Raging bull misses the ball, goes for the kill!

Imagine a suicide bomber about to strike his enemy, when suddenly he realises that he forgot his ammunition at home. What would he do? Don't ask me? Ask Zidane! Beloved Zizou has an answer. Forget everything and just ram your head into your victim! What a tragic way to end a great career! Zizou is poetry in motion, when in full flow. An uninhibited cadence of a melody oh so sweet and soothing. His moves don't begin and end in clumsy thursts of a body trying to defy itself. Instead, like a gymnast floating in vaccum, curling, flipping back and across in a rare impossible symmetry, Zizou is magic! But, it has all came to an end! Madness! Witches working their spell against a legend to seduce him into insanity! He could have won france an imporbable victory. It's Zizou alone who pulled the team together to the very verge of victory, and then pushed France into the depths of defeat. I hope he doesn't lose his head ever again.