Euro pain endures for Roman empire

THE scene before kick-off said plenty. As Alex Ferguson vaulted over a barrier and stood smiling, chewing his gum and chatting to supporters, Carlo Ancelotti sat at the front of the technical area, silent, eyes twitching.

It was a game that would define his stay in England and yet he looked like all he could think about was whether anyone would notice him having just one more cigarette.

Anyone can behave in a certain way but sooner or later they will come unstuck, sooner or later without delivering.