Im sorry for you, gobbi. Well not quite, Im sorry for Inglund, who haven't reached a final yet in the Pado's lifetime.
Im sorry for the gobbetti here at bimbominkia central, who don't make me miss the old days.
Im sorry for Gigione Buffoon, that fascistoid cafoon.
Im sorry for Andy Agnelli and the "32 sul campo" campaign. Spirito Juve, right there.
Im sorry for Jean-Bertrand Opti Poba, but if it wasn't for us he'd still be eating bananas and throwing feces around.
Im sorry for Pirlo then, but Im also sorry for Liu the miner from Shaanxi, and for the Tibet man on the flight back from Daocheng, telling me that like all his compatriots he is forbidden from owning a passport or getting near that holiest of mountains near the border with India.
Im sorry, amen, amon, to Babylon.