Super Marshal

"Hey, Maurizio, it's me."

In his study at home in Turin, Moggi dialed the mobile phone of referee assignee Maurizio Mattei.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Moji." Matei replied politely on the phone.

Moji hummed, "I want to know how the refereeing arrangements for the league round two days later are going to be?"

"Everything has been arranged." Mattei replied with a smile.

"who?"

"I arranged for Paparesta to go to Milan to enforce the law. You are old friends and should be familiar with him."

When Moggi heard the name, he frowned, and his mind couldn't help but recall the scene when he locked Paparesta in the referee's lounge of the Alpi Stadium. Although since then, Paparesta has Ta tamed him a lot, but every time he saw him, Moji had a very annoying intuition.

But he couldn't tell what he hated specifically.

"This game is very important and affects our success or failure this season."

"Well, I know, so I specially arranged for Paparesta. You know, he is one of the best referees in our country. I believe that he can complete the task well." Mattei said on the phone replied.

But Moji was still a little uneasy. He didn't like Paparesta, "I mean, can you change it to another one?"

"Change it?" Mattei was a little surprised, "Who should it be replaced with?"

"Others, like Domenico or Pablo, we've won every game they've officiated this season."

"Uh...Mr. Moggi, Domenico Messina has been arranged to officiate the match between Udinese and Chievo, and Pablo Bertini will officiate the match between Livorno and Palermo. You know, these two games are very important, related to the Champions League and UEFA Cup qualification, so..."

"Then arrange for someone else." Moji said with a headache.

"other people?"

"For example, Massimo, which scene did he enforce?"

Mattei hesitated on the other side of the phone, "Ascoli and Cagliari."

"That's right. This game is not important. No one will pay attention. Let Paparesta go and Massimo come to Milan to enforce the law. I believe he can complete the task well."

"But...Mr. Moji, the list has been drawn up and notifications have been made."

"Then change it and notify it again. This is not the first time. Is there no problem?"

Mattei on the other side of the phone hesitated again, and finally said again: "Mr. Moji, the wind outside is very tight now."

"What's the meaning?"

"Algieli was asked to go back for investigation by the Rome Procuratorate, did you know?" Mattei asked.

"I know." Moji said nonchalantly.

The former Siena captain criticized Siena's current coach and management after Siena lost 3-0 to Juventus, accusing them of giving points to Juventus and thinking that Siena is Juventus. The puppet who grabs points.

This is not the first time this has happened in Serie A.

In fact, almost every season, whenever there is a match between Siena and Juventus, Siena fans and veterans will jump out to cause trouble, but when has there ever been a problem?

In his mind, Moji was very dismissive of Mattei's fear. He thought that the former referee, even after being promoted and making a fortune, was still as timid as ever. How could he become such a big deal?

But now he had to suppress the disdain in his heart and said soothingly: "Okay, Maurizio, don't scare yourself. You should know that Algieli is just talking nonsense. What evidence can he have? He always talks about Siena. It is a subsidiary of Fiat, but in fact, we can find a lot of reasons to prove that it is not."

"As for the Rome Procuratorate taking him back, it was just a routine matter. I found someone to find out, asked him after a few questions and asked him to get out. It was nothing at all. It was just that there was a lot of commotion outside, and the Procuratorate had to make some statement. It’s all the same old routine.”

Matei hummed softly on the phone. Apparently Moji's words gave him a lot of confidence.

Over the past many years, they have always cooperated seamlessly and there has never been a problem, and I believe it will be the same this time.

"Listen to me and let Massimo come to Milan to enforce the game. We win every time he enforces the game. I like him. I don't like Paparesta. Let him enforce other games."

"Okay, let me think of a way." Moji said so, and Mattei could only compromise.

"Well, don't worry, I won't forget you."

"Thanks."

After hanging up the phone, Moji adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, flipped through his phone's address book, found a name in it, and dialed it directly.

Soon, the call came through.

"Hey, Massimo, it's me."

"Hello, Mr. Moji."

"I have already agreed with Mattei that you will come to Milan to enforce the law."

"Me?" DeSantis on the other side of the phone looked a little surprised, "But he didn't arrange for me to go..."

"Yes, I changed my mind temporarily. The specific notice should be issued tomorrow. I need you, Massimo."

There was silence on the other side of the phone, and it was obvious that this was not a good thing.

Everyone knows that there is a nine-point difference between Juventus and Inter Milan, and there are still four rounds of the league left. The Bianconeri can only have a glimmer of hope by defeating Inter Milan at the Meazza Stadium, even if it is extremely slim.

But anyone who has watched Inter Milan's performance this season knows how well this team is maintaining and how terrifying its offensive capabilities are. With Juventus' current state, it is extremely difficult to defeat their opponents away from home. …

At this time, the intention of arranging anyone to enforce this game is self-evident.

Moji on the other side of the phone obviously understood DeSantis’s hesitation, and sighed softly, “I know this is difficult, and I also know that there will be countless media from all over the world gathered at the scene, so I I need you all the time, Massimo.”

This is not the first time they have done something like this.

In fact, every Serie A game will attract many media and fans to the scene, or watch live TV. People who are familiar with football can see how well the referees enforce the law.

But every time, the public opinion is suppressed a little after the game, and Yunyun blames the problem on the referees who make mistakes, and then exposes the matter. The real test of the difficulty is the on-site law enforcement.

Especially in this kind of strong dialogue, a slight mistake may lead to an imbalance in the game and even affect the final result.

"Among the many referees in Serie A, you are the one I trust the most, Massimo."

After hearing Moji's words, DeSantis responded on the phone, "Okay, I'll do my best."

"Believe me, Massimo, as long as this matter is done, I will never treat you badly. No matter what you want, I will promise you." Moji gave the highest promise he could give.

And he has only one purpose, to defeat Inter Milan!

Even if Juventus fails to win the championship in the end, he will do this because he wants to break Gao Han's so-called winning aura for many years. He wants everyone to see that Gao Han, whom they believe in as a god, has also been deceived by others. A day to beat.

Having been immersed in professional football for many years, he clearly knows that there is currently only one core soul of Inter Milan, and that is Gao Han.

Everyone on the team has almost blind faith in Gao Han. They believe that as long as Gao Han is there, they can win.

Now, there are only four rounds left in the league. As long as they can defeat Gao Han and break his unbeaten streak, it will damage the morale and confidence within Inter Milan. This team may even collapse overnight.

Even if this season fails to turn around in the end, there is still next season and the future.

After hanging up DeSantis, Moggi found Giraudo's number in his address book and called him directly.

"Have everything been done?" Gilaudo asked concernedly on the phone.

"It's all settled. I changed the referee to DeSantis. He has always been our lucky star. As long as he is here, there will definitely be no problem. The two linesmen have also been informed. There will be no problem. of."

But Giraudo still couldn't help but be a little worried, "I read the report in Gazzetta dello Sport. It is said that there will be hundreds of media from all over the world gathered at the scene. Will something happen?"

"Don't worry, it's the same old rules, nothing will happen." Moji pretended to smile casually, "It's not like the Koreans made such outrageous noises in the World Cup, and nothing will happen, let alone in Italy?"

After thinking about it for a moment, Gilau was right.

Italy has been their territory for many years, so what else could cause trouble?

Even if the domestic and foreign media reported it, at worst they would blame the referee. Is it possible that the result of the game could be changed?

There is no such precedent in the world, not even in the World Cup finals.

As for the referees who take the blame, isn’t that simple?

They want money for money, and work for work. Anyway, it is easier to shut their mouths than anything else.

For this whole set of aftermath work, they are all more familiar with it than anyone else.

"The senior management of the group also attaches great importance to this game, and I have received news that Prodi will also attend the event in person."

Moji frowned upon hearing this, "He's going too?"

"Well, you know, there have been rumors from the outside world that he will clean up corruption in the country after being elected. Some people even speculate that he will take action on professional football, so recently, Berlusconi has been keeping a low profile."

"It's probably just a slogan." Moji looked disdainful, "He doesn't have much real power at all."

"But you can't be careless." Giraudo reminded.

Moji didn't care, but still nodded.

"People from the group headquarters will also go. This will be the most watched focus game in Serie A this season. Don't screw it up."

"Don't worry, DeSantis is here and everything will be fine." Moggi looked confident.

"That's good."

After hanging up the phone, Moji snorted disdainfully.

He didn't pay any attention to what Giraudo reminded him about how Prodi would change when he came to power.

Only a fool would believe this kind of false and empty campaign rhetoric.

Before Berlusconi came to power, didn't he make great promises?

But what's the result?

He himself has more problems than anyone else!

Therefore, these days, the promises made by politicians are simply unreliable. They are all worse than the mafia.

As for Berlusconi's low profile, that's even more natural. Is it okay for him not to be low-key?

Others may not know it, but Moggi knows better than anyone else that the former Italian Prime Minister has a lot of dirty information. If he dares to keep a high profile, everyone will die quickly.

What Moji really cared about was Gao Han.

He will never let Gao Han gain a foothold in Italian football so easily, or even win the championship.

Thinking of this, Moggi was so excited that his eyes were bloodshot. He seemed to have seen the moment when the team defeated Inter Milan at San Siro.

Over the past few years, he has been the undisputed king of Italian football, and he will be so now and in the future.

Absolutely no one is allowed to provoke!

Even if he is cold!