Welcome to the new chiesa di totti. Or the new Roma Offside. Or the test tube lovechild of the two. No one really knows what exactly happened.
What we do know is this: Marco Borriello and some slow jams were somehow involved. Which one would imagine is commonly heard being muttered by Italian showgirls and pseudo-models with suspect medical records the peninsula over.
I'll allow this to be brief:
Tis a place for worship, prayer, confessing your sins (such as once being okay with the Simon Kjaer signing), but mostly where Totti wears an actual mitre, rather than the one we all imagine to be on top of his head. And with some consistency for once. (Or again.)
So welcome. Again. And again.