Police refused a coach carrying Napoli directors directly in to the stadium and this meant they had to get out of their gold plated bus and walk through the crowds to get in, which must have been terrifying. Poor people are just one of the many reasons I don't like shopping malls or drinking in town on a Saturday night, so I can relate.
Once the crew navigated the treacherous path to the Bridge, they presumably paid the troll toll and got in by saying "uhhh Danny DeVito plus 4....5......6........ uhhh 6. Yeh we should be on the list" but then they had to pay anyway because someone forgot to put their names down. And then one of the Napoli directors was like "Don't you know who I am?!" and the doorman went "hey dave, this guy doesn't know who he is?" and then they all laughed because it was a wicked burn.
I don't really know what this story is about tbh and it's relevance to football is minuscule at best. Danny DeVito went to a soccer match, this is somehow news, blah blah blah tits.