Take the famously temperamental French to cheat us out of a chance at being there, then they go and do a Saipan, and not even behind closed doors. No-one had any sympathy for them even before Nicolas Anelka took a leaf out of Roy Keane’s little book of insults (I actually have one in my upstairs toilet – you never know when you might need one) and we sure as hell can’t stop laughing now. Or is it really crying inside we are at such a bloody waste. Platini might be mortified, but rest assured it won’t bother that clown Blatter one bit.