The heart follows the head

IT was one year ago this weekend that ZZ blew his top, 12 months and what seems like forever since Zinedine Zidane kicked a ball in anger for the last time and then, in even angrier mode, butted Marco Materazzi to floor the Italian giant and, with him, French hopes of winning the 2006 World Cup.

And even though your correspondent was in Berlin’s Olympiastadion that night, I still can’t quite — if you’ll pardon the expression — get my head around what happened.

More to the point, to judge by his most recent comments, neither can Zidane.