[Football] Bad Boy Batty

"Honestly, why are you here?" Batistuta handed the trophy to Kompany and went to the stairwell to chat with Neymar, avoiding the reporters. "I thought you were preparing for the World Cup. Tite said that you should train before going to Russia."

"Yes, training." Neymar took off Batistuta's cap. His goal had been achieved, so this prop was of no use. "We are training in England."

"how do you know?"

"The coach told me," Neymar shrugged. "He's still struggling with the last few spots. When the roster is announced in two days, he'll tell everyone to go to England."

"So you know you're on the roster."

Neymar didn't answer, but the look in his eyes told Batistuta that he had asked a stupid question.

Batty licked his dry lower lip and rolled his eyes: "This is Austria. I don't know when Austria was colonized by Britain."

"I came to see you." Neymar hit a straight ball, "I said I would see you lift the trophy with my own eyes, and I happened to go back to England with you, so I wouldn't miss anything."

Batty looked at him for half a minute, then suddenly went up to him and gave him a hug.

"You are much more honest now than before." He whispered in Neymar's ear, "I like this, keep it up."

Neymar hugged him back, and the boy smelled like grass and dirt, like victory.

"I've booked a hotel and a nightclub, are you coming?" he asked.

"I have to go to the celebration party first. We won four championships this season. Sheikh Mansour will also be there." Batistuta let go of Neymar and replied, "The party can't be without me. They won't open champagne or dance without me. You should have seen Kevin, the worst old man's dance steps, as if he just learned his limbs."

Neymar narrowed his eyes when he heard the name of a certain Belgian.

"You're trying to make me angry on purpose, aren't you?" He lowered his voice, "But this is the court, I can't do anything to you, you just want to see me get anxious, right?"

"Do I?" Batistuta blinked and went over to hug Neymar. "Wait for me. The party won't be past 3 o'clock. After that, we can go back to England together. Pep doesn't force this."

Neymar was still a little unhappy, but he reluctantly agreed, and felt relieved when he thought that he could take Batistuta away from that annoying white guy. They hugged each other for a while until the team was about to leave the stadium, and Batistuta went back to pack up at the urging of Loach.

At 7 o'clock in the evening, the hotel held a championship party, and Sheikh Mansour attended. The chairman originally wanted to decorate the scene as formally as the company's annual meeting, but after asking for advice from several players and coaching staff, they changed the style to a nightclub.

Batistuta was very excited. Although he didn't say it, he turned on the live broadcast after leaving the locker room and ending the interview, spreading his happiness to hundreds of thousands of netizens. It was also because of this that De Bruyne didn't find a chance to be alone with him.

Looking at Batistuta who was still jumping and celebrating in the live broadcast room, De Bruyne felt a little depressed.

What made him even more depressed was yet to come.

"Hey Kevin! Come on! Look who this is? Our midfield commander, with precise guidance. Without his pass, we would not have the trophy! No one loves him more than me." Batistuta held up his phone, hooked it around De Bruyne's neck, and gave him a big kiss on the face. "Say hello to my audience, Kevin, and say 'Oi'!"

Facing the camera, De Bruyne could only try his best to suppress his depression and respond with a smile.

The comments in the live broadcast room scrolled up. De Bruyne couldn't understand Portuguese and didn't know what those people were so excited about. His intuition told him that it was definitely not as simple as just because they won the championship.

'Maybe I should learn Portuguese systematically? ' he thought.

He and Batistuta usually communicate in English, and their native language appears in the process. After all, it is recognized that flirting in one's native language is a very sexy thing.

but--

De Bruyne still hopes to go deeper into Batistuta's world. Staying in the club alone is no longer enough to satisfy him, not to mention that there are new players coming this season.

As expected, Lucas suddenly broke in and stole De Bruyne's shot.

"Let me see who secretly started the live broadcast!" Lucas put his arms around Batistuta's neck from behind and made a victory gesture to the live camera. "As you can see, we are on the way to the party. There will be a crazier celebration later. Do you want to see me give him a champagne bath? If you want to, click 'si (agree)'!"

"Are you treating me like I don't exist, Luki? No one has ever successfully given me a champagne bath, no one!" Batty broke free, hooked his backhand around Lucas' neck, and then pinched his face hard.

The cheerful French defender became the locker room's funny guy in just half a season. De Bruyne also admitted that he quite liked this Frenchman who dared to fight hard on the court. If he didn't always stick to Batistuta and have ulterior motives, they would be good friends.

De Bruyne sat quietly in his seat, watching the excitement over there with a gloomy expression.

As for Lucas's purpose——

As a Spanish-speaking French man, he had no acquaintances when he first came to Manchester. David Silva had his own family and most of the coaching staff were busy with work. Batistuta was of similar age to him and they met at the World Youth Championship. Batistuta generously gave him an apartment as a transfer gift, so it made sense for him to always stick to him, right?

What bad intentions could a little puppy have?

And Batty.

Batty he doesn't care.

He will play with whoever he likes. Whether they will roll into bed is another matter. He just thinks it's nice to have a friend who can go crazy and make trouble with you, isn't it?

……

Just as Batistuta had expected, the party lasted until 5 a.m. and no one left sober. Even De Bruyne, who usually didn't get drunk at parties, had to be helped back to the room.

The hangover was terrible, but what was worse was that when I woke up with a splitting headache, I found that there was no one around me and Batty hadn't come back all night.

De Bruyne stood up and pressed his temple to calm down for a while, then he took out his almost dead cell phone from under the bed and called Batistuta, but there was no answer.

So he looked through Batty's social media accounts and read every one of them.

#The celebration party ends here, let’s start with a new party!
[Picture-Bati's selfie] [Picture-Bati and DJ's photo] [Picture-Bati and the bartender's photo]

#Guess who’s coming?
[Photo - Neymar with a hat and sunglasses] [Photo - Batistuta and Neymar taking photos at night] [Photo - A cocktail with two straws on the table]

Sure enough, he followed Neymar.

De Bruyne flipped the pages and saw photos of Batistuta at the celebration party, including a lot of photos of Lucas, Ederson, B Silva, and even Guardiola dancing, but there was very little content related to him.

To express his dissatisfaction, De Bruyne liked every one of Batistuta's IG posts last night, including those of Neymar.

Normally he wouldn't do this, De Bruyne thought to himself, if Batty noticed his abnormality and called him back to ask, he wouldn't be angry with the little bastard, but if Batty didn't notice...

Humph.

At this time, Guardiola called.

It seems that he also knew that Batti did not return to the hotel at night.

"I told you he would break your heart, but you didn't believe me." Guardiola's voice was a little hoarse, probably because he was still drunk. "You are teammates and colleagues in the club. No one will win if you break up."

De Bruyne got out of bed and washed up. He looked at himself in the mirror and suddenly smiled.

"Who told you we would break up, Pep? I know he likes to play, it's no big deal," he said. "You always think I'm fragile, you're wrong, I'm not the kind of crazy boyfriend who wants to tie the other person to his side 24 hours a day. Batistuta is only 19 years old, it's normal."

No, Kevin, it's abnormal that you can say so much to refute me, Guardiola thought with a headache.

"I hope you can think clearly and not bring bad influence to the team." The Catalan sighed and said, "Well, I have a way to annoy that little bastard who ran out to play. Do you want to come?"

De Bruyne raised his eyebrows.

"What can I do?"...

Later that day, Batistuta was lying on Neymar's stomach and checking his phone. He had just told Guardiola that he would not go back with them when a new message of "special concern" popped up in the notification bar.

De Bruyne posted a photo on Instagram. Batistuta glanced at Neymar and when he saw that the other party was not paying attention, he quietly opened it to check.

In the photo, the Belgian is lying on the bed and smiling at the camera. Next to him, where Batistuta originally sat, is the Champions League trophy.

Caption: The first person in the team to spend the night with the trophy (fireworks) (applause)
Batistuta was so angry that he jumped up from Neymar.

"WTF!!"

……

Three days after they returned to Manchester, the float parade started on time at 3 a.m. The four-time champion tied the domestic record. Manchester City fans went crazy. At least until the next Champions League champion is born, they can look up at the fans of other teams with their noses up.

Many Manchester United fans refused to take to the streets on this day, but when the float passed by, they couldn't help but take a few glances. After all, the last time the Champions League trophy appeared in Manchester was nearly 10 years ago.

Manchester City players and coaching staff were divided into four cars, each with a trophy. Leading the way was the head coach and his team, who carried the Premier League trophy, while Batistuta was in the second car and got the Big Ear Cup.

"I thought Neymar came with you in makeup. Where is he now? Is he at your house?" Aguero pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head and asked while waving to the fans below.

"He thought so, but I didn't agree." Batty replied. This year, someone still fed him a snack bucket. He took out a few French fries and threw them into his mouth. "Besides, he was too tired last night. I called him to get up this morning, but he didn't wake up at all."

Too, too tired.

Aguero blushed when he heard this.

"We are in a public place, Batistuta!" The Argentine striker waved his hands, "There are children below, don't make such dirty jokes!"

Batty raised an eyebrow: "Is playing games all night a recreational activity of NC-17?"

Oh, it turned out to be playing games.

Aguero breathed a sigh of relief.

"My bad." He smiled sheepishly, "I thought you were--"

"Barty! Come on, take a picture for me, I thought of a cool pose!"

At this time, Lucas ran over with his rising tone, just interrupting the second half of Aguero's sentence, and they both looked over.

"I want to take a picture with the trophy on!" Lucas threw the camera into Batty's arms without hesitation, regardless of whether he was still holding the snack bucket. "I assure you that no one has ever taken a picture like this before!"

Batty was intrigued by this statement. He put down the snack bucket and waved the camera: "How do you want to take pictures wearing the trophy--"

Before he could finish, Lucas snatched the trophy from De Bruyne, put it upside down on his head, and gave Batistuta two thumbs up.

Yes, Lucas put the Champions League trophy upside down on his head.

It looks like a triangular head version of the Champions League trophy.

Doesn't look very smart.

Batty: ?
Aguero: …

"Hurry up, have you taken the photo?" Lucas' muffled voice came from the trophy, "This trophy is so heavy, and it smells so bad inside. I can't breathe."

Batistuta took several deep breaths, but finally couldn't help holding his stomach and laughing with Aguero. The fans below who saw this scene couldn't help but point at Lucas and laugh.

Even De Bruyne, who was still angry and waiting for Batistuta to apologize, was amused.

Of course, Batty finally took a photo of Lucas as requested. Lucas strongly recommended that he try it on. Batty was very grateful for his kindness, but still refused him.

'If Neymar was here he might want to try,' Batistuta thought.

When I think of Neymar, I think of the Brazilian team and the World Cup.

"If I win the World Cup again this year, will the Ballon d'Or and FIFA World Player of the Year be mine?" Batistuta asked briskly after taking the Big Ears Trophy off Lucas' head. "I'm really tired of seeing Messi and Ronaldo monopolizing the awards."

Aguero looked over in surprise and De Bruyne also nodded.

"I didn't know you cared about this," Aguero asked.

Batty raised his chin and said, "I don't care, but not caring doesn't mean I can't think about it."

"Of course. We won four championships this season. If you win another World Cup, no one will be able to compete with you." Lucas laughed. "Maybe you can even break the record of the youngest player to win the Ballon d'Or and the World Footballer of the Year. Who holds these two records?"

"It's Ronaldo," De Bruyne said. "He won the World Footballer of the Year at the age of 20 and the Ballon d'Or at the age of 21."

"Woo, so if Batistuta wins the World Cup this year, he will break Ronaldo's record!" Lucas looked at Batistuta excitedly, his eyes shining, "Let's discuss something, dear Batistuta, if you are going to attend the award ceremony, can you take me with you?"

De Bruyne immediately looked over.

Everyone brings their family members, such as girlfriends, wives and children, to the award ceremony, so why do they bring you along?

Lucas remained unmoved and kept looking at Batty with expectant eyes.

The atmosphere on the float was a bit strange. Aguero forced a smile, took two steps back, and left the battlefield to his two teammates.

Batty just smiled and shrugged easily.

"Okay, if I'm in the top 10, I'll take you with me," he said. Before De Bruyne could get even more angry, Batistuta glanced over and said, "Kevin, you must go too. Have you decided who to take with you?"

De Bruyne was stunned.

Is Batty praising him for his good performance this season in disguise?

But before he could say anything, Batty said, "Why don't you take A-Kun with you and turn the award ceremony into a club team-building event?"

Aguero, who was about to leave the battlefield, stopped where he was.

"What do you think, Kun?"

Aguero: …

Barty you are such a little bastard! Don't drag me into this!

(End of this chapter)