[Football] Bad Boy Batty

The Brazilian Olympic team continued their hot form, defeating their opponents in the last round of the group stage, beating the Danish group leader 6-1 to advance to the quarterfinals. Batistuta contributed 8 goals and topped the Olympic football scorer list.

In the quarter-finals they met old rivals Colombia.

Almost all Brazilians hate Colombia. If they hadn't given Thiago a yellow card suspension and injured Neymar in the World Cup in their country two years ago, how could there have been the subsequent tragedy with Germany?

So naturally, the game against Colombia was a mess. Fortunately, Brazil had absolute strength and won 4-0 to advance to the semi-finals.

It is worth mentioning that a fight broke out, and it was broadcast in front of the cameras that were being broadcast all over the world.

To be precise, it was Batistuta who had a fight with the big central defender of the Colombian Olympic team.

Afterwards, British Sky Sports released the entire process of this "fight". People could clearly see that Batistuta suddenly frowned after the referee blew the whistle to end the game. He walked around his teammates and opponents who were walking to the locker room, walked straight to the central defender, and punched him in the nose.

As the nosebleed spurted out, the whole audience was in an uproar.

……

In fact, the foreshadowing of this matter was already laid at the beginning of the game.

The central defender must have received instructions to defend Batistuta. He provoked and trash-talked him many times. The camera captured several clashes between them.

Just 7 minutes into the game, Brazil launched a threatening attack. Marquinhos passed the ball to the left to launch the attack, and then Neymar took over and tore through Colombia's defense.

Although this attack did not ultimately result in a goal, it still boosted Brazil's morale to a great extent.

"That's it! Do it a few more times!"

Neymar clapped his hands to encourage his teammates to work harder, while Marquinhos led the defenders to retreat to prevent Colombia from seizing the opportunity to quickly counterattack, while Batistuta——

Batistuta was being harassed by the annoying opposition centre-back.

"If you ask me, football is ruined by pretty little fags like you. Brazil's future star? You? What else can you do besides yelling?"

"You have such a fucked-up face. If you lose to us, what do you think your angry teammates will do to you?"

"Do you have an older sister? I can't wait to taste them."

Barty rolled his eyes.

He still wouldn't react to this level of trash talk. To be honest, he's heard much dirtier ones.

Seeing that Batistuta did not react, the central defender became more aggressive. Not only did he stick to Batistuta like a shadow, he also added various small actions and squeezed him from time to time.

Finally, in a scramble for the ball out of bounds, the center back secretly hit Batistuta's heel, and the ball hit his calf and bounced out of bounds, giving the ball to Colombia.

Batty was angry.

"Keep your hands and feet clean, you bastard! It's my choice not to beat you up, don't make me regret it!" Batty pushed him hard, pointed at his nose and warned him loudly, "If you do it again, I will crush your face with my studs!"

The center back held the ball and pretended to be innocent.

But what he said was not so innocent.

"Coward," he said sarcastically.

Just as a fight was about to break out, the referee blew the whistle.

"Go back to your position, immediately." The referee turned to face Batistuta. "There won't be a next time, or I will have to give you a yellow card. Do you understand?"

Batistuta, who was regarded as the mastermind, was indignant and wanted to say something to the referee, but Neymar came over, hooked Batistuta's neck and took him away from the sideline.

"Don't disobey the referee."

"He kicked me!" Batty kept complaining, "Why is that bastard not hurt at all? The ball should be ours!"

"We can win, don't be impulsive." Neymar whispered, "I know that guy fouled you, it's unfair, but the referee said it's Colombian, it's Colombian, it's only 20 minutes, we can't have a yellow card."

Batty used the grass under his feet to vent his anger for a few times, then gritted his teeth and nodded in agreement.

He wants to win.

That guy obviously wanted to provoke him and make him commit a foul, but it wasn't that easy and he wouldn't let him succeed.

……

That being said, however...

Batty seemed to be a little less lucky today.

As the first half was coming to an end, Batistuta's shot hit the crossbar and bounced out of bounds. This was the closest they had ever been to taking the lead, and there was a cry of grief within the Brazilian team.

Not only that, Batistuta was also injured in the thigh by the studs of the opponent's midfielder. He sat on the ground, thinking about how to maximize the benefits of this accident.

At least they should be given a free kick.

But at this moment, the center back suddenly came up.

"I told you you were a wimp," he said, slyly. "Now you know, little bitch, I can crush you easier than Zuniga crushed Neymar."
How dare he.

A Colombian, in Brazil, mentioned the World Cup two years ago and showed no respect for the injured.

Batty stared at him, his eyes narrowed and gradually became dangerous.

"Idiot, how dare you say such a thing." He curled his lips and cursed softly, "You turned around as slowly as if you were walking down the street. I can't believe your head coach and teammates allowed you to play."

"What did you say--"

Just when the central defender was about to step forward in anger, Batistuta quietly stretched out his foot, and the big guy fell heavily to the ground, eating a mouthful of mud and grass.

"Okay! You bastard! How dare you plot against me!"

Soon all the players from both teams gathered around, the yellow and blue figures huddled together and pushed each other, and the scene suddenly became a mess.

The referee arrived late and had a hard time maintaining order.

If he could, he would send everyone off, the referee thought.

"He tripped me, sir!" the center back gestured to the referee and shouted, "Give him a red card! Get him off!"

"I didn't." Batty was still sitting on the ground. He looked at the referee innocently and curled up one leg. "He stepped on my ankle on purpose. I definitely didn't mean to trip him. On the contrary, it was a serious violation of the rules. He should be given a red card."

"nonsense!"

"I'm not talking nonsense, you want to break my legs." Batistuta made up a story, "You said it yourself, everyone heard it." Regardless of whether they heard it or not, it is an unwritten rule for players to protect their teammates on the court.

The Brazilian players all nodded, insisting that the opponent had indeed stepped on Batistuta's ankle on purpose.

Of course the Colombians refused to admit it. They surrounded the referee and demanded an explanation.

Due to the angle, the referee didn't see the conflict at all, and his assistants couldn't provide any useful information. He was now squeezed between the players of both teams, feeling overwhelmed.

The whistle sounded, and finally the referee gave one side a yellow card to end the conflict.

At the end of the first half, the score remained 0-0.

Batty received the first yellow card of this Olympics.

A second before walking into the tunnel, the center back suddenly stuck out his thumb towards Batistuta, and as his thumb twitched, he used his tongue to lift the other cheek.

This is an extremely obscene and provocative posture.

How dare this idiot!

Just when Batty was about to erupt like a volcano—

"Don't bother with him, Batty, let's go back to the locker room."

The young captain Neymar discovered and resolved the crisis in time. He half-pulled and half-dragged Batistuta back to the locker room, and then quickly handed him over to Loach for disposal.

"Don't be angry. We'll score 5 or 6 goals against him in the second half. Let's see if he can still speak." Neymar comforted him while lying down and letting the physiotherapist massage him. "We will win."

Batty also lay down and let the physiotherapist take over his thigh, then responded twice in a very perfunctory manner.

"I know we will win," he said. "We are five-star Brazil."

Looking at Batty's gloomy expression, Loach, who was handing water to Batty, knew that someone was going to be in trouble.

……

As expected, in the second half, Batista was in full swing, running at high speed on the right side, dribbling past the opponent beautifully and then moving quickly, with practical tricks one after another, contributing two goals and one assist in succession, making a huge jump from 10-0 to 0-3 in 0 minutes.

The Colombian had nothing to say and left the field in despair after the game.

Then the scene at the beginning happened.

Obviously one punch was not enough to calm Batty's anger. He grabbed his opponent's collar and wanted to continue, but the referee team rushed over to stop him.

[beep——]
The referee pulled the red card from his pocket.

wait--

Can the referee still make penalties against players after the game?

In the few seconds that Batistuta was stunned, the Colombian center back got up and counterattacked.

"You son of a bitch—"

He grabbed Batty by the hair and slammed his face into the concrete.

Batty's nose bridge and brow bone were immediately covered in blood.

[What are they doing!] The commentator raised his voice an octave, [This level of fighting is not common even on the ice hockey field!]

Everyone was stunned.

The referee showed the second red card.

But no one stopped.

All hell breaks loose.

……

"——You hit someone after the game, and in front of the whole world, Barty baby, what were you thinking? Now the ruling has not come out yet, you may even miss the final! You can't even play, how can you take revenge on Germany?"

After returning to the base, Batistuta was first scolded by Mikael and the coaching staff, and then thrown into the infirmary. The team doctor was carefully treating his wounds with alcohol cotton balls, while Neymar stayed with him as the captain. Of course, he did not forget to take the opportunity to scold Batistuta.

Batty raised his chin and replied with disgust: "It's not my fault. It was that guy who said that to you and stuck his disgusting tongue at me."

Neymar was stunned.

"He said something about me?" he asked. "What did he say about me?"

"That bastard mentioned your injury in the last World Cup." Batistuta waved his hands as if to shoo away a fly, as if he didn't want to talk about it too much. He had no idea how much of a stir this caused in Neymar's heart.

Batty fought because of him.

It's so--so sweet, but so silly, but still sweet, but still silly.

Neymar pursed his lips uncomfortably and said, "Don't do that again next time."

Batty nodded.

But they all knew that if there was a next time, he would do it again.

The team doctor finished his work and left the infirmary to report to Mikael. Only Neymar and Batistuta were left in the room.

Each of them had their own thoughts, and the atmosphere suddenly became weird and ambiguous.

Just then, the door opened and substitute goalkeeper Ederson walked in quickly with a silly smile on his face.

"Hey Barty! The verdict is out! Guess what - only one game suspension! Congratulations! You can make it to the final!"

Batista's attention immediately shifted to Edson.

Looking at the two people having a heated discussion over there, Neymar touched the tip of his nose and began to feel inexplicably unhappy.

(End of this chapter)