, receiving treatment. They need to get him upright so he can take a penalty. Then Collocino almost does a Ronaldinho, mishitting a long-range cross so it loops high over Lehmann's head and bounces off the top of the crossbar.  Tevez forces a chance, but shoots over. Argentina look the more desperate, Pekerman urging them forward. They punt a free kick in with 30 seconds left, and who heads it away? Michael Ballack.

Penalties it is. Team huddles. Lehmann grins sheepishly. Ballack gets a leg massage. The referee instructs the keepers to stay on their lines during the kick. This is tension personified.

Neuville scores. Franco gets a hand to it but the shot is too powerful. Cruz equalises. A great penalty. Ballack makes it 2-1. He's an absolute God for Germany, that guy. And Ayala completely fluffs it, an easy save for Lehmann. Podolski hammers home to make it 3-1. Rodriguez sneaks his in for 2-3. Borowski makes no mistake, and then Lehmann guesses right to fist away from a distraught Cambiasso.

Germany win 4-2 on penalties. They are like robots.

Argentina are out. For all their marvellous passing and team play, their coach made a huge miscalculation when the pressure was on by taking off their talisman. Plus Mexico and Germany proved that although the Argies can cut a side to ribbons when given time and space to play (see Serbia and Montenegro), they aren't so hot when you work hard and close them down.

And they're also bad losers. A reserve player, their number 17 apparently, just poleaxed Mertesacker with a karate kick during the German celebrations, kicking off a mass brawl between the Argentina players and those Germans who witnessed this unprovoked attack. Rodriguez is in there throwing punches. Heinze is jawing at anyone who'll listen. It's a quite disgraceful display of bad sportsmanship

For all that marvellous passing and team play, when it comes to defeat, Argentina revert to type. A leopard, or even a puma, can't change its spots.

Italy v Ukraine

Italy win 3-0 with two goals from Toni and one from Zambrotta. Can't bring myself to write any more, too nervous about tomorrow.

Perspective

Michael Owen told a story last week after he flew home. When he explained to his little girl that he'd hurt his knee, his daughter said: "Never mind Daddy, will you watch Postman Pat with me?"

Had a similar experience today when my youngest decided to swallow half a Fairy Non-Bio Liquitab. Very scary for about half an hour, but washing liquid isn't poisonous and, without going into too much graphic detail, after bringing it back up he's OK. Even so, when this kind of thing happens, it makes 22 men kicking a pig's hide around a field thousands of miles away seem kind of unimportant.

No Football Today

As Brian Connolly of The Sweet once said: "I just haven't got a clue what to do."

These are the worst two days of the World Cup. After three games per day, or more recently two, for the past 19 days, there is now nothing for it but to twiddle thumbs and wait for Saturday, and England v Portugal.

The game is on my mind 24-7. It's driving me nuts. Feeling extremely optimistic about victory but still that nagging doubt won't go away. It's always the same whenever England reach a quarter-final. A million different thoughts race through the brain, most of them positive, but still that defence mechanism keeps on reining me in - the one that says: "Prepare for the worst, just in case."

"It's bound to be different this time. We can't lose on penalties again. It wouldn't be fair. Law of averages, surely? And we're bound to produce a big performance. Rooney and Lamps are due a goal. Deco and Costinha are out. Neville's fit again. Ronaldo's head's in bits cos he wants to leave Man United. They've got five players on yellow cards. Meira's a bit suspect at the back. Figo's past it. The weather's cooling down. Luck's on our side. But you just never know. Even though everything is in England's favour, it could all go horribly wrong...."

As the hours, the minutes, the seconds drag by, trying to console myself by scouring the Internet for pointless England-Portugal trivia. 

Here's one. We all know Beckham and Vassell missed England's penalties in the Euro 2004 shoot-out with Portugal, but which five players actually scored their penalties for the Three Lions that night? (Scroll down for the answer.)























Answer - Michael Owen, John Terry, Frank Lampard, Owen Hargreaves, Ashley Cole.