England’s football coach Fabio Capello phones his mum every day. “He is tender like a mimosa flower,” says his mother Evelina Capello, an 85-year-old widow who lives in Pieris in north-eastern Italy. What do they find to talk about? Whether David Bentley should figure as England’s right-sided midfielder in the bizarre 4-2-3-1 formation Capello favoured at Real Madrid? Probably not.

Evelina says he tells her he misses her, and home cooking. “He was always a mummy’s boy,” she says of her 61-year-old son. The granite-faced softie! (Him, not her.) In Italy, mummy’s boys such as Capello are called mammoni. “It is a very Latin thing, deeply embedded in our social structure,” says a Milanese psychologist Dr Annamaria Cassanese. “For example, you will see mothers crying at the weddings of their sons, but they are not crying for joy, they are crying because they feel devastated.” Italy’s finance minister, Tommaso Padoa-Schioppa, last year offered Italian men financial incentives to leave home (the average age — amazingly — is 36). To be fair, Fabio left home at 15 and has been married for 40 years.

How often should you call your mum? In an unscientific poll of friends and colleagues, I received the following responses. “I always call my mother on Sunday evenings, just because I like to hear the sound of her voice. If I don’t, I feel guilty all week,” said one. “I call her once a month to be supportive, but I really don’t like her,” said another. No one reported that texting, emailing or intra-family blogging are satisfactory substitutes for a phone call. None felt obliged to call their dads which to a wannabe telephonic paterfamilias is

worrying news. I have a friend who makes Skype-to-Skype calls to her mum weekly, both computers rigged up with webcams (which she bought) so they can see each other. Which is just wrong.

Perhaps the unusual frequency of Fabio’s conversations with his mum should worry England fans. His mother recalls: “When he was coaching Real Madrid he called me often, saying he wanted to leave.” Maybe her son is planning to escape the nightmare of managing England

for some home cooking. Even if the English public might not understand, his mother would.