Super Marshal

Juventus also defeated Livorno in Alp when Inter Milan defeated Lazio with difficulty in a one-to-zero away game.

Coincidentally, the final score was also one to zero.

But after the game, when the referee Zanluca Paparesta returned to the referee's lounge with the line referee, he found that Juventus' general manager Moggi had already been waiting at the entrance of the lounge, using a horror. Staring at them.

Both Paparesta and the linesman were shocked, and even had the urge to run away. But first, all their equipment and luggage were still in the lounge. Second, they knew that the escape would be better off. It's worse up.

After weighing in his mind, Paparesta took the lead to greet him.

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

Mo Ji stared at them fiercely, and asked, "Why do you do this?"

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

"Control the game?" Mo Ji smiled coldly, "Do you know that we were almost tied."

Paparesta nodded, "I feel sorry for that."

"Regret? Your regret is a **** for us?" Mo Ji cursed.

"But I have tried my best." Paparesta 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, we Juventus are not as good as the others, right?" Before Paparesta finished speaking, Moggi became even more angry. He looked like he had been violated face to face. , And even feel like rushing to do it.

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

"It doesn't mean that? What do you mean?" Mo Ji still pressed angrily.

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

"Finally?" Mo Ji smiled coldly again, "Yes, in the end, it's all extra time!"

At the end, he pointed to Paparesta and shouted.

"Do you know if we can't win this game again, how badly we will lose?"

Paparesta was still speechless. He knew very well what the rules of the game were like. He also knew that Moji was getting angry now, and it would be useless to explain more.

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

For one thing, Livorno is not weak, and it is currently one of the top teams in Serie A. Secondly, Livorno has adopted a defensive counterattack tactic. Juventus usually has no way to face such a team.

In the first hour, Juventus had the advantage, but there was no way to score, and even threats were one of the few. Paparesta sent off until the 63rd minute. With a central defender from the other side, Livorno has been missing one man for a long time, and Juventus's offensive has gradually improved.

But even so, Juventus still finds it difficult to break Livorno's goal.

Finally, until stoppage time, Piero used a direct free kick opportunity to help Juventus score the winning goal.

In fact, there are still questions about whether it was a foul.

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

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

I have already helped this, so what do you want?

Paparesta responded with silence, and Moji became more and more angry when he looked at it. Just when he was about to break out, the phone in his hand suddenly rang, which temporarily suppressed Moji's anger.

Seeing Moggie turned and walked aside to answer the phone, Paparesta's eyes flashed with anger, he greeted his companion, and walked into the referee's lounge.

He wants to leave this place as soon as possible, leave this person as far as possible.

The call was made by the referee Domenico Messina, who is enforcing the Lazio game against Inter Milan.

"Domenic, what's the matter?" Mo Ji answered the phone in a deep voice.

"Sorry, Luciano."

Messina and Mo Ji are old friends, and apologize as soon as they call, which makes Mo Ji's heart sink.

"Inter Milan won."

"What's the matter? Why is it like this?" Mo Ji asked silently.

"I've tried my best." Messina shook his head and sighed. "I blew out one of their goals and missed at least two penalty kicks. But in the end, they still scored the goal. I really can do that. nothing."

"How could there be no way at all, Domenic?" Moggie suddenly raised his voice. "Fouls, offsides...There are so many reasons to find, why would they let them score goals?"

"It's too obvious..."

"How obvious can it be?" Mo Ji grabbed the words, "Is it more obvious than when you call me now and report the news?"

Messina on the phone felt Mo Ji's anger. He obviously knew Mo Ji's temper, so he simply kept silent and stopped talking.

"One or two of you said that you did your best, and one or two said that you can't do anything, I'm sorrowful!"

Mo Ji yelled and slammed the phone beside his ear to the ground.

The durable Nokia fell on the ground, blooming everywhere, broken into many pieces, but it still couldn't eliminate Mo Ji's heart.

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

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

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"He was too much!"

In the referee's lounge, the linesman scolded angrily, but did not dare to speak loudly, for fear of being heard from outside.

"I really thought that the Italian league belonged to them, so you can do whatever you want, so why not just judge yourself to win and take three points directly, why bother to pretend?"

Obviously, they are feeling unfair for the treatment they have just received.

On the contrary, Paparesta is more calm, because he knows that this is not the first time, and it will not be the last.

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

"But that can't be the case, should he just let him cover the sky with one hand and run rampantly?" The linesman was still unwilling.

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

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

"Otherwise, what else?" Paparesta asked back.

Suddenly, the referee's lounge became silent.

Yes, what else can we do?

Complaint? Who to complain?

Let alone the referee committee, even if it is appealed to the Football Association, isn't it still theirs?

"Hurry up and pack your things and leave. If you still want to eat this bite of rice, you have to learn to bear it."

When Paparesta spoke, the action of packing things in his hands did not slow down at all. When he finished speaking, he finished packing things, and 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 the matter?" Paparesta pulled vigorously several times, but did not 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 it away.

"I was locked from the outside."

"Who? Dared to 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!"

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

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

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

But, what is the best way to do it?

Is it necessary to kick off the opponent at the beginning of the game and award Juventus a penalty, that is the best effort?

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

"Who said no? Illegal imprisonment of referees, and only they dare to do so."

"Damn it, it is so damnable!"

Only Papa Resta sat silently, his eyes full of anger. He had been on the sentry for so many years and had never encountered such a thing before, and he definitely did not intend to let it go.

Let's not end this matter!

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

Juventus vice chairman Roberto Bettega appeared outside the door with a smile.

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

"As you all know, Luciano has a bad temper. Sometimes he can't keep it up when he gets angry. Even I feel a very headache. Just now he locked the door in a rage, but we never stopped Find the key..."

Speaking of this, Bettega smiled bitterly and shook his head: "As you know, the following people do things with this kind of virtue."

Several referees were angry, only Paparesta's face was as usual and looked calm.

Betega was also prepared for this. He stood in front of the crowd, with his hands on his chest, and looked like you are what you are.

"For this matter, I called Carraro, Lanese, Bergamo and Paireto separately and explained it. This was indeed a misunderstanding, and they all accepted our explanation." Beitga laughed.

Carraro is the chairman of the Italian Football Association, Lanese is the chairman of the referee committee, and Bergamo and Paireto are referee designators, and they are considered their immediate superiors.

When the referees who were still angrily heard these words, their faces suddenly changed.

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

As Paparesta said, if they still want to eat this bowl of rice, then they have to rely on the Football Association and the referee committee to mix and eat, so now, are they tolerant or intolerant?

"Hehe, Roberto, you said and laughed." Paparesta smiled at this time and stood up, "Since it is a misunderstanding, it is fine to clarify. Everyone is old friends, surely not. questionable."

Bettega was a little surprised when he heard Paparesta so refreshed.

He also learned later that ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Mo Ji was so bold that he locked the referee team in the referee lounge. As soon as he received the news, he ran to look for Mo Ji, and then ran here. The door opened.

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

However, it is also a good thing to speak well, after all, it is not good for anyone to spread this matter.

"Zan Luca, you understand the truth, thank you." Bettega immediately stepped forward, leaned forward with both hands, and took Paparesta's right hand. "I have specially prepared a small gift for you. I hope you Smile, don’t take today’s matter to heart."

"Okay, then I will thank you for my colleagues, Roberto."

"Ha, you're welcome!"

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