[Football] Bad Boy Batty

Many players who score goals with overhead kicks are unable to witness their goals in the first place, and Batistuta was no exception. He knew the ball had gone in, but after falling to the grass he still quickly got up and looked towards the goal.

Mignolet was frustratingly fishing the ball out of the net.

3-1.

Everyone knows that the outcome of this game is already decided.

The kick-off from the center circle was no longer that important. After more than ten seconds of play, the referee blew the whistle to end the game.

[The game is over! The champion of the 2017-18 UEFA Champions League is Manchester City! ]

"We win, we win!! We did it!!"

"we are the champion!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

At that moment, everyone on the Manchester City bench howled and rushed into the field. Some people cried, hugging everyone around them with tears of happiness and hoarse voices. In the face of such an exciting celebration, any language is pale.

The first Champions League trophy in the team's history! They really made history! !
Guardiola knelt on the ground with his head in his hands, as if he couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes. This was the first time he had won the Champions League since leaving Barcelona in 2012! He was leading a team that belonged to him, a team that he had built and created!

"We did it!"

The Catalan couldn't help sobbing, his eyes were red, he supported himself on the ground with his arms and buried his face in them, as if no one would see his tears and wet sleeves.

"Have you ever seen him like this?" Arteta, who had just finished celebrating, nudged the fitness coach next to him with his elbow. This guy has known Guardiola for almost 20 years and has worked together since Barcelona. "He is so excited about four trophies. Was he the same when he won six championships?"

Lorenzo touched his beard and said, "Maybe, I don't remember." He talked vaguely about the past. Guardiola had already stood up and was looking for Batistuta.

"Pep really likes that kid, really, really likes him," he said. "I've never met a player that he's willing to worry about so much."

"Um--Messi?"

"No, not even Messi."

Batistuta and Messi are different. They cannot be compared, at least in Guardiola's eyes. This question is even more ridiculous to him than who to save first if his wife and mother fall into the water at the same time.

Watching his long-time friend hugging and celebrating with everyone, Lorenz patted Arteta on the shoulder and said, "Don't think too much, just enjoy the present. In a few months, we won't be the quadruple champions anymore."

Arteta did not react immediately.

"Why not?"

Lorenzo laughed.

"We'll have three more trophies by then!" he said. "And then, England will have another record broken!" (An English team can win a maximum of seven trophies, with Manchester United's best record being four in 08)
"That's right." Arteta laughed and celebrated together.

……

Before someone rushed over and covered his face with tears, snot and sweat, Batistuta ran to his own fan section. He didn't have time to celebrate his overhead kick.

What kind of celebration?

Imitating the classic celebrations of winning championships in history?

Jump for a while?
No, none of it feels right.

At this moment, Batistuta's brain was filled with a large amount of dopamine, his heart was pounding, his adrenaline was surging, and his ears were full of shouts. He accurately captured an old man with white hair and a Manchester City flag in the stands with tears streaming down his face.

The first Big Ear Cup in the team's history! How can we not be moved!
Suddenly, Batistuta realized that he didn't need any celebration to make people remember him, because he was already engraved on the trophy in everyone's heart.

Seeing the little king running towards them, all Manchester City fans stood up and shouted his name. When they shouted it for the third time, they raised their hands, and everyone, whether acquaintances or strangers, held hands.

【we are the champion! 】

【We are——Manchester City!!】

Batty passed the reporters and security guards on the sidelines. He wanted to step over the billboard, but when he put his hand on it, he suddenly changed his mind. The billboard was about 13 centimeters thick, enough for a person to stand on.

He passed through the guardrail and came to the stands. The fans went crazy. They pounced on him like zombies, trying to touch Batistuta. Batistuta's bodyguards took action. They blocked him on both sides, clearing a path for Batistuta like Moses parting the sea.

"What does he want to do?" some fans were puzzled.

No one could answer him.

Everyone watched Batti come to the white-haired old man. The noise was so loud that they could only hear what Batti said to the old man, and the old man excitedly gave him a kiss of blessing on the forehead.

"He's doing this... for a flag?"

Yes, that's it.

Batistuta returned to the billboard with the team flag that the old man had worn for 40 years. He flipped back to the court. At this time, half of the team came over. Like the fans, they had no idea what was going on in Batistuta's little head.

Lucas wanted to move forward, but Batty raised his hand to stop him.

"Two minutes," Batty said. "Give me two minutes."

He loves being in the spotlight.

He enjoyed being worshipped like the statue on Monte Cristo.

So, he wants to -

De Bruyne saw through Batistuta's thoughts. He pushed Lucas aside and came to the boy's side, then stretched out his hand to signal the other party to hold his hand.

Batistuta looked at De Bruyne's arm raised in the air, hesitated, gently put his hand on it, then turned around and stood resolutely on the billboard.

There was a moment of silence in the stands, followed by a huge cheer.

Batistuta held up the team flag that was twice his age, then pinched the two corners to unfold the entire flag. The white flag had turned slightly yellow, and the blue circular team logo in the middle had faded a little and swayed like the waves with Batistuta's movements.

"I said I'm here to lead Manchester City to win the championship!"

"I did it!"

"You guys! Did you see that?!"

……

"I saw someone say he is the little king of Manchester City before, and I was quite disdainful. Now I see, they are right." Kyle Walker was standing in the back with his arms folded and his head tilted up. The back of his figure on the billboard not far away looked particularly dazzling even without the sunlight.

"Yeah." Stones nodded next to him, "Who said it wasn't?"

……

After coming down from the billboard, before he could stand firmly, Batti was pulled into someone's arms.

It felt like being hugged by a bear, he thought.

But bears don't wear cologne.

"I knew you could do it!" Guardiola hugged Batistuta's face and kissed him hard a few times, then he pulled away and looked Batistuta up and down with an expression of admiration, "You will always exceed my imagination, Batistuta, you will definitely achieve extraordinary success in the future, starting from this Champions League, you will create your own dynasty, I swear!"

Batty smiled, patted the head coach on the back, and responded with pride:

“I know.”

……

While the players were celebrating, the organizers set up a podium on the field. The presidents of the two clubs and UEFA officials stood on the top. After the handshake, they would put medals around the necks of each player. The podium and trophy were also ready. "Hey Batistuta, do you think that's the real trophy? The one that's been used for decades? Do we have a chance to lift the real trophy?"

"We'll take a group photo holding the trophy later. Have you thought about the poses?"

"Oh my god! I can't believe it's only been four months since I came to Manchester City."

"I have a great idea, do you want to join me?"

"BatiBati, why are you ignoring me?"

"Ah! There's a little bug behind your ear. Oh no, I was mistaken. It's a mole."

So annoying!
Batty frowned fiercely. Why didn't he realize that Lucas had a hidden chatterbox nature before?

At this moment, Lucas changed to a new way to harass Batty. He put his hands on Batty's shoulders and jumped left and right like Tigger. In the process, he kept poking his body with his fingers to test his reaction.

"Why are you silent now that you won the championship?" Lucas pretended to be heartbroken and said in a pinched voice: "Good Barty, please pay attention to me~"

Ahhhhh!
How disgusting!

Batty couldn't stand it anymore! He turned around and pinched Lucas' mouth before he could react!
"If you bother me again, I will beat you up! Do you hear me, bastard?" He said viciously, "I promise you will be the one who touches the trophy in the end, I'm not kidding!"

Lucas lowered his eyelids in grievance, and then continued to pretend: "I just want you to talk to me. This is my first time to receive an award."

Me too! Everyone here!

Except for Guardiola, everyone won the Champions League for the first time!

Batty roared inwardly.

Then, he took a deep breath, maintained his calm appearance, and patted De Bruyne's shoulder in front of him, indicating to change positions.

De Bruyne certainly agreed, and if possible, he would do his best to prevent Batistuta from contacting certain guys who have ideas about him, such as the Frenchman who used stupidity to package himself and thought he could fool everyone but actually couldn't.

"Look at you, you're ignoring me again." Lucas had just finished thinking of a sentence in his mind, "When I first came, you called me baby and dear, but now it's not new to me, you call me a bastard-"

The moment he looked up and met De Bruyne's eyes, the French defender hadn't finished the second half of his sentence.

"Why don't you say anything?" De Bruyne gave him a 'kind' smile, "Bati, what do you call you now?"

Lucas:…

Lucas: Tsk.

……

UEFA President Ceferin handed the Big Ear Cup to Kompany. This silver trophy weighs 24 pounds. The tassels on both sides have been changed to completely blue. Behind the podium stands a board with a huge Manchester City logo printed on it, and behind it are more than a dozen stage lights surrounding it.

From today, they will officially become the 23rd team to win the Champions League trophy!
"Everyone! Are you ready?" Kompany couldn't hide his joy. He held the base of the trophy with both hands, "3, 2, 1——"

With the sound of fireworks 'bang', the sky was filled with blue sequins, the Manchester City captain held up the trophy high, and everyone cheered! !
"The champion is - Manchester City!"

"Manchester City is the champion!"

……

As the omnipotent little king, Batistuta got the right to lift the trophy after the captain (although he was a troublemaker, he was the youngest and many people still treated him as a child). He kissed the trophy as devoutly as he kissed his lover, and then raised it above his head.

Suddenly, music sounded at the scene. It was the "Hey Ma" at the opening, but it was changed to the Spanish version.

This is somewhat against the rules and has never happened in previous Champions League finals.

"Maybe there's something wrong with the broadcast control console." The staff on the scene explained, "Don't worry, we're working on it."

A song suddenly started playing while I was receiving the award, which might not be a bad thing for some people.

then--

The Brazilian gang represented by Batistuta turned the podium into a large-scale disco scene.

The Champions League trophy was handed to De Bruyne, and where no one could see (he thought), he put his lips on the place where Batistuta had just kissed him.

Most of the people at the back were jumping and celebrating with their arms around each other. Batistuta was sandwiched in the middle. De Bruyne moved away and took a photo with Batistuta behind him holding the trophy.

The trophy is there with you.

very nice.

……

The real trophy cannot be taken away. After the celebration, Manchester City returned to the locker room with their replica trophy, and it was Batistuta who escorted the trophy.

"Why is it always him who gets to be with the trophy?" Sterling complained sweetly as he watched Batistuta reconcile with Lucas and play around with the trophy on his head.

"We beat Liverpool 3-1, Batistuta scored two goals." Aguero patted Sterling on the shoulder and joked: "He will definitely sleep with the trophy tonight. If you beg him, he may give you half of his bed."

"I know there would be no trophy without Batty," Sterling said. "I just said that."

……

Aguero was right, Batistuta really intended to sleep with the trophy.

But before he could decide whether to take the trophy with him when he took a bath that night, he saw a familiar figure around the corner of the locker room door.

The man was not tall. He wore sunglasses and a baseball cap, a loose jacket and hip-hop casual pants, and had four or five chains hanging around his neck.

He stretched out his tattooed hand and waved, "Hello, Champion. I'm here to look for someone. Have you seen a boy named Batty? He's about this tall, with light hair and blue eyes. He's very pretty."

Batty opened his eyes wide and couldn't help but let out a short scream.

His body subconsciously wanted to rush over and climb the tree, but with the trophy in his hand, he had no way of jumping onto the person.

How to do?
I can't hug you if I hold the trophy, and if I hug you I have to put the trophy down.

After a stalemate of 5 seconds, Batty decided to walk up to the person with the trophy. He reached out to take off the other person's sunglasses, looked at the pair of green amber eyes underneath, and tilted his head to kiss the trophy.

"I thought you weren't coming, Ney," he said. "Want to kiss (the trophy)?"

Neymar smiled with his eyes curved.

"Okay."

But what Batistuta didn't expect was that Neymar had no intention of taking the trophy in his hand.

"Why, are you so lazy that you need me to hold you—"

The next second, Neymar reached out and grabbed Batistuta's collar and made him lower his head. The trophy perfectly blocked the curious sight of others. Then he put his baseball cap on Batistuta's head to close the distance and quickly kissed Batistuta on the lips.

Just like stamping, hard but not deep.

Batty blinked, used his free hand to twist the corner of his mouth, raised his eyebrows and asked silently.

"Thank you for your hospitality." Neymar smiled and took two steps back. "It tastes great."

(End of this chapter)