While earlier I did say this piece is not necessarily about replacing players currently at a club, that is more to do with players who may or may not be sold. In Everton's case, they could do with replacing a man who is already there, on the basis that he frankly isn't much good anymore. Tim Cahill is perhaps a unique player in that he was an excellent midfielder who did little other than score goals, and I use the past tense there deliberately. The problem is that when you stop scoring goals, your usefulness is at best diluted, and since he scored just twice last season, a new attacking midfielder/support forward is needed at Goodison Park.

So who? A number of names have been mentioned as we discussed this quandary, many of them dismissed on the basis of Everton's limited budget. 'Stephen Ireland if he was any good' was one, James McCarthy of Wigan, even someone like Andy King of Leicester. We talked it over for a while. However, one name stood out, which slightly surprised us - Yossi Benayoun. Think about it - he could play in any of the three attacking positions behind Nikica Jelavic, can score the odd goal, wouldn't stop running and although his wages would be reasonably high, would not command much of a transfer fee as Chelsea try to make locker space for their new, shinier baubles. Think about it - not quite as silly as it initially seems.

WHO THEY SHOULD BUY: Yossi Benayoun.

GB: Steele (Middlesborough), Bertrand (Chelsea), Richards (Man City) , Tomkins (Wham), Taylor (Swansea), Cleverley (Manure), Allen (Swansea) , Giggs (Manure), Rose (Spuds), Bellamy ($hite), Sturridge (Chelsea). Subs: Butland (Brum), Caulker (Spuds), Dawson (WBA), Cork (Saints), Ramsey (Arsenal), Sinclair (Swansea), Sordell (Notlob).

Brazil: Rafael (Santos), Da Silva (Manure), Thiago Silva (Milan), Juan (Inter), Marcelo (Real Madrid), Sandro (Spuds), Romulo (Vasco de Gama), Oscar (Internacional/Chelsea), Hulk (Porto), Neymar (Santos), Leandro Damiao (Internacional). Subs: Neto (Fiorentina) , Lucas (Sao Paolo), Bruno Uvini (Sao Paulo), Danilo (Porto), Alex Sandro (Porto), Ganso (Santos), Alexandre Pato (Milan).

That Brazil have Pato and Ganso only on the bench is an alarming warning for the Brits, and with Brazil having never won the Olympic football, and their big rivals Argentina having done so, the South Americans are taking this tournament very seriously indeed.

The atmosphere subdued, either from confusion  at not being able to chant "En-ger-land" or possibly due to apathy about the olympics.

All the early movement came from Neymar and Damiao leading the line for Brazil, GB are reduced to long range efforts and the difference in first touches is very noticeable. Where team GB would hope to excel is defensive solidity, but early on this seems fragile, Tomkins and Richards both lose Neymar from a long punt up field and he should have finished a very English goal, but blazes the ball wide.

Brazil have all the attacking guile it seems, and threaten to cut open the less fleet footed British a number of times.  The goal though, when it inevitably comes, is far from Samba football.  A niggly foul resulted in the magnificently bemulleted Neymar floating in a free kick that was missed by the whole GB defence and a header from Spurs' own Sandro looped back over Steele in goal.

GB rely solely on grit, getting in the way and pushing people over, in the grand tradition of Scotty Parker.  They are also giving them too much time on the ball, see above.  The only attacks come from set plays, and Richards steers a free header well wide from a Giggs corner.

Neymar's dazzling feet and propensity to fall over like a bit of a wuss had cranked up the atmosphere a notch, he was getting booed and slow clapped, shortly before calmy placing a penalty right into the corner of Steele's goal.  The kick came after a clumsy foul by Richards on Hulk.

After half time, Steele in goal had been replaced by Butland, the anonymous Sturridge replaced by his predecessor Sinclair, Cork on for Tomkins and Caulker replaced Bertrand.

The second half started and the first end, swarms of yellow attacks, yet to mix metaphors, these waves this time broke upon the impressive Butland.  Saving low from Oscar, high from Damiao, it seems to be a matter of time.  The speed of movement from the Brazilians is admirable, and the reluctant Brits are sticking to their rigid formation hoping to crowd them out, and failing.

Eventually the British go on the attack, Danny Rose shows some good footwork to leave Da Silva on his bum before whipping over a cross just too high for the incoming Giggs.

The outgoing Giggs was replaced by Aaron Ramsey,  and Bellamy, whose only contribution was to Andy Johnson the ball at the keeper when offside, is replaced by Marvin Sordell.

Team GB are now reduced to that most English of football heroics, last gasp blocks and tackles.  The immense Hulk slipped Neymar through and his weaving gave him a clear sight on goal before his shot was blocked by the flying Taylor.

Up the other end Ramsey is trying to play like the Brazilians, but his team mates are on a different wavelength.

The depth of Brazil's squad is demonstrated when they bring on Pato, Lucas and Ganso into the fray and the game carries on as before, the Plucky Brave Brits against the gifted Brazil, and you get the impression that if they needed to, they could score 5, but Butland denies Neymar on a number of occasions, while the territory is conceded to the edge of the GB area.

Not before time the referee calls the game to a close before someone gets badly hurt.