Mancini spent two sleepless nights thinking about it, dark circles forming under his eyes, yet he still could not come up with a name.
If they called themselves the Three Axis Powers, they would probably become the most hated trio in European football overnight.
It was a pity the team was in Genoa. If they had been in Rome, they could have gone with Caesar, Pompey, and Crassus, with him personally serving as football's Caesar.
This matter made Mancini extremely irritable.
Federica, on the other hand, found it quite satisfying.
Mancini did not take his temper out on her, but whenever he was in a bad mood, he had even more strength than usual.
Federica was even considering buying a few Baggio posters to put up at home.
But when she thought about Mancini wearing a sour face all day, she decided against it.
As Mancini went downstairs with his car keys, he discovered something irritating: a reporter was leaning against his car, waiting for him.
"Roberto, could you tell us why you stood up for Dejan?"
The question was asked in Italian with a London accent.
The question improved Mancini's mood somewhat. At least someone had noticed what he had done.
But how could he phrase it with more style? Mancini tried hard to recall the books he had read recently, then his face immediately darkened.
Damn, the last thing he had read was Sherlock Holmes.
What was he supposed to say? There was only one truth?
Mancini recalled a line that fit perfectly and said excitedly, "When the law cannot bring justice to those involved, private revenge becomes justified from that moment onward—perhaps even noble."
"Arthur Conan Doyle. That is a very sensible statement. Do you mean the referee failed to make a fair call?" the reporter asked.