Milan Belongs to the Champions

Totti was stunned.

He looked at Gianluca Rocchi, hoping Rocchi would give him an explanation.

Spitting on the pitch could be treated as either a serious or minor matter. He had been shown a straight red for it before.

But unless someone deliberately spat at an opponent or the referee, it was generally ignored.

After intense exertion, saliva became thick and viscous, full of proteins that were hard to swallow. Spitting it out was perfectly normal.

Totti believed he had not made any insulting gesture toward an opponent or the referee.

Rocchi pointed at Huang Kaiwen's boot and said, "You spat on Kevin's shoe."

"I didn't do it on purpose!"

Totti bent down and wiped it with his hand, then casually rubbed his hand on his jersey. "I wiped it off. Is that okay?"

"Sorry, but what happened cannot be treated as though it never happened. No matter what, you spat on Kevin's shoe, so you must receive a yellow card. This is already a very light punishment."

Rocchi explained.

It was only because it was Totti.

For anyone else, he would not have wasted his breath.

"Fuck."

Totti's patience had run out. He had always been a frequent recipient of cards, and the only reason he had been so cooperative today was that Roma had finally seemed to have a chance of drawing with Milan.

The referee showed him no respect at all, so he cursed, tore the captain's armband off his right arm, and hurled it viciously onto the pitch.

Rocchi snorted through his nose.

Totti's behavior had made him lose face. These incidents would certainly be embellished in the post-match report.

He might not be suspended next season, but Totti could forget about playing in the Coppa Italia final!

Referees had their pride too!

Huang Kaiwen did