[Football] Bad Boy Batty

【Warm-up match-Neymar returns, Batistuta scores, Brazil 2-0 Croatia】
[Five-star Brazil returns with a strong momentum, aiming for the World Cup]
[Legend: Brazil can't rely on Neymar alone to win, Tite should reuse Manchester City's trump card]
[World Cup beautiful buttocks coming - Brazilian supermodel shows love to new king, another nightclub celebrity? ]

Batistuta read the boring news on his phone, yawned, lowered the sunshade of the porthole beside him, leaned on Neymar's shoulder and closed his eyes. They were already halfway through the voyage and still had six hours to reach Moscow.

Today is June 6th, the day the team flew to Russia. A few days ago they played friendly matches against Croatia and Austria, and the results were very good.

"Do you want to lie down for a while?" Neymar put down the game console in his hand and asked, "The boss said there is a rest area at the back of the plane."

"I know." Batty answered with his eyes still closed, "I know what the inside of the plane sponsored by my godfather looks like."

"Uh-huh, thank the almighty Edmundo, do you want to go lie down for a while?"

"Why do I feel like you are mocking him?" Batistuta pinched Neymar's arm. "In addition to the plane, our hotel is also sponsored by him. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

"Oh, of course, thanks to the almighty Edmundo, we don't have to live in the warm and comfortable Sochi, and enjoy the beach and sunshine. The suburbs of Moscow are simply amazing." Neymar complained sarcastically, "I heard that the temperature there is only 5℃ at night. Don't get into my quilt every day then."

"Don't worry, I won't sleep with you even if you beg me." Batty yawned again and opened his eyes. "There's nothing wrong with Moscow. Sochi is in the south, and our competition venues are all in the north. If we are troubled by the climate, how can we talk about winning and six-star Brazil?"

Neymar grumbled a few words. This made sense, but he couldn't deny that he still wanted to go to the Brazilian resort hotel in Sochi. He had wanted to play beach soccer with Batistuta for a long time. Just think about it, in the sun, on the beach, when you are tired of playing soccer, you can sunbathe, and maybe even apply some essential oils or something.

But now, it's all just a fantasy.

"Okay, I'll keep my opinion, but I promise not to say anything wrong about your godfather anymore." Neymar smoothed Batistuta's hair. "Let's get back to the question just now. Do you want to lie down for a while?"

"No, I'm not sleepy, I'm just bored." Batty got up from him, "Do you have any good ideas to kill time? I don't want to watch the game video anymore. I will feel dizzy if I watch that on the plane."

"Maybe we can count our potential opponents?" Neymar joked.

"Are you serious? No, don't." Batty rejected the offer.

To be honest, calculating points and half-zone is more boring than reading gossip.

However, his resistance seemed a bit strange to Neymar.

"You don't want to mention Belgium?" The Paris star leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Based on the group, if we make it to the quarterfinals, our opponent is likely to be them."

Batty raised his eyebrows: "It seems that you are quite confident in Belgium."

"I'm just telling you, I'm not afraid of him. If we really meet, we will win," Neymar said. "Don't let him down or pass the ball to the opponent."

Batistuta waited politely for Neymar to finish speaking with a Mona Lisa smile, then gave him an elbow.

"It's not that you're not afraid of him, it's that we're not afraid of them." He said, "Now it's just Brazil and Belgium, there's no such thing as an individual. If I flirt with Kevin before the game, it must be a tactical need. You should not let down your guard and not get too personal."

"Who wants to flirt?" Marcelo in the back row took off his headphones and looked at Batistuta with interest. "Did you accept the supermodel's proposal?"

"Go away, he didn't promise anyone." Neymar pushed Marcelo's mop head and asked him to sit back in his seat. After a lot of arguing, he finally got over the topic of "flirting". He clapped his hands and returned to Batistuta. He leaned close to his ear and said in a lower voice: "My good suggestion for killing time is - do you want to play air combat?"

Batty was stunned.

Taking advantage of the few seconds when he was stunned, Neymar took out a small square from his pocket. Compared with the ordinary ones, this one was thicker.

"this is--"

"I ordered it online. It just arrived the day before yesterday. It's a stimulating vibrating model with spikes, longer and thicker." Neymar threw it to Batistuta. "How is it? Do you like it?"

shock?

Batty held the small cube up to his eyes and took a look.

【Vibration particle type】

……

"Really? Neymar is getting more and more difficult to deal with."

Marquinhos complained as he returned to his seat, where he sat with Thiago, just across the aisle from Marcelo.

"He was inside when I went to knock on the door. He was still there when I came back from the toilet, and he was yelling at me to go away," the Paris defender said indignantly. "Luckily this plane is big enough with four toilets, otherwise I would have lost my temper."

Thiago consoled him and the topic was dropped. Who knew Marcelo heard it clearly? He took off his blindfold and went to the front seat to take a look.

Batty wasn't there either.

Oh--

The Real Madrid star blinked and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

He seemed to have discovered an explosive secret.

……

Although I wasn't sleepy, it was impossible not to sleep after a 13-hour journey.

Batistuta and Neymar were sleeping soundly on the beds in the back. Of course, they tossed and turned for a long time before going to bed, and they only settled down when other teammates came over to sleep.

30 minutes in advance, Tite woke everyone up and announced the precautions.

"There will be a welcome ceremony prepared by the Russian authorities after we get off the plane. Please be careful and don't do anything inappropriate," he said. "To ensure the unity of the team, we will not have single rooms this time. We will be in groups of two to take care of each other."

The decision drew a wave of dissatisfaction.

"I know that the World Cup is a long and intense process, and it will be good for you to meet your family more often, so the hotel has set up a 'family living room' specifically for receiving relatives and friends. But it cannot be excessive, I want to emphasize discipline." Tite added, "Also, everyone must hand in their mobile phones before going to bed, and you must ensure the quality of sleep so that you have strength on the court." Tite is indeed the best candidate to coach the Brazilian team. He is courageous and orderly, but he will not be overly ruthless. The players are very close to him.

Batty didn't spend much time with him, but he liked him very much. Besides, the requests were reasonable, so he just complained a few words.

At the last moment on the plane, Tite announced the room arrangements, which were basically arranged according to their playing positions. As expected, Batistuta and Neymar shared the same room.

"What did you say before?" Batistuta put on his bag and raised his eyebrows at Neymar, saying with his eyes: "You don't want me to go to your bed, right? Remember what you said, I will never go."

'Oh, then I'll turn off the heating and see if you come. ' Neymar responded with the same look, 'Don't be so decisive. '

'Which of us is playing in the cold? I remember that the winter in England is colder than in France.'

'No, absolutely not, it's colder in France.'

'But we don't have a winter break and we have to play at Christmas, and there's no time of year that's colder than Christmas.'

'That's true, but you're still more sensitive to the cold than I am.'

Just when the two were arguing with their eyes and were about to develop into a physical fight, the plane landed and the head coach spoke again.

Tite: "No drinking 48 hours before the game, eat according to the rules, we brought a chef, don't go out and buy food you haven't seen before."

Tite: "Hand in your cell phone and return to your room at 11pm. No electronic games are allowed. You can go out for a walk after training, but make sure someone knows where you are going. You can't lose contact suddenly. If you have any questions, you can contact me or someone else."

Tite: "And most importantly, no prostitution! No prostitution!! No prostitution!!! Did I make myself clear?"

"understood."

……

After passing through customs and leaving the airport, there were Russian reception staff all the way. At 9 a.m. local time, the Brazilian team finally arrived at the hotel located in the suburbs of Moscow by bus.

It is completely different from the resort style they originally decided on, but equally luxurious. Edmundo and the people from the Football Association worked together to renovate it. The presidential suite on the top floor was turned into a physiotherapy room with sports equipment and medical equipment, where players can rest, recover, and exercise.

Edmundo himself was not present, which made Batty less interested in watching the Russian special program prepared by the hotel. When entering the room, each member of the team was given a doll with a cartoon image of himself.
"Put your things down first, take a break, visit the hotel, and find out where everything you want is." Tite arranged, "Gather at the training ground at 10 o'clock. We need to do a physical test first."

Loach also came along and he lived with the team's physiotherapists.

"Which floor are you on?" he asked, picking up Batty's suitcase.

"3rd floor." Batty said. His assistant was always willing to help him carry the boxes, unless there were special circumstances, Batty would always agree.

"You don't have to come, Loach. I heard from them that the coaching staff and physiotherapists have to go and check the tools, so you won't have much time. I'll do it here." Neymar stopped Loach, "Don't worry, I will take good care of Batistuta."

Loach was a little hesitant, while Batistuta gave Neymar a fake smile.

"I can take care of myself." He took the suitcase and tilted his head to Loach, saying, "Go ahead, pack your things first, and come find me later, or send me a message."

With Batty's permission, Loach nodded and went upstairs with his box.

After he left, Batistuta looked at Neymar and asked, "Why did you send him away? Do you have any shameful intentions?"

"I just want to spend more time alone with you." Neymar smiled, "Once we are settled, my father will bring our family over, and then we won't have time."

"The World Cup doesn't end until mid-July."

"I know, but we have to focus on the game after we start," Neymar said. "Except for the excitement after winning, I don't think we have a chance."

Then why do you carry so many [vibrating particle type] condoms?

The two of them each carried their suitcases upstairs. In the elevator, Batistuta looked at Neymar from the corner of his eye: "What's wrong with you lately, Ney? We are here to play in the World Cup, not for vacation."

"Really?" Neymar shrugged easily, "I told you the same thing last time, but you still took me to bed."

Barty rolled his eyes: "That's the World Junior Championship."

"It's the World Cup now, what's the difference?" Neymar spread his hands.

"The difference is that I can guarantee that we win the World Youth Championship, but not the World Cup." Batty took the room card from him and opened the door. "We can play something that makes people happy, but it can't affect the game. In other words - don't think about entering easily."

"Of course I know this." Neymar dragged the box in and threw it casually in the corner. "Believe me, I want the championship more than you do. We were very close to the top in the last World Cup. If Thiago and I hadn't played against Germany..."

"Well, this time we have a chance for revenge." Batistuta jumped onto the bed against the wall, lazily lay on the pillow and began to browse his phone. "If Germany advances as the second in the group, then we will - Oh porra caralho!!!"

Batistuta's words were interrupted in the middle, and he cursed out loud as if he had seen something terrifying. To be honest, Neymar had never heard him curse in this way.

When facing Portuguese-speaking players, porra caralho is definitely in the top three when it comes to irritating the opponent.

"What's wrong Batistuta?" Neymar asked with concern, "What did you see?"

Batistuta turned the phone over to show Neymar.

"Pele publicly said that he thinks Brazil will win the championship this year!" he said irritably, "Damn that crow's mouth! We are doomed this year!"

Neymar: …

(End of this chapter)