When Inter Milan defeated Lazio 1-0 on the road, Juventus also defeated Livorno in the Alp.

Coincidentally, the final score was also 1 to 0.

But after the game, when the referee Zanluca Paparesta returned to the referee's lounge with the lineman, Juventus' general manager Moji was already waiting at the door of the lounge, staring at them with a sinister look.

Paparesta and the lineman were both shocked and even had the urge to escape in panic. But first, all their equipment and luggage were still in the lounge, and second, they knew that the fate of escape was worse than meeting them.

After weighing his hands a little, Paparesta took the lead in meeting it.

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

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

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

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

Paparesta nodded, "I regret it."

"Repent? Is your regret useless to us?" Moji cursed.

"But I've tried my best." Paparesta felt very wronged. "In the 63rd minute, I awarded you a penalty kick and sent one of their players. Who would have thought that..."

"Then what you mean is that our Juventus is not as good as others, right?" Before Paparesta finished speaking, Moji became even more angry. He looked like he was violated in person, and even felt like he rushed up to take action.

Paparesta felt panicked, "I don't mean that."

"Not this meaning? Then what do you mean?" Moji asked angrily.

Paparesta was speechless and was silent for a few seconds before replying: "You guys scored the last goal."

"Finally?" Moji smiled coldly again, "Yes, in the end, it's all in stoppage time!"

At the end of the day, he pointed at Paparesta and shouted.

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

Paparesta was still speechless. He knew very well what the rules of the game were like, and he knew that Moji was angry now, and no matter how much he explained it, it would be useless.

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

Firstly, Livorno is not weak and is currently a strong team ranked among the top in Serie A. Secondly, Livorno adopts a desperate counterattack tactic, and Juventus usually has no way to deal with such a team.

In the previous hour, Juventus had the advantage, but he could not score goals, and even threatened attacks were of only a handful. It was not until the 63rd minute that Paparesta sent off an opponent's central defender, allowing Livorno to fight one more player for a long time, and Juventus' offensive gradually improved.

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

Finally, it was not until the stoppage time that Piero took advantage of 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 it is obvious that Moji is not satisfied with the progress and results of the game, and he likes to win steadily.

But the problem is, at least you have to show your strength, right?

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

Paparesta responded silently. Moji felt more and more angry when he looked at it. Just when he wanted to explode, the phone he grabbed in his hand suddenly rang, which temporarily suppressed Moji's anger.

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

He wanted to leave this place quickly and leave this person the farther away, the better.

The call was called by referee Domenic Messina, who is enforcing the law-breaking match between Lazio and Inter Milan.

"Domenik, what's going on?" Moji answered the phone in a deep voice.

"Sorry, Luciano."

Messina and Moji have always had a relationship and apologized as soon as they called, which made Moji's heart sank.

"Inter Milan won."

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

"I've tried my best." Messina shook her head and sighed, "I blew up one goal and won at least two penalty kicks, but in the end, they scored the goal. I really had no way to do that goal."

"How could there be no way, Domenic?" Moji suddenly raised his tone, "Foof, offside... There are so many reasons to find, why did they score a goal?"

“It’s too obvious…”

"How obvious?" Moji snatched the words, "Is there any more obvious news than if you call me now?"

Messina on the other side of the phone felt Moji's anger. He obviously knew Moji's temper, so he simply remained silent and stopped talking.

"One or two of you said you had tried your best, and one or two said you were helpless. I'm a damn!"

Moji roared and slapped the phone in his ear to the ground.

The durable Nokia fell on the ground, blooming everywhere, breaking into pieces, but still could not eliminate Moji's heart.

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

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

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"He's too much!"

In the referee's lounge, the lineman cursed angrily, but he didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear that he would be heard by the outside.

"I really think that the Italian league is all their own, so I can do whatever I want. Then why don't you just judge yourself to win and get three points directly? Why do you have to pretend to behave?"

Obviously, they are feeling unfair about the treatment they have just been treated.

On the contrary, Paparesta was even more calm because he knew that this was not the first time, nor would it be the last time.

"You don't know how good his relationship with the above."

"But that can't be like this. Can you just let him cover the sky with just his hands and dominate?" The border lie still very unwilling to accept it.

Although it was not him who was scolded just now, as a referee appointed by the Italian Football Association, he also felt unfair about the treatment he was treated.

He is a lineman in this game, but he may be the referee in the next game. How can he not be angry?

"Otherwise, what else can it be?" Paparesta asked back.

Suddenly, the referee's lounge became silent.

Yes, otherwise what else can it be?

Accusation? Who should I ask for?

Not to mention the referee committee, even if it appeals to the Football Association, aren’t they still theirs?

"Carry up and leave quickly. If you still want to eat this bite, you have to learn to endure it."

When Paparesta spoke, his hands did not slow down at all. When he finished speaking, he had finished packing things and put them on his shoulders and prepared to leave.

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

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

The other three people in the lounge were also surprised and walked over, but they still couldn't pull them away.

"I've been locked from outside."

"Who? You dare to lock us here."

"This is an illegal kidnapping. We are the referee team, open the door!"

"Hurry up and open the door! Is there anyone outside? Open the door!"

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

When they were tired and their voices became hoarse, they could not accept it.

They all knew it was a warning because they didn't do their best in this game.

But, how can you do your best?

Is it considered doing all that I can do if I send off one opponent and give Juventus a penalty at the beginning of the game?

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

"Who said no? The referees were illegally imprisoned, and only they dared to do this."

"Damn it, it's so hateful!"

Only Paparesta was sitting silently in his seat, his eyes full of anger. He had never encountered such a thing for so many years, and he would never have planned to just let it go.

We're not finished!

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

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

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

"You all know that Luciano has a bad temper. Sometimes he can't stop it when he gets angry. Even I feel a headache. He just now locked the door in anger, but we haven't found the key again..."

Speaking of this, Betga shook his head with a wry smile and said, "You also know that those people below have such virtues in doing things."
To be continued...