Super Marshal

While Inter were struggling to beat Lazio 1-0 away, Juventus also beat Livorno in the Alpi.

Coincidentally, the final score was also one to zero.

But after the game, when the referee Zanluca Paparesta returned to the referee lounge with the line referee, he found that the general manager of Juventus, Moggi, had already been waiting at the door of the lounge, using a vicious Eyes fixed on them.

Both Paparesta and the lineman were startled, and even had the urge to run away, but firstly, all their equipment and luggage were still in the lounge, and secondly, they knew that the fate of fleeing would be greeted It's even worse.

After a little weighing in mind, Papa Lesta took the lead to meet him.

"Hello, Mr. Moggi." The Italian international referee greeted politely.

Moji stared at them sternly, and asked, "Why did you do that?"

"I have to control the game," Paparesta explained timidly.

"Control the game?" Moji sneered, "Do you know that we were almost tied."

Paparesta nodded. "I regret that."

"Regret? Your regret is of no use to us?" Moji scolded.

"But I have tried my best." Papa Lesta felt aggrieved, "I awarded you a penalty in the 63rd minute and sent off one of their players. Who would have thought that... ..."

"Then you mean to say that our Juventus skills are not as good as others, right?" Before Papalesta finished speaking, Moggi became even more angry. He looked as if he had been violated in person. , There is even a feeling of rushing to do it.

Paparesta panicked, "I didn't mean that."

"No such meaning? Then what do you mean?" Moji asked angrily.

Papa Lesta was speechless, and after a few seconds of silence, he replied: "You also scored in the end."

"At the end?" Moji sneered again, "Yes, at the end, it's all overtime!"

At the end, he pointed to Papa Resta and shouted.

"Do you know how much we will suffer if we fail to win this game?"

Paparesta was still speechless, he knew very well what the rules of the game were, and he also knew that Moggi was in a rage now, so it would be useless to explain more.

In fact, Juventus did not perform well in this game.

Firstly, Livorno is not weak, and it is currently the top team in Serie A. Secondly, Livorno has adopted a defensive counterattack tactic, and Juventus usually has nothing to do against such a team.

In the first hour, Juventus had the advantage, but there was no way to score, and there were even a handful of threatening offenses. Until the 63rd minute, Papa Lesta sent off With a central defender on the other side, Livorno has one less man to fight for a long time, and Juventus's offensive has gradually improved.

But even so, it is still difficult for Juventus to break through Livorno's goal.

Finally, it was not until stoppage time that Del Piero used a direct free kick to help Juventus score the winning goal.

In fact, whether it was a foul is still in doubt.

But it is clear that Moggi is not happy with the process of the game and the result, he likes to play it safe and win.

But the problem is, at least you have to show your strength, don't you?

I've already helped you with this, what else do you want?

Paparesta responded with silence, and Moggie felt more and more angry as he watched. Just when he was about to explode, the phone in his hand suddenly rang, which temporarily suppressed Moggie's anger.

Seeing Moji turn around and go to the side to answer the phone, Paparesta's eyes flashed with anger, he greeted his companions, and walked into the referee lounge.

He wanted to leave this place and this person as soon as possible, as far away as possible.

The call was from referee Domenic Messina, who was refereeing Lazio's game against Inter Milan.

"Dominique, what's the matter?" Moji answered the phone in a deep voice.

"Sorry, Luciano."

Messina and Moji were old friends, and he apologized on the phone, which made Moji's heart sink.

"Inter Milan won."

"What's going on? Why is this happening?" Moji asked in a low voice.

"I've tried my best." Messina shook his head and sighed, "I blew off their goal and missed at least two penalties, but in the end, they still scored. I really couldn't do anything about that goal." nothing."

"How could there be no way at all, Domenic?" Moggi suddenly raised his voice, "Fouls, offsides... There are so many reasons, why are they allowed to score?"

"Too obvious..."

"How obvious can it be?" Moji grabbed the conversation, "Is it more obvious than if you call me now and report the news?"

Messina on the other side of the phone felt Moji's anger. He was clearly aware of Moji's temper, so he simply kept silent and stopped talking.

"One or two of you said you did your best, and one or two of you said you couldn't do anything, I'm so stupid!"

After Moji roared and cursed, he slammed the mobile phone next to his ear to the ground.

The durable Nokia fell to the ground, blossomed everywhere, and broke into many pieces, but it still couldn't dispel Moji's anger.

"You, come here." Moji pointed to a staff member in the distance.

After the man approached, he pointed to the referee lounge in the distance, "Go get the key and lock the door for me. Without my permission, I'll see who dares to open the door for them!"

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"He's too much!"

In the referee lounge, the line referee cursed angrily, but he didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of being heard outside.

"I really thought that the Italian league belonged to their family, and they could do whatever they wanted, so why didn't they just judge themselves to win and take three points directly, why bother to put on airs?"

Obviously, they were feeling unfair about how they were treated just now.

On the contrary, Papa Lesta is calmer, because he knows that this is not the first time, nor will it be the last time.

"It's not like you don't know how good his relationship with the higher-ups is."

"But that can't be like this. Could it be that he is allowed to cover the sky with one hand and be domineering?" The line judge was still very unwilling.

Although he was not the one who was scolded just now, as a referee appointed by the Italian Football Association, he also felt unfair for the treatment he received.

He is the line referee in this game, but he may be the referee in the next game. Can you not be angry?

"Otherwise what else?" Papa Lesta asked.

Suddenly, the referee lounge became silent.

Yes, otherwise what else?

accuse? Who to sue?

Not to mention the referee committee, even if they appealed to the Football Association, wouldn't they still belong to them?

"Pack up your things quickly and leave quickly. If you still want to eat this meal, you have to learn to endure."

When Paparesta spoke, he didn't slow down in packing his things in his hands. When he finished speaking and packed his things, he put his back on his shoulders, ready to leave.

But when he walked to the door of the lounge and reached out to pull the door, he suddenly found that the door was locked from the outside.

"What's going on?" Paparesta pulled hard a few times, but didn't pull away.

The other three people in the lounge were also taken aback, and came over one after another, but they still couldn't pull away.

"It was locked from the outside."

"Who? How dare you lock us here."

"This is illegal kidnapping, we are the referee team, open the door!"

"Open the door quickly! Is there anyone outside, open the door quickly!"

But no matter what the referees in the lounge shouted, the door still didn't open.

When they were tired and their voices became hoarse, they accepted it helplessly.

They are very clear that this is a warning because they did not try their best in this game.

But how do you do your best?

Is it necessary to send off the opponent at the beginning of the game and then award Juventus a penalty, is it considered to be doing our best?

"It's too much, it's too much!"

"Who says it's not? Illegally imprison referees, and only they dare to do so."

"Damn, it's really too hateful!"

Only Paparesta sat silently, his eyes full of anger. He has been in charge for so many years, and he has never encountered such a thing, and he definitely does not intend to let it go.

We're not done with this!

It wasn't until more than an hour later, when the players and fans had dispersed, that the door to the referee's lounge was opened again.

Juventus vice-president Roberto Bettega appeared outside the door with a wide smile.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, everyone, I rushed over as soon as I heard the news." Betga apologized repeatedly as soon as he entered the door. He obviously came to be a peacemaker.

"As you all know, Luciano has a bad temper, and sometimes he can't stop his anger, even I feel very headache, just now he locked the door in a fit of anger, and we haven't seen him since. Found the key..."

Speaking of this, Bitega shook his head with a wry smile and said, "You also know that those people below do things like this."

Several referees were angry, only Papa Lesta's face was normal, looking calm.

Bettega was also prepared for this, standing in front of everyone, with his hands on his chest, as if he could do nothing to me.

"For this matter, I just called Carraro, Ranese, Bergamo and Paireto respectively and explained that it was indeed a misunderstanding, and they all accepted our explanation." Bettega laughed.

Carraro is the chairman of the Italian Football Association, Ranese is the chairman of the referee committee, and Bergamo and Paireto are referee assignees, and they are all their immediate bosses.

When the referees who were still angry at first heard this sentence, their faces changed immediately.

They all understood the hidden meaning of Bettega's words.

As Paparesta said, if they still want to eat this bowl of rice, they still have to rely on the Football Association and the referee committee to make a living. So now, are they going to bear it or not?

"Hehe, Roberto, you're joking." Papa Lesta stood up with a smile at this time, "Since it was a misunderstanding, it's okay to clarify it, we are old friends, there must be no questionable."

Bettega was a little surprised to hear that Papa Lesta was so forthright.

He only found out later that Moji was so daring that he locked the referee team in the referee lounge. As soon as he received the news, he immediately ran over to find Moji, and then came here to open the door.

Originally, he thought it would take a lot of talking, but he didn't expect it to be so easy to talk.

However, it is also a good thing to be easy to talk about. After all, it is not good for anyone if this matter gets out.

"Zanluka, you still understand the truth, thank you." Bettega immediately stepped forward, reached forward with both hands, and held Paparesta's right hand, "I specially prepared a small gift for you, I hope you Xiao Na, don't take today's matter to heart."

"Okay, then I'll thank you on behalf of my colleagues, Roberto."

"Ha, you're welcome!"