jedan dio o Juventusu iz knjige Ibrahimovića.
Mino said:
”Of course he took you off. You were the worst one on the pitch. You were shit.”
”What the fuck are you saying?”
”You sucked. You should have been put on the bench earlier.”
”Hey”, I said.
”What?”
”Go fuck yourself. You and the coach.”
I hung up and took a shower and went home to Diemen, and my mood wasn’t exactly improving.
But as I came home I saw someone standing at my door. It was Mino. How does he dare, that idiot, I thought, and I hadn’t even stepped out of my car before we started screaming shit at each other again.
”How many times do I have to tell you this?” he yelled. ”You were shit, and you’re not supposed to kick down fucking billboards. You have to grow up.”
”Go to hell.”
”Go and fuck yourself!”
”Fuck you. I want to get out of here”, I yelled.
”You have to move to Turin then.”
”What are you talking about?”
”I may have Juventus going.”
”Excuse me?”
”You heard me”, and I did. I just couldn’t understand, not in the middle of that fight.
”You have a deal with Juventus for me?”
”Maybe.”
”Are you fucking wonderful, you fucking idiot?”
”Nothing is set yet, but I’m working on it”, he said and I thought, Juventus!
That was something different than Southampton.
Juventus might have been the best club in Europe at the time. They had stars like Thuram, Trézéguet, Del Piero, Buffon and Nedved, and sure, they had lost the Champions League final against Milan the year before. But on paper no other team was even close. All the players were superstars, and the club had just signed Fabio Capello, the coach from Roma who had wanted me for several years, and I really started hoping. Come on Mino, I thought, make this happen!
Juventus was ran by Luciano Moggi at that time. Moggi was a tough one, a man of power who had worked his way up from nothing and become one of the hotshots in italian football. He was the king of the transfer market.
The guy had turned Juventus around. The club had won the league time after time under him. But Luciano Moggi wasn’t exactly known to be Snowwhite. There had been some scandals around him with bribes, doping and trials and shit and rumours about him belonging to the Camorra from Naples. That was bullshit of course. But the guy really looked like a mafioso. He liked cigars and cocky suits and he had no limits as a negotiator. He was the master of deals, and definitely not a harmless counterpart.
But Mino knew him.
You could say they were old enemies who had become friends. Mino had booked a meeting with Moggi and tried to get business going. But the start wasn’t great. Moggi’s office was like a fucking waiting room. There were like twenty people outside and all were impatient. But nothing happened. Time just passed and eventually Mino got mad. He just left, furious as hell: what the fuck, ignoring a meeting like that? Most people had probably accepted the situation. Moggi was a big shot. But Mino didn’t respect stuff like that. If he was treated badly, then he was. So he looked up Moggi later the same day at the club’s favourite restaurant Urbani in Turin.
”You’ve treated me badly”, he hissed.
”Who the fuck are you?”, said Moggi.
”You will see when you want to buy a player from me”, Mino roared, and he continued being mad at the old man.
He even introduced himself like that to other football bosses: ”I am Mino. I am against Moggi”,
and since Moggi was a guy with many enemies, that was often a good line. The problem was just that sooner or later Mino would have to do business with Mogg, and in 2001 Juventus wanted to buy Nedved, one of Mino’s star players. But nothing was set, not at all, Mino had Real Madrid going as well, and him and Nedved were meeting with Moggi in Turin only to discuss things. But Moggi put things at stake, and called reporters, photographers and fans. He put a huge welcoming committee together already before the negotiations began, and Nedved and Mino couldn’t get out of that trap.
Not that it really bothered Mino. He wanted Nedved in Juventus, and that trick had given him the chance to improve the contract, but for the first time he was impressed by Moggi. The old man might have been an asshole that time, but he knew his game, and the two of them made peace and became friends. ”I am Mino. I am all for Moggi”, kind of. They weren’t exactly cuddling, but there was a respect there, and apparently some other clubs had dissed me. Moggi was the only one really interested. But it wouldn’t be easy.
Moggi didn’t have a lot of time for us. We could meet him in secret for half an hour in Monte Carlo. It was during the Formula-1 race, Monaco Grand Prix, and I guess Moggi was in town for business. The Fiat Group owns both Ferrari and Juventus and we were meeting him in a VIP-room at the airport. But the traffic was terrible, and we didn’t get anywhere by car. We had to run, and Mino isn’t exactly a physical phenomenon. He’s over weight. He was panting. He was sweaty and hadn’t exactly dressed up for the meeting.
Jedan je Moggi
. Po meni su i ovi dresovi odlični, jos da bude sve ovo naredne sezone na dresovima, tek bi onda bilo 
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možda bi se i nadao kiksu Milana, ali ovako ništa 
