[Football] Bad Boy Batty

Batistuta's goal gave great encouragement to the players on the field. Everything became smooth, as if a small stone blocking a water pipe was finally removed. Brazil's strong attack officially began from this moment on.

In the 73rd minute, Brazil attacked from the left, Batistuta drew the attention of three defensive players at the back post, and Costa Rica made consecutive mistakes.

First, there was a problem with the pass between the full-back and the center back, and the clearance was directly given to Neymar's feet. Neymar dribbled the ball along his ribs, and the center back tried to make up for his mistake by knocking Neymar down to clear the ball back to the midfield, but his feet were unexpectedly weak, and he fell to the ground and tackled without even touching Neymar. Navas chose to attack, but Neymar got there before him and poked the ball back to the middle with his toes, and Firmino scored into the empty goal!
Brazil 2-0 Costa Rica!
"Pretty!"

"This is Brazil! This is samba football!!"

"Keep going, boys!"

The fans in the stands went crazy. They waved the Brazilian flag and finally vented all the emotions that had been pent up for nearly 70 minutes.

Firmino was also extremely excited after scoring the goal. He used the flirty celebration moves he had when he was in Liverpool. He ran to the sidelines with his head shaking, and smiled as the chief dental safety and health ambassador to the camera on the sidelines. He then pulled Batistuta and Neymar to do a few frog jumps to celebrate.

"No one can stop us!" Tite waved his arms on the sidelines and continued to stir up everyone's emotions. "Hold on! Any little detail may change the final result! Come on!"

A goal is always the best catalyst.

Five minutes later, Brazil's attack started again, this time connecting the two flanks.

Batistuta took the ball from the right and advanced. Five Costa Rican defenders rushed forward to grab the ball, but the division of labor seemed unclear, which gave Batistuta an opportunity to take advantage. Seeing that the defense's center of gravity had completely shifted, he calmly dribbled the ball through the crotch, then opened up space, made a high pass, and accurately found Neymar on the left.

[Good! Brazil's offense is getting smoother and smoother! ]

After stopping the ball, Neymar dribbled it, shook off the defensive player in front of him and prepared to shoot. In a hurry, Gonzalez pulled Neymar's jersey and knocked him down. The referee stopped the game and then pointed to the penalty spot.

"Well done!" Neymar snatched the ball from the Costa Rican and held it in his arms, and said to Batistuta who came over, "Do you want this?"

"You are the one who will give the penalty? How come I don't know." Batty teased, he shook his head, "You come, this is originally-"

Before he could finish his words, the situation on the field seemed to change. The Costa Rican players were very emotional. During the ten seconds when Neymar and Batistuta were talking, they surrounded the referee. In order to make a fair judgment, the referee chose to go to the sidelines to watch the VAR video replay in person.

"What's so good about this?" Batty complained, waving his hands. "That pulling motion couldn't be more obvious. It's a complete waste of time."

Neymar didn't say anything, he looked at the referee.

About half a minute later, the French referee ran back to the field and asked Neymar for the match ball.

"No penalty." The referee gestured and gave the ball to Navas, signaling the other team to take a goal kick. "The game continues."

A penalty was awarded and then cancelled. This is the first time in this World Cup.

"What? Why was it cancelled?" Batistuta widened his eyes in disbelief, but because Navas kicked the ball with a long foot, he had to run back to his position to assist in defense.

Costa Rica tried to break through the middle, but Casemiro predicted the opponent's passing route in advance and kicked the ball directly, allowing Brazil to regain possession of the ball.

Seeing that the situation had stabilized, the Brazilian team finally had the opportunity to ask the referee about the penalty kick. Neymar went to negotiate in person, but the result was not ideal. When Batistuta ran over, he only saw Neymar's helpless smile.

"Forget it, Batistuta, we're still ahead." Neymar thought Batistuta was going to argue with the referee, so he reached out to stop him, "Don't cause trouble."

Batty touched his nose and nodded unexpectedly obediently.

The game was coming to an end and they were leading by 2 goals. The pressure was not that great and they were naturally more relaxed.

but--

That was a penalty.

Batistuta smiled, patted Neymar's pan-fried hair, and ran back to the left.

Wait and see, he thought, if the pull just now doesn’t count, then he’ll make one that counts. He must get a (penalty kick) in this game today.

……

The opportunity came earlier than Batistuta expected.

In the 79th minute, Costa Rica made the first substitution, followed by Brazil. Tite replaced Firmino with Jesus, and Fernandinho replaced Casemiro, which was exactly what Batistuta wanted.

Jesus and Fernandinho are both his Manchester City teammates. They are very familiar with his activities on the field and can cooperate with him more easily.

So one minute later, Fernandinho intercepted the ball in the midfield and launched an attack from the left. Jesus retreated to receive the ball, and Batistuta cooperated with him through the wall and successfully dribbled the ball to the front of the penalty area.

Then he imitated Neymar's dribbling routine, dribbling the ball in place first, then starting instantly, and walking in front of the defender. It would have been better if there could have been some physical contact in the process. No defender could stand this slightly provocative behavior.

Sure enough, Acosta took the bait.

In fact, this opportunity was not particularly good. Costa Rica's defense was in place, Navas was also closely watching in front of the goal, and Batistuta was not sure he could complete a high-quality shot.

But Ascota got carried away and knocked Batistuta down from behind.

[beep——]
The whistle blew and Batty fell to the ground.

He was hit hard and felt pain from his calf to his back, but fortunately it was a minor injury. And just as he was holding his leg and 'howling in pain', he saw with his own eyes the referee pointing to the penalty spot again, and this time, the Costa Rican players had nothing to say.

"You shouldn't do this, Batistuta." Neymar reached out and pulled him up from the ground, then looked over in condemnation, "This is dangerous, you are betting your career!"

Batty shrugged his nose indifferently.

"You talk too much nonsense." He pushed Neymar to the penalty spot and said, "You won this, go and take the penalty. Don't miss it, or you won't be able to go back to your room tonight and will have to sleep in the corridor."

Neymar looked over in surprise: "You don't want it?"

"If you score one more goal, you will surpass Romario, go for it," said Batistuta.

Neymar took half a second to realize that Batistuta was talking about the Brazilian historical scorer list. He now has 55 goals, the same as the lone wolf. If he scores one more goal, he will surpass the opponent and become the third in team history.

This is really——

Neymar felt an indescribable emotion in his heart.

How many players think about their teammates' records on the court? Especially world-class players like Batty, who are young and have more potential to break new records?

"Don't just stand there, go ahead." Batty raised his chin to signal.

Neymar nodded, wiped the football clean with his jersey, and kissed it devoutly before putting it on the penalty spot.

He won't let him down.

Run-up, pause, deceive the goalkeeper, and shoot!
[The ball went in! In the 80th minute, Neymar scored a penalty kick and Brazil led 3-0! ]

After scoring the goal, Neymar ran backwards to the sidelines, and amid the celebrations of many teammates, he opened his arms to Batistuta, who ran over and jumped on him with a smile.

Although the boy's height brought some resistance to their celebration on the tree, it was not a big problem and Neymar quickly steadied himself.

"Well, I made a pretty good free throw, didn't I?"

"Well, very good!" Batistuta smiled and hugged Neymar's face and kissed his nose. "Congratulations, you don't have to sleep in the corridor tonight!"

……

In the 86th minute, Costa Rica took advantage of the Brazilian full-back's failure to return to defense in time and scored a goal, but it was of no avail. The score was 3-1 with less than 10 minutes left. Judging from the current situation that they could not even get out of the penalty area, it was impossible for Costa Rica to break through the Brazilian team's goal.

At the end of the game, #BrazilTeam went crazy and became a hot topic, and just 3 minutes later in injury time, they scored another goal.

Marquinhos' through ball tore through Costa Rica's defense. After Batistuta successfully made an offside move, he quickly advanced to the wing with the ball and passed it back near the baseline. Neymar jumped up at the back post and used his calf to knock the ball into the goal guarded by Navas.

4-1!

Costa Rica’s last hope was shattered!

However, just as Batistuta wanted to run off to celebrate, Neymar ran to the sidelines beyond everyone's expectations. He found a broadcast camera, aimed at the camera, and lifted his jersey towards the Brazilian fans in the stands.

"What are you-"

I saw that there was a layer of cloth under his blue away jersey, which was a white vest, and on the end of the vest, he wrote a line of words with a black marker.

[Bati, you're a little bastard! But I love you! ]

Neymar bit the hem of his jersey with his teeth to fix it, waved his hands to cheer the Brazilian fans, and then turned around to show his teammates who came to celebrate. Batistuta swore that he had never had his hair touched by so many teammates in a game.

So, in front of all the fans, he "beat" Neymar for 20 seconds until the referee asked them to kick off.

"They have such a good relationship!" a Brazilian boy in the stands exclaimed, "When I go back and score a goal, I will also play with my brothers like this!"

Behind him, several girls hugged each other, their eyes full of pink hearts.

"Aa ...
"I declare! This is our new national CP!"

……

At the end of the game, Brazil won again 4-1. After two rounds of games, they had 6 points and 7 goals difference, and advanced to the next round in advance.

At the same time, Batistuta's "God's Butt" was made into a meme and began to spread all over the world. When he returned to the hotel, took a shower and wiped his hair, he found that his butt had been photoshopped into various places.

For example, on the trampoline, the child who stepped on his butt was ejected from the earth, or he was placed next to a patient wearing a neck brace, and the poor guy sprained his neck again in order to take a look at his butt.

"Tsk, boring." Batty rolled his eyes and threw the phone away, then walked to the mirror and turned his head to observe, "It's not that perky at all, you know what, Ney, my Manchester City teammate Raheem Sterling has a really perky butt."

Neymar didn't answer. He was sitting by the window, his face as black as a coal lump.

A video is playing on his phone, uploaded by a famous porn star on a certain website. He is wearing a Brazilian jersey with Batistuta's number and his matching underwear to attract people to subscribe to his channel and unlock more explosive content.

"What are you looking at?" Batty walked over and asked.

Neymar quickly turned his phone upside down on the table: "Nothing."

"Did Bruna contact you again?"

"That's not the case."

Just when Neymar wanted to say something to change the subject, he looked up and saw that Batistuta's pajamas were not belted, and the scenery below could be vaguely seen through the gap in the middle.

hiss--

It is this kind of half-concealment that is the most fatal.

But Batistuta seemed to know nothing about this. He walked over and took out a new pair of underwear from the suitcase next to Neymar and put them on. The underwear was still white, but the red lips on it were replaced with a rubber duck.

He smoothed his hair and said, "Go take a shower. We agreed to play games later. Don't—"

"Changed."

Batty was stunned: "What?"

Neymar looked up.

"Change it," he said. "Something less conspicuous."

It took Batistuta a while to realize what Neymar was referring to. It was simply too much. No one could control what kind of clothes he wore, not even his mother.

But Neymar...

Batty thought about it and didn't refute with any overly radical words, "What's wrong with the little yellow duck? Why do you hate it so much?" he said.

"I don't hate it, I just want you to change it to a different color." Neymar said naturally, "For example, pure black, which can cover the belly button, and preferably the one that reaches above the knees."

Batty looked over in disbelief: "You are crazy!"

"Of course not, don't you also find it boring that people talk about your butt?" Neymar shrugged. "Where is the pair of pants I gave you? Take it out and put it on, so that there won't be so much trouble if someone pulls your shorts down next time."

No, that would make it more popular.

Batty rolled his eyes at the ceiling.

"It's just that my shorts were taken off. It's no big deal. Haven't you been stripped before?" He crossed his arms and said, "And your pants are ugly. I didn't throw them into the trash can because they were a gift from you. You still want me to bring them to Russia?"

Neymar smiled: "Of course I know you won't take it."

Batty narrowed his eyes, he keenly sensed a sense of crisis.

"So?" he asked.

"So--" Neymar slowly stood up and walked to his suitcase, then took out the black jumpsuit from it, "I'll bring it for you."

Batty: “…”

Batty turned and ran.

"You want me to wear this? No, I won't!" He raised his voice and ran to the door, "You are trampling on my aesthetic taste! You should control your overflowing jealousy instead of taking it out on me!"

"Jealous? No, I'm not jealous." Neymar said, throwing the slippers over. "What am I jealous of? Envious of the whole world seeing your butt? No, I'm not."

Batistuta, who was wearing an unbuttoned bathrobe, obviously couldn't outrun Neymar. Less than 1 meter away from the door, Neymar grabbed his bathrobe and the two rolled on the ground.

"Put it on. It will be good for you."

"Go away!"

"Just think of it as something for me, and wear it, okay?"

"I won't do it! Not for anyone! It's too ugly - hold it away!"

During the scramble, there was a "swish" sound, and both of them stopped what they were doing at the same time.

Neymar picked up his trousers and looked at them against the light. There was a tear between the left and right legs.

Well, this location.

Very subtle.

Batistuta, who had just been pressed to the ground, was hesitant to speak. After a long time, he pursed his lips and looked at Neymar.

"Actually, it's not that ugly." He shrugged and said, "It's not bad as a hobby."

Neymar said nothing.

Batty lifted his leg and touched his stomach: "Do you still want me to wear it?"

Neymar remained silent.

About half a minute later, he nodded.

"Put on."

……

"Why haven't they come yet? Wasn't it them who suggested playing CS:GO?" Edson fiddled with his headphones impatiently while sitting on the gaming chair. He stood up and said, "No, I'll go see them and see what's going on."

Marcelo glanced at Casemiro, who shook his eyebrows at him and made a "you know" expression. Marcelo understood, curled his lips, and pulled Ederson back to the chair.

"Don't worry about them, let's play first." He called Casemiro to log in, "Has Batistuta ever told you that Casemiro is the best player in the entire Brazilian national team?"

Half an hour later, they had finished several games before Neymar and Batistuta finally arrived.

"Sorry, there's something wrong with the shower," Batty said. "Did we miss something?"

Neymar sat next to him.

Marcelo glanced at them meaningfully.

"No," he said. "It was just the right time."

(End of this chapter)