Sometimes Dejan Lu wondered.
Had he appeared too little, to the point that even Genoa players dared to talk to him like that?
That might also have been because his style of play was too clean.
If it had been Lothar Matthäus, probably very few people would have dared to do that. That guy would fucking retaliate. When the time came, a sliding tackle might look like a tackle, but it would actually be aimed at your shin. Even the referee would have no way to stand up for you.
You would spend half a year on a stretcher and have nowhere to cry about it.
As they walked toward the halfway line to wait for the coin toss, Matracci asked in a low voice, "How about we find a chance to teach that guy a lesson?"
Marco Lanna nodded.
Fuck, in Genoa, did they not know who was boss?
He had blown up no fewer than eight thousand chickens in his hands. Did they really think Marco Lanna was just collecting a paycheck?
Just as Dejan Lu had stood up for him, they treated Dejan Lu's dignity as their own.
Provoking Dejan Lu meant provoking Sampdoria.
If they did not teach them a lesson, would that not mean letting them climb all over their heads?
Those bastards had to learn that Ferraris Stadium had only one kingpin!
Roberto Mancini had good luck today and won the coin toss.
Sampdoria kicked off first.
Lanna immediately dropped deeper and gave up the left flank.
That Genoa defender was the right-sided center-back, which happened to put him up against Dejan Lu.
Dejan Lu smiled and ran to the left to receive the ball. He could not refuse his teammates' goodwill.
Riise played much like a winger.
More importantly, once he crossed midfield,