[Football] Bad Boy Batty

[Manchester City beat Arsenal 4-0 to win the trophy, aiming for the sixth title, Real Madrid and Sampdoria should be careful! ] - Mundo Deportivo

As soon as the photo of Manchester City receiving the award was released, this news became a hot search, and the game entry quickly became a hot topic.

Sky Sports invited Manchester United legend Gary Neville and Liverpool legend Jamie Carragher to broadcast the game live. The old rivals reached a rare consensus in this game. They both thought that Arsenal played too spinelessly.

Carragher said: "At the beginning of the game, Mkhitaryan and Aubameyang were able to cooperate together, and I thought the scene was OK, but 15 minutes later, my thought became: What the hell is that?"

Neville also said: "Yes, Arsenal played well in the first half, but from the moment Manchester City scored the first goal, their mentality became problematic, their defense lost its position, and they became vulnerable. Batistuta's goal was very enjoyable to watch, and it was Arsenal's paper-thin defense that made him successful."

In addition to Neville and Carragher, England star Alan Shearer also expressed his opinion. He claimed that there was no moment in the game that made him feel that Wenger's team could win.

"Arsenal lost before the game started. They played without energy and desire. You can't expect a team that doesn't want to win to play a good game. Manchester City is very fast, and the transition between offense and defense is very sharp. They are stronger than Arsenal in every position. In the end, Arsenal players even wanted to get a penalty by diving. Their performance was too clumsy." - Alan Shearer

But there was another highlight of this game, and that was Batistuta's playful goal.

Many famous players stood up to criticize him, saying that scoring a goal in this way was a complete disrespect to the opponent and an immature behavior. They seemed to see in him Neymar who had just joined Barcelona, ​​only a taller version with a worse temper and who was willing to fight.

Owen, the former wind-chasing boy, tweeted to explain his thoughts. He believed that Batistuta's fancy moves were unnecessary and he could have kicked the ball into the net quickly and neatly. The reason he did not do so was that Batistuta was mentally immature and enjoyed making fun of his opponents, which was also the reason for the decline of South American football in recent years.

Irving's first few sentences were quite pertinent, but the last one angered everyone. The former golden boy and now big mouth had just caused public outrage on social media for making fun of Ronaldo's physique. Now he openly criticized the style of South American football. Many people went to his Twitter to leave messages, criticizing him for leaving his brain on the court after retiring.

Soon, Batistuta was pushed to the forefront, and many former Brazilian stars like Ronaldo, Romario, Kaka, and even Pele expressed their support for him.

"Brazilians just need to play football happily and ignore cowardice and jealousy. Brazil loves you. You are so talented. Keep playing happily. I believe you will achieve greater success." This is what Ronaldo said.

Batty responded to each of them seriously.

Of course, as Batistuta's biological father, Ronaldinho defended his son on social media everywhere, and even used his 2kw followers account to fight with trolls. However, he did not get a response from Batistuta. Batistuta sent a long string of hearts to support Edmundo, but for Ronaldinho, he just liked the tweet that made the most sense.

In fact, this is a kind of progress. After all, under normal circumstances, Batistuta would not even bother with him. (The main reason is that Ronaldinho withdrew the lawsuit and said he would no longer interfere too much in Batistuta's life.)

On this side, there is a warm and harmonious atmosphere, but on the other side, there are waves of criticism.

Batty thought it was hilarious.

Those online trolls actually think that they can hurt him by sending a few dirty words and some extreme remarks. No, he will kick according to his own ideas.

Of course, trolls and celebrities are treated differently.

Facing the "lack of respect" remarks from many famous players, Batty only responded with two words:

Read.

Also attached were many photos of Manchester City celebrating in the locker room after winning the League Cup.

For example, the happy photos on the charter plane back to Manchester, the photos of the party hosted by the club chairman, the photos of Guardiola fulfilling his promise and dancing the electric dance... No one was affected. Batistuta and Lucas also took funny photos of drinking with the trophy. Neither of them was topless and made a heart shape with their hands. Their faces were obviously blushed. If they didn't have a trophy in their hands, I would have thought that this was a post-event photo that you couldn't see without paying.

All in all, Batty's life is still happy.

It was almost the next morning when they returned from the chairman's party. The few people who were so brain-blank supported each other back to the apartment. After reaching the 31st floor, Ederson urged B Silva and Lucas to go to Batistuta's place to continue having fun. As a result, the next second, Batistuta, who had just opened the door, was dragged into the room by "an unknown force", and then with a "click", the door was locked.

The three of them looked at each other.

"He, was sucked in by something?"

Of course, the words of the guys who just finished the party were not credible. Not long after, Barty's intermittent voice came from the door, asking people to leave. Seeing that the protagonist had left, the guys outside the door stopped having fun and went back to their rooms to sleep after chatting for a few words.

At this time, Batty was being pressed against the wall and condemned by "an unknown force" himself.

"You've become a 'steadfast tin soldier', why do you still force yourself?" Batistuta wiped his lips that were almost bitten, and looked at Neymar in front of him, with his foot bandaged and fixed with a plaster cast and crutches, but still firmly blocking himself in the corner, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Whose fault is this? I waited for you all night!" Seeing Neymar glaring at him, Batistuta pursed his lips and tried hard to suppress his smile, then leaned over and kissed him. However, Neymar's anger did not subside. He let go of one of his crutches and reached out to pinch Batistuta's cheek to make his mouth pout like a goldfish, "We agreed to wait for you to come back as soon as the game was over, but you went out to have a party!!"

what--

it seems to be like this.

Batty blinked and completely forgot about it.

"You know, this is a party hosted by the president, I can't refuse." He lied, "Everyone went, including David (Silva), his son is still in Valencia - don't be angry, that party is not fun at all, I wanted to leave a long time ago, but I was always socializing."

The excuse of partying was really clever. Batistuta heard it from his godfather when he was trying to please Leonardo, and it came in handy this time.

But he missed one thing -

Neymar narrowed his eyes dangerously, then snorted a few times and took out his phone from his pocket. "My dear Batistuta, are you drunk? How come you don't remember the photos and stories you posted on Instagram?" He pulled up the evidence he recorded and pointed it directly in front of Batistuta's eyes, "Look, who is this happy dancing baby? Who is this one drinking with his tongue sticking out? And this one, his pants are almost pulled to his knees... Why don't you just take it off!!!"

Batty, Batty's brain couldn't come up with a better explanation.

"Woo--Nice ass, who is this? Is he your friend? When did you meet?" He began to deny the facts. Batistuta took Neymar's phone and enlarged the video, then smiled frivolously, "He dances really well. Do you have his contact information? I want to... well, don't pull my pants."

Neymar gritted his teeth and pressed the man harder against the wall, then touched Batistuta's jaw with his lips, "You want to know who this is, okay, I'll show you clearly." He lifted Batistuta's thigh to his waist, slid his fingers on it, and then squeezed it lightly, "And, even if I'm a "steadfast tin soldier", I can pick you up and make you feel good from head to toe."

"Oh - really." Batistuta drawled, putting his arm around Neymar's shoulders and nudging his side with his knee. "I doubt it."

"Don't doubt it, I'm just... Hey!"

However, plans cannot keep up with changes, and changes cannot keep up with emergencies.

"Damn it, damn it! Why is this thing unreliable?"

"Don't just think about being me, there! Watch your crutches—and your feet!"

Let's go back half a minute, Neymar's fingertips were about to touch the skin on Batistuta's waist, and at this moment, one of the crutches he leaned against the wall slowly, slowly slipped down, and the sound of "bang" startled both of them. As a result, they hurriedly helped one up, and the other fell down again.

"Don't worry, we'll get it done, just-wait a few seconds." Neymar put Batistuta down, hopped on one leg to put the crutches in place, and then came back to continue the action just now, "Okay, come on."

Batty: ...

Get away from me.

The spark that had just been created was extinguished completely.

Batistuta gave Neymar a fake smile, then dragged him onto the sofa.

Neymar was stunned.

"Bati!"

"Don't look at me like that. We shouldn't have used this position since I was taller than you, not to mention you're still breaking a bone." Batty crossed his arms and said, "If this causes your metatarsal bones to deteriorate and you can't catch up with the World Cup, I'll shoot myself in the head."

"What does this have to do with the World Cup!" Neymar waved his hands in dissatisfaction at Batistuta. What he cared about was, "You can't throw me over here like a rag doll, that's simply..." It made this top player lose all his momentum.

Batistuta realized what Neymar was referring to almost immediately. An ambiguous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stretched out his index finger and shook it left and right.

"My dear Neymar, it seems that you don't know that the trend on the Internet has changed." He said, "Since the World Youth Championship, the fan fiction about you and me on Ao3 has started to focus on me being the top."

Neymar: ???

"Yes, I have conquered the football world in the world of fan fiction." Batty raised his chin proudly, "They even created a fan site for me. There are several great illustrators on it. You should go and see their paintings. They are very hot."

"——So, what do you think?"

"What do I think?" Batistuta walked over slowly with a Mona Lisa smile, then stepped over and held Neymar's face. "Do you feel a sense of crisis?" He kissed the corner of his mouth. "Or do you not accept that in the eyes of the fans, I am the one on top."

"——I just want to know what you think. Others have nothing to do with me." Neymar took a deep breath and looked over seriously. "I don't care about those. It's just you."

Oh, that's so sweet.

Barty pecked him on the lips and then touched the tip of his nose.

"I like you inside me," he said. "That will never change."

The spark that had just gone out was reignited at some point.

……

after a while.

Neymar pressed Batistuta's head and slowly poked his throat, listening to the wonderful nasal sound. He looked up at the chandelier on the ceiling and thought it was time to hire a group of writers to change the environment of Ao3.

At least--

The most popular article has to be the one with him on it.

This is in line with reality.

(End of this chapter)