Chapter 477

When inter beat Lazio 1-0 away, Juve beat Livorno at Alpi.

Coincidentally, the final score was also 1-0.

But at the end of the game, when the referee zamluka papalesta returned to the referee's lounge with the linesman, he found that the general manager of Juve Moggi had been waiting at the door of the lounge, staring at them with sinister eyes.

Paraparesta and the linesman were surprised, and even had the impulse to run away. On the one hand, all their equipment and luggage were still in the lounge. On the other hand, they knew that the end of running away was worse than meeting up.

After a little weighing in his mind, paresta took the lead in welcoming him.

"Hello, Mr. Moggi." The Italian international referee said hello politely.

Moji stared at them and asked, "why do you do this?"

"I have to control the game." Paraparesta explained timidly.

"Control the game?" Moggi sneered, "do you know, we were almost tied."

Papalesta nodded. "I'm sorry about that."

"Sorry? What's the use of your regret for us? " Moji scolded.

"But I did my best." Papalesta felt very aggrieved, "I gave you a penalty in the 63rd minute and sent off one of their players. Who would have thought that..."

"So you mean that we are inferior at Juve, right?" Before paresta finished, Moggi was even more angry. He looked as if he had been violated face to face, and even had the feeling of rushing to fight.

Paraparesta panicked. "I didn't mean that."

"No? What do you mean Moggi still asked angrily.

Papalesta was speechless and silent for a few seconds before returning: "you scored in the end, too."

"Finally?" Moggi grinned again, "yes, in the end, it's time to make up for it!"

At the end of the day, he was yelling at papalesta.

"Do you know how much we will lose if we don't win this game again?"

Papalesta is still speechless. He knows the rules of the game very well, and he knows that Moggi is angry now. It's useless to explain more.

In fact, Juve didn't do well in this game.

For one thing, Livorno is not weak, and he is also a strong team in the top of Serie A. for another, Livorno has adopted a defensive counter attack tactics, and Juve usually have no way to deal with such a team.

In the first hour, Juve had the advantage, but they couldn't score goals, and even threatened to attack. It was not until the 63rd minute that papalesta sent off a central defender of the other side, which made Livorno fight for a long time without one man. Juve's attack of tussi gradually improved.

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

Finally, it was not until stoppage time that Del Piero helped Juve score the winning goal with a direct free kick.

In fact, whether it was a foul is questionable.

But obviously, Moggi is not satisfied with the progress and result of the game. He likes to win safely.

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

I've already helped this. What else do you want?

Papalesta responded with silence, and Moggi felt more and more angry. Just when he wanted to explode, the phone in his hand suddenly rang, which temporarily suppressed Moggi's anger.

Seeing Moggi turn to one side to answer the phone, papalesta's eyes flashed a trace of anger, called his companion and walked into the referee's lounge.

He wants to leave this place and this person as soon as possible.

The call is from referee Domenico Messina, who is in charge of Lazio's game against Inter Milan.

"Domenick, what's going on?" Moggi got through in a deep voice.

"I'm sorry, Luciano."

Messina and Moggi are old friends. They apologize on the phone, which makes Moggi's heart sink.

"Inter won

"What's the matter? Why is that? " Moggi asked.

"I've tried my best." Messina shook his head and sighed, "I blew them a goal and missed at least two penalties, but in the end, they still scored. I really have no way to do that."

"How can there be no way, Domenico?" Moggi suddenly raised his voice, "fouls, offside... Can find so many reasons, why let them score?"

"It's so obvious..."

"How obvious can it be?" Moggi snatched the words, "is it more obvious than you call me now to report the news?"

Messina on the other side of the phone felt Moggi's anger. He obviously knew Moggi's temper, so he just kept silent and stopped talking.

"One or two of you said you tried your best, one or two said you couldn't do anything. I'll do nothing!"

Moggi yelled and hurled his cell phone to the ground.

Durable Nokia fell to the ground, blooming everywhere, broken into pieces, but still unable to eliminate Moggi's heart fire.

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

When the man came near, he pointed to the referee's lounge in the distance, "go get the key and lock the door for me. Without my permission, I see who dares to open the door for them!"

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"He's going too far!"

In the referee's lounge, the linesman angrily scolded, but his voice was not loud, for fear of being heard outside.

"I really think that the Italian League is their family's, so why don't you just judge yourself to win and get three points directly? Why put on airs?"

Obviously, they are feeling aggrieved by the way they have been treated.

On the contrary, papalesta is more calm, because he knows that such a thing is not the first time, and it will not be the last time.

"It's not that you don't know how good his relationship is with them."

"But it can't be like this. Is he allowed to cover the sky with one hand and be overbearing?" The linesman is still very reluctant.

Although he was not the one who was scolded just now, as a referee appointed by the Italian Football Association, he also felt that he had been treated unfairly.

This game he is the linesman, but the next game he may be the referee, can not be angry?

"What else?" Papalesta asked.

Suddenly, the referee's lounge became silent.

Yeah, what else?

indictment? Who do you want to accuse?

Not to mention the referee committee, even if the appeal to the Football Association, are they still their people?

"Hurry to pack up and leave. If you want to eat this meal, you have to learn to endure."

When he spoke, paresta didn't slow down at all. When he finished speaking, he packed up his things. He put his back on his shoulder and was ready to leave.

But when he went to the door of the rest room and stretched out his hand to pull the door, he suddenly found that the door had been locked from the outside.

"What's the matter?" Papalesta pulled hard several times, but didn't pull.

The other three people in the lounge were all surprised and came over one after another, but they still couldn't open it.

"Locked from the outside."

"Who? How dare you lock us here. "

"This is an illegal kidnapping. We are the referee team. Open up!"

"Open the door quickly! Is there anyone outside? Open the door

But no matter how the judges in the lounge yelled or yelled, the door still didn't open.

When they are tired and their voices are hoarse, they have no choice but to accept it.

They all know it's a warning because they didn't try their best in this game.

But how can we do our best?

Do you want to send off one of your opponents at the beginning of the game and award a penalty to Juve?

"Too much, too much indeed!"

"Who said no? They are the only ones who dare to imprison judges illegally. "

"Hateful, it's so hateful!"

Only papalesta sat quietly in his seat, his eyes full of anger. He had been on the sentry for so many years, and he had never encountered such a thing, and he never intended to let it go.

We're not done with this!

It wasn't until more than an hour later, when the players and fans were all gone, that the door of the referee's lounge was opened again.

Roberto Bettega, the vice president of Juve, appeared outside the door with a smile.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, everyone. I came as soon as I heard the news." Betterga apologized as soon as he came in. He was obviously here to be a peacemaker.

"As you all know, Luciano has a bad temper. Sometimes when he gets angry, he can't stop it. Even I have a headache. Just now he locked the door in anger, but we haven't found the key yet..."

At this point, betterga shook his head with a wry smile and said, "you know, that's what the people below do."

Several referees are angry, only papalesta's face as usual, looks very calm.

Betega was also prepared for this. She stood in front of the crowd and put her hands on her chest.

"For this reason, I have just called Carraro, lanese, Bergamo and paireto to explain that this is really a misunderstanding, and they all accepted our explanation." Bettega said with a smile.

Carraro is the president of the Italian Football Association, ranese is the chairman of the referee committee, and Bergamo and paireto are the referees' designators, all of them are their immediate superiors.

When the judges, who were still angry, heard this sentence, they suddenly changed their faces.

The hidden meaning of batega's words was clear to them.

As paraparesta said, if they want to eat this bowl of rice, they still have to rely on the football association and the referee committee. Now, can they bear it or not?

"Ha ha, Roberto, you are joking." At this time, paresta stood up with a smile, "since it's a misunderstanding, it's OK to clarify it. We are all old friends. There must be no problem."

Bettega was surprised to hear that papalesta was so cheerful.

Only later did he know that Moggi had the audacity to lock the referee team in the referee's lounge. As soon as he received the news, he immediately ran to Moggi and then came here to open the door.

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

However, it's also a good thing to speak well. After all, it's not good for anyone when it comes out.

"Zanluka, you still understand. Thank you." Betega immediately stepped forward, hands forward, holding papalesta's right hand, "I specially asked people to prepare a small gift, I hope you smile, don't take today's things to heart."

"Well, I'll thank you for your colleagues, Roberto."

"Ha, you're welcome!"