[Football] Bad Boy Batty

There were only 10 minutes left in the game and the score remained at 3-3. If Manchester City could not continue to score in the remaining time, then their prepared celebrations would have to be postponed. Mourinho knew this very well, so in the final moments, Manchester United set up a solid defense.

According to Sky TV, at one point in Manchester City's attack in the final period, there were as many as eight defensive players in the penalty area in front of Manchester United's goal.

Despite such high-intensity and intensive defense, Manchester City, which was bombarding the goal, failed to hit the ball at all.

Batistuta, who had been running back and forth desperately, was gradually feeling tired. While a player was falling to the ground, he supported himself on his knees and bent over to recover his strength.

"I advise you to give up, dear." Augustus didn't know how he got to Batistuta's side. He patted Batistuta on the back with sympathy. "Manchester City will be the Premier League champion this season. Everyone knows that. So - why does it have to be today?"

give up?

How could it be possible to give up.

It would be an unprecedented honor to win the championship at home by defeating their derby rivals 6 rounds in advance. If they cannot celebrate at home, it would be like they have compromised, compromised with their city rivals! This is totally not allowed!
"Stay away from me!" Batty took a big step to the side. "Instead of pretending to persuade us to give up on you, why don't you go back and be your human pillar? I swear, if there is even a tiny gap, we will tear your barrel apart!"

Augustus looked at Batti for a while, then turned and left.

This is not something he would do, but Batistuta didn't have time to think about it. Manchester City got a throw-in on the left, and midfielder D Silva moved over. He directed Sane to launch an attack, and Batistuta made a flanking move to the outside of the penalty area on the right. Unfortunately, the ball was not well coordinated and could not pass Manchester United's first line of defense.

It's really hard to break the iron bucket formation.

A high center forward is one solution, but this is a hardware gap. Manchester City does not have a player like a bomber. There are also set pieces and long shots. Manchester City has tried this. Whether it is Kompany, Fernandinho, De Bruyne or D. Silva, they all tried to shoot from the outside, but unfortunately, it didn't work.

"Well done! Keep it up!" Kompany is worthy of being Manchester City's spiritual leader. He clapped his hands to encourage his teammates, "Cheer up! It's far from time to give up!"

Batty responded with a thumbs-up.

He was anxious now, very anxious, so he chose not to speak.

"If Batistuta doesn't curse at someone in every game, it's not comfortable to play."

This saying has been circulating in Manchester City for a while. Although it is a joke, it can also reflect the attitude of teammates indirectly.

Actually, it also has to do with luck.

Sometimes being a pressure monster can wake up someone and help them turn the tide, but sometimes putting pressure on teammates on the court will cause everyone's mentality to change, resulting in a complete loss.

Batty didn't know which of the situations was happening, but he wanted to take a chance.

He gambled that his teammates would notice his abnormality, muster up their energy, and finally seize Manchester United's loopholes to defeat their opponents.

"Come on! I believe in you, all of you!" Guardiola shouted until his throat was hoarse on the sidelines, "It's too tight! Don't get stuck in a rut, relax - move, pass it!!"

Batistuta remained silent, stretched out his hand for the ball and then pulled to the right to pull the defense line. Fernandinho made a good pass and Batistuta stopped the ball steadily. He relaxed himself and tried to use Neymar's rainbow pass to lift the ball over Ashley Young's head.

But the final result ended in failure, Ashley Young disrupted his pace first, the ball passed, but he himself failed to get there in time. Aguero came to help and did not let the ball be lost, but at this time Manchester United's "iron bucket" was already in place.

"What are you thinking about, Batistuta!" Even a good-tempered Aguero couldn't help but scold him, "As soon as the ball is intercepted, it's a counterattack, a counterattack by Manchester United!"

Batty refrained from speaking and expressed his apology with gestures.

Aguero was stunned for half a second, and looked at De Bruyne, who also noticed something was wrong, a little confused: "He didn't refute me just now, Kevin, what happened?"

"——I think he is very dissatisfied with the current result." De Bruyne glanced at the time on the big screen and pushed Aguero's shoulder, "Hurry, we are running out of time, go back."

Soon, everyone felt Batty's unwillingness.

It was clearly their home court, and they were clearly leading at the beginning, but in the end they could only get a draw? No one would want to accept this.

[Halfway through the extra time, Manchester City has less than two minutes left. Can a miracle happen? ]

This is also what all Manchester City fans think.

Can a miracle really happen?

Of course.

Next, Batistuta will use practical actions to tell everyone that this is Al-Ittihad, nothing is impossible!
In the last minute, hope ignited in the hearts of Manchester United players. If they could seize the loopholes in Manchester City's defense at the last moment and score another goal to completely kill the game and take away 1 points, then in the next 3 rounds of games they might be able to defeat their city rivals.

And Manchester City is waiting for this opportunity.

There is another way to deal with the iron bucket formation, which is to seize the opponent's quick counterattack to turn it into a positional battle, quickly steal the ball and advance, and launch an attack when the defense line is stretched.

It is similar to using your own flaws to lure the other party into revealing their flaws.

The risk is high, but so are the rewards.

Pogba dribbled the ball out of his own half, David Sean entangled Augustus, De Bruyne successfully intercepted the ball and quickly passed it to Sane on the left. Sane dribbled the ball all the way and passed it to the back post near the baseline. Batistuta passed it to Aguero in front of the goal. Aguero had Smalling on his back and could not turn around, so he passed the ball back to Batistuta.

Batty shot the ball directly without stopping——

【The ball went in!! A miracle really happened! Manchester City won the game in the last minute! They won the Premier League title 1 games in advance! From the moment De Bruyne intercepted the ball in the backcourt, it was like flowing water! If you only look at the real-time passing route captured by the electronic device, you would think Manchester City was playing 6D pinball! Guardiola's tiki-taka tactics gave us a perfect visual feast! 】

Batistuta was in a closed state, thinking that the kick just now should have been better.

Yes, the shot was not very accurate, the force was not strong, and there was no change of direction. It was too ordinary, so ordinary that it was not even worth calling it a lore shot. It was a relief that De Gea was able to save it.

"It's in! Batty! The ball is in!"

It was not until Aguero pressed down on Batistuta like a cannonball that his consciousness was instantly pulled back to the field.

"In?" he heard himself ask.

"Yes! It went in!" Sane also rushed over, his shaggy hair swaying in front of Batistuta's eyes, "You won the game, Batistuta!"

"Are you kidding?" Batty asked again, "I clearly kicked the ball like shit."

"Yes! Your shitty shot went in!" Aguero shook Batistuta's shoulders vigorously. "We won! Six rounds in advance, breaking the record, we won!"

Even Kompany ran over from the backcourt, put his hands through Batistuta's armpits, and lifted him up like the high priest in "The Lion King" lifting the newborn future king.

“We are the defending champions!”

“We are Manchester City!!”

“We are the Premier League champions for the second consecutive year!!!”

[beep——]
As the referee blew the whistle to end the game, Manchester City was officially crowned as the Premier League champions, winning the championship in a record-breaking 33 rounds, worthy of being the strongest firepower in Europe.

The moment the whistle was blown, Manchester City's bench could no longer hold back and rushed into the field.

And the audience in the stands are the same. They have hesitated for too long under the shadow of their mortal enemy and can finally vent it all!

Nearly 6 people poured into the stadium, but Batty only saw one person in the crowd.

Their midfield general, Kevin De Bruyne, who rushed over the moment he scored but was squeezed to the periphery and has not found a chance to hug Batistuta until now.

"Kevin! Here, Kevin!" Batistuta squeezed through the crowd and ran towards De Bruyne, then jumped on him the moment the other opened his arms. "We won! Did you see that? Home! Derby! We are the champions!"

There can be many champions, but there is only one person in front of you.

"Yeah, I saw it." De Bruyne looked up at Batistuta in his arms. His blue eyes were still sparkling even in the light. He raised the corners of his mouth and took advantage of the chaos to give Batistuta a light kiss on the corner of his mouth.

No, it was so quick and light, almost like he brushed the corner of Barty's mouth with his lips, as fleeting as fireworks in the night sky, it wasn't a kiss at all.

Yes, kissing in the middle of a stadium with tens of thousands of people only exists in fantasy.

No top league player has dared to do this publicly. However -

Who is Batty?

The most rebellious, flamboyant, frivolous and unscrupulous player in football today.

"Oh Kevin, I admire your courage and fall in love with your kiss." Batty expressed his thoughts in a strange chant. He reached out and held De Bruyne's face, then raised an incomparable smile, "You deserve a reward, my warrior."

De Bruyne was stunned for another moment.

"Barty you——"

The next second, Batistuta grabbed the Manchester City flag from the fan next to him and wrapped it around the two of them, just like when he was a child and whispered to his good playmates under the covers.

The light dimmed and all of De Bruyne's questions were swallowed up by Batistuta's lips.

Looking at those eyes that seemed to be shining with stars, the Belgian could no longer suppress the strong emotions bursting out of his chest. He parted Batistuta's lips and turned to the offensive.

Around them were the cheers of tens of thousands of fans celebrating, and they kissed in the middle, as if they were in nothingness.

I don't know how long it was before Batistuta let go of De Bruyne, panting. They couldn't go on any further. There was a team flag in the middle of the field to block the kiss, but if other parts of the court rose up, they couldn't cover it.

"Kevin, I really—"

Before Batistuta could finish his words, he suddenly felt his body lighten, De Bruyne's face became farther away in his sight, and the blue and white team flag fell to the ground.

"What?!"

Batistuta turned around and found a group of Manchester City fanatic fans wearing blue fluffy wigs on their heads. They cheered and put a special cloak on Batistuta, then placed an exquisite crown on his head, lifted him up and let him sit on a 'carriage' made of several people's arms and shoulders.

"Make way! The King is coming!"

"Make way for the champion!"

“This is our belief!”

Batistuta opened his mouth, but before he could say anything he felt the royal treatment. Everyone dispersed on both sides of the team to make way for Batistuta and his wayward carriage. And starting from someone, the fans on both sides started to get serious, and some bowed to Batistuta as if he really was the king.

"Here you go!" Someone stuffed a freshly opened blue smoke stick into Batistuta's hand, and the entire Etihad was shrouded in Manchester City's blue.

All the languages ​​in the world become pale here.

It cannot be described, it can only be felt with the heart.

This is a feast just for the fans.

This is the charm of football.

"Charge!" Batistuta also cooperated and raised the smoke stick like the Statue of Liberty raising the torch, "We are Manchester City! We are..."

Everyone said in unison: "Champion!"

……

"Blue Moon" rang out over the Etihad Stadium and the entire stadium sang along. After exhausting their last bit of physical strength, Manchester City players returned to the locker room one after another.

You can't lean against the door at this time, because everyone who passes by will slap your butt. As for whether it will hurt you, it depends on your luck. Some people are gentle, while others are wild.

For example, Lucas is a wild type.

Batty only had his back to him for two seconds before he was in trouble.

"You're a fucking genius! We are the champions, Barty!"

Lucas didn't just slap it hard, he grabbed it twice, and Batty swore his bottom turned red.

"Don't think of going crazy because of winning the championship!" Batty clenched his fists and made crackling sounds. "Hand over your two pieces of bread! I'll let you taste the feeling of being kneaded!"

"Come on! If you can catch me, I'll let you pinch me!" Lucas laughed and ran towards the locker room, with Batistuta chasing closely behind him. The two ran in circles in Manchester City's arc-shaped locker room.

Kyle Walker raised his elbow and nudged Stones: "Look, how much like Tom and Jerry."

Stones followed Batistuta's eyes and smiled involuntarily. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of De Bruyne sitting there, and some memories awakened, making his smile disappear instantly.

Ugh……

Stones shook his head. Something was different.

……

Three days later, just one day before the second leg of the Champions League match between Manchester City and Manchester United, the other two groups finished, and the results were shocking.

罗马3-0逆转巴萨取胜，利物浦3-1淘汰拜仁晋级，而皇马也没能维持住胜利，1-3输给尤文，但两回合总比分4-3惊险晋级半决赛。

Liverpool's reversal of Bayern was understandable, after all, Bayern suffered from injuries in the second half of this season, but Barcelona's 3-0 elimination by Roma was beyond everyone's expectations.

Many people are worried about Manchester City, saying that consecutive battles against Manchester United will make them underestimate their opponents.

Of course, Manchester City did not give them this opportunity. In the second leg at the weekend, they easily won 1-0 and advanced to the semi-finals with a total score of 4-0.

"A lot of people have said this, but I still want to say, you shouldn't have left." Batistuta made a video call to Neymar while lying in bed. "Paris fell in the round of 16, and Barcelona let Roma reverse the result. It was a double-lose outcome."

Neymar pursed his lips and declined to comment.

"Congratulations," he said. "I hope you win the trophy this year."

"Of course I will win." Batty poked the screen. "Then come on, I can allow you to touch the trophy and kiss it, but only one kiss."

Neymar curled up the corners of his mouth.

"talk later."

……

The Champions League draw will be completed in two days, and Manchester City’s semi-final opponent is——

Rome.

(End of this chapter)