Seriously, I read several football forums an hour ago, some from epl, some from la liga; guess what, many of them are actually rooting for merda, and generally they see us as the vermin of italian football instead of merda, and not just merda there, generally they cheer for milan roma napoli etc but we are always viewed with cheater label of sort
I honestly not sure if one can say that such depressing worldview has literally zero effect on our players or players that can join us, especially in this age of political correctness
Yeah, that's what most La Liga mugs and premfaces think of Juve and Inter.
Below is an article about Inter bribing in Europe (written in 2003). Also, Jonathan Wilson in his well-known book
Inverting the Pyramid claims Herrera fixed matches.
This Football Life: Moratti in a real fix over Inter's glorious but tainted
history
By Brian Glanville (The Times)
FOR Inter Milan fans, Massimo Moratti, the club president, can do nothing
right. At the San Siro they usually jeer him. While AC Milan, their eternal
city rivals, flaunt the European Cup, Inter have not won the scudetto, the
Italian title, since 1989, when they left Milan a dozen points behind.
Under the draconian managership of the flamboyant Helenio Herrera, the
European Cup was won twice, the scudetto four times. In the foyer of Inter's
training ground stands a bust of Angelo Moratti, below it a most effusive
eulogy. But when Keith Botsford, my American colleague, and I were
investigating what we called The Years of the Golden Fix, it transpired that
Inter's European victories of the 1960s were the fruit of bribery and
corruption in which Angelo Moratti played a crucial part in a process
implemented by two men also now dead: Dezso Solti, the Hungarian fixer, and
the serpentine Italo Allodi. Inter's secretary, he became general manager of
Juventus when we showed them to be guilty of an abortive attempt to "buy" a
Portuguese referee.
Three years in a row, Inter made offers to referees in the second legs of
European Cup semi-finals to be played at the San Siro and twice it worked,
in 1964 and 1965, when they went on to win the final. On the third occasion,
in 1966, Gyorgy Vadas, a brave Hungarian official, refused to be bribed.
Real Madrid held out and went on to lift the trophy.
In 1964, the sufferers were Borussia Dortmund, who had a key player sent
off. In 1965 it was Liverpool, victims of two dreadful decisions by Ortiz de
Mendibil, the Spaniard. Botsford and I knew that Vadas refused to be
tempted; getting him to talk years later was the problem.
Having flown to Budapest, we at last managed to meet him in the dim
cafeteria of Radio Budapest, where everybody involved in Hungarian football,
good guys and bad, seemed to be working. Large, good-natured, anxious, he
refused to talk; he had plainly suffered enough. Not another international
match would he get after that night. It was left to Peter Borenich, a
talented, persistent young local journalist, to get him to speak and publish
what he said in Only The Ball Has A Skin.
Solti had been with him and his linesman, Vadas said, from morning to night.
When they were alone in his hotel room, Solti offered him enough money to
buy five Mercedes if he bent the match for Inter, payable in dollars -
double if Inter won on a late penalty, five times as much were they to win
by a penalty in extra time.
On the morning of the match, Vadas and his linesman were invited to Angelo
Moratti's villa for lunch. He at once gave each a gold watch. During the
meal he told Solti to buy them colour television sets and a host of
electrical appliances. But Vadas refereed the match impeccably. At
half-time, Solti invaded his dressing-room, ranting that he had failed to
give three penalties. At 5am the next day, Solti phoned his friend, Gyorgy
Honti, secretary of the Hungarian football federation, to tell him that
Vadas had cheated Inter out of the match. Back in Budapest, Vadas was faced
by an outraged Honti.
Yet Angelo Moratti is still revered.
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ffs why do we have to be in such barbaric league/football culture?
