Thus far, though, Zola, as a prudent Sardinian, has not poked his nose in other people's business. He has merely voiced that it is regrettable that for a month a team like his own, one which in difficult circumstances has found a rhythm and a self-belief that seemed so remote so recently, should be picked over like the shelf of a super sale. It wouldn't happen, he was saying so quietly he might have been speaking to himself, in a sport which understood the real meaning of competition.
