[Football] Bad Boy Batty

6月25日, 随着波兰0-3负于哥伦比亚成为本届世界杯上首支被淘汰的欧洲球队，世界杯小组赛第二轮全部战罢，包括巴西, 共7支球队确定提前出线。

在巴西第二场4-1赢球的晚些时候，比利时5-2大胜突尼斯，3天后，英格兰6-1大胜巴拿马。

So, during the World Cup, news appears faster than you can imagine.

Brazil's position on the hot search was quickly pushed down. England striker Harry Kane became the second player after Cristiano Ronaldo to score a hat trick in this World Cup with two penalties and a lucky deflected goal. He currently leads the scorer list with 5 goals.

In the scorer list, Batistuta and Neymar tied for third place, both with three goals. In second place was Cristiano Ronaldo, who had four goals.

In addition, what has also attracted much attention is the situation in Group C. Nigeria defeated Iceland 2-0, and Argentina has a glimmer of hope for a comeback. The final round of the group stage against Nigeria will be a life-and-death battle.

In Group F, Germany defeated Sweden 2-1 thanks to Kroos' winning goal. Germany has the same points and goal difference as Sweden, and is barely ranked second in the group due to the number of yellow cards. They can only hope to advance if they win the final match against South Korea.

Compared to those teams that have to depend on other teams and are going through difficult times, Brazil is much more relaxed. In the final match against Serbia, in order to allow the main players to get enough rest, Tite replaced the lineup with all substitutes. Batistuta and Neymar put on substitute vests and sat on the bench, chatting and paying attention to the situation on the field.

"It's incredible that Argentina is alive again." Batty held his face with his hands in boredom and tapped his fingers. "But even if they can beat Nigeria and qualify from the group, they may not be able to get through to France."

Neymar looked over and said: "Do you believe in France so much?"

"Of course, you can tell what Argentina's results are and what France's results are by looking at the group stage," Batistuta replied.

"It looks like it, but I hope Argentina wins," Neymar said.

Batistuta raised his eyebrows: "Why, do you miss Messi?"

"What? No, I don't miss Leo, I want to play Argentina in the final." Neymar was surprised at first, then waved his hand quickly, "Leo is my friend, and we are more familiar with Argentina than other teams, right? If our opponent in the final is them, we will have a greater chance of winning."

Tsk, why explain so much?

"Whether you miss him or not is none of my business. I don't care." Batistuta raised his chin with a disdainful look in his eyes. "I want to play for France more."

"France? Because of Augustus who fell in love with you at first sight?"

"It's none of his business, he's just a lunatic." Batty rolled his eyes, "Luki is in France, I can go and comfort him quickly when he loses."

"--When he loses, the first thing you should do is come and celebrate with us." Neymar retorted unhappily, "And 'Luki'? What kind of nickname is that?"

Batty deliberately didn't answer and focused on the situation on the court.

Neymar pouted, reached out and patted Batistuta's knee, then moved up and unexpectedly pinched his thigh. "You did it on purpose." He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

"If I did it on purpose, I would say Kevin." Batistuta swung his legs to get Neymar's hands off, but like a muscle patch, they were firmly stuck to his legs. Batistuta simply grabbed Neymar's hands and played with his fingers. "But then again, Germany beat Sweden, which is what we should be happy about, right?"

Neymar's attention was briefly drawn away. "What?"

"I'm talking about Germany." Batty held his palm and pinched his fingertips with his other hand. "If Germany beats South Korea, they will qualify as the second in the group and will face us in the round of 2."

Neymar, who was coaxed into holding hands, was stunned.

"Yeah, I know," he said.

"Are you afraid?" Batty asked.

"Why are you afraid?" Neymar asked, "Germany may still be eliminated. If Sweden beats Mexico a few more times, even if they beat South Korea, they may not be able to win on goal difference."

Well, it is possible.

But Batistuta didn't ask that. He wanted to know what impact the 4-7 victory four years ago had on Neymar. After all, that World Cup is an indelible shadow for many Brazilians, and Neymar at the time had to sit in a wheelchair and watch his team lose the game.

"I just want to say that if we really meet Germany-" Batistuta pulled Neymar's hand in front of him and touched him with his leg, "then let's play together this year and make up for the game you didn't play four years ago."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Brazilian team scored a goal.

Paulinho made a wonderful long shot from the edge of the penalty area, helping Brazil break the deadlock and lead Serbia 1-0.

The whole stadium was cheering loudly, and the main players on the Brazilian bench also stood up and cheered. When the voices were at their loudest, Neymar turned his head and said something to Batistuta, as if responding to what he had just said, but Batistuta only saw his lips moving.

"What did you say?" Batty asked, leaning closer.

Neymar smiled, and the moment he sat back in his seat, he took the initiative, pulled Batistuta's hand towards him, covered it with his training jacket, and quietly intertwined their fingers.

"No big deal," he said. "We'll get the sixth star."

……

Soon the game was over. With Paulinho's long shot and William's penalty, Brazil defeated Serbia 2-0. In the 60th minute of the game, Tite even replaced the third goalkeeper to let him feel the atmosphere of the World Cup.

Having qualified without any loss in the group stage and with a 9-goal difference, Brazil is already the favorite to win the championship.

And after successfully advancing to the round of 16, what are the top players of the favorites doing?

They played games in the hotel's garden.

This game is very common in the training of each team. An initial position and an end position are selected, and everyone stands in a line at the initial position. They kick the ball in the direction of the key point in order to see whose ball finally stops closest to the key line.

To put it simply, it's a game of who has better control of the ball.

Neymar, Marcelo and the others were playing, but Batistuta didn't join in because he had a more difficult matter to deal with.

Just yesterday, someone launched a vote on Twitter to speculate about his sexual orientation. This was originally a very boring thing. Even the person who initiated the vote said that he had never seen a football player like Batistuta who loved nightclubs but had no scandals, so he initiated the vote. He did not expect so many people to participate.

Yes, as of today, 300 million people have participated in the vote. Moreover, the majority of people guessed that Batistuta would be single or double.

"Can't you just leave it alone?" Batty complained to the other end of the phone, "It's so boring. These people are not just watching the game. Why do they care whether I like men or women?"

"Because they are human, and humans are naturally fond of gossip." Lucy answered gently. As Batty's godfather's financial advisor and butler, he usually helped Batty deal with these matters.

"You can ignore it, but I have to remind you that people not only like gossip, but are also curious about the unknown." Lucy added, "If you always keep it mysterious, it will attract more people to dig out the truth, and I guess that's the situation you least want to see, right?"

Batty muttered irritably.

"Then give them some so-called truth." He said, "Expose some photos. I often dance with girls in nightclubs. This will definitely not be difficult for you."

"Yes, but there's another problem." Lucy replied elegantly, "It's too obvious and too deliberate. The vote came out just after the photo was released. I can only say that conspiracy theorists make up the majority of the world."

("Bati, are you okay? We've played for several rounds!")
"I'm coming!" Batty raised his voice and said to the other party. Then he returned to the phone. He had completely lost his patience with the voting. "It's all up to you, Lucy. It doesn't matter how you do it. I don't want to see it appear on the trending search again. As for the rest, we can talk about it after the World Cup."

Without giving the other party a chance to refuse, Batty hung up the phone, threw the phone in the towel on the chair, and walked towards his teammates.

Far away on the other side of the ocean, the black-haired devil raised his eyebrows and looked at the man who was leisurely eating grapes on the sofa.

"Your godson is more irritable than you, my dear Dudu," he said, waving his cell phone.

"Of course." Edmundo raised his lips and glanced at him quickly, then his eyes returned to the TV, where the replay of the match between Brazil and Costa Rica was playing. "That's my baby boy."

……

"Who won?" Batty walked over and asked, holding the ball.

"Me!" Marcelo jumped up excitedly and said, "After three rounds, no one has come closer than me!"

"Have you solved your problem?" Neymar asked hesitantly. Speaking of this, Batistuta was annoying. He rolled his eyes and waved his hand and replied, "Anyway, leave it to my godfather. I don't care. Nothing is more important than the World Cup."

Neymar nodded. He knew that Batistuta's sexual orientation had aroused suspicion, and he felt guilty about it for no reason, as if they were together and he was putting all the pressure on him.

"Don't talk about this, let's get started." Batty bounced the ball a few times and got into position, then raised his index finger to Marcelo, "Wait and see, I will beat you!"

Marcelo folded his arms in obvious disbelief.

"I've been waiting for you, Batistuta." The Real Madrid defender scratched his nose proudly. "I've been playing this since you were in the youth training. No one can beat me on the Real Madrid training ground!"

"Does Ronaldo agree with what you said?" Batistuta joked.

Then he measured the distance and kicked the ball with the arch of his foot, but unfortunately, it was half a meter beyond the finish line.

Marcelo laughed wildly with his hands on his hips, and Batistuta curled his lips.

"Come again!"

However, as Marcelo said, in the next four rounds, Batistuta could never reach the level of being right on the line, and what made him even more unhappy was that Neymar was closer to the finish line than him in three rounds.

Batty's bad temper is still very obvious in some small things.

So in the last competition, he let Neymar kick first, and then after Neymar's ball stopped, he kicked his own ball in the direction of that ball, and the two balls rolled together to the farthest place.

"Hey!" Neymar looked at Batistuta, "You wicked fellow, are you dragging me down with you when you can't win?"

"Sorry, I missed the kick." Batty shrugged, looking like a rogue.

'I just want to fuck you, what can you do to me?'

Neymar narrowed his eyes, then clenched his fists and rushed towards Batistuta. "I said I was going to beat you up during the game that day, just stand there and don't move! I'll also let you taste the feeling of my beating!"

"Only a fool would stand there and let you hit him!" Batty made a face at him, then turned and ran.

Marcelo looked at the two of them making a mess and revealed that mysterious smile again. Then he took out his mobile phone to take a picture of the scene and posted it on IG, with the caption: Sweet moment in the game.

at this time--

"Quick! Come and see! It's the last 5 minutes!" Loach waved his hand and ran into the garden. "Just now, 30 seconds ago, Germany let South Korea tie the game at 1-1!"

"what?!"

Batistuta slammed on the brakes to a stop, but Neymar behind him didn't brake and rushed forward. He hugged Batistuta's waist, staggered and turned around for a long time, but finally couldn't hold on, and the two fell to the ground.

"Loach, what did you say?" Batty got up from the ground and looked over in disbelief, "Germany let South Korea equalize?"

The black boy nodded frantically: "That's why I asked you to go and see!"

After hearing what Loach said, a large group of people in the garden finally reacted. They pulled each other into the house and gathered around the big screen. Batistuta was anxious and pulled Neymar to the front.

It has entered the injury time, with 3 minutes left, Germany 1-1 South Korea. If the score remains at this level, both teams will go home after the game.

Some people are happy, like Alves.

"Great!" he shouted, "These Germans are finally finished! They died because of their own arrogance!"

Some people are also disappointed, such as Batistuta.

"I thought I could get revenge." He pouted, put his hand on Neymar's shoulder and leaned most of his weight on him, "Is this really the curse of defending champions?"

Neymar stroked his hair as a comfort.

With one minute left, Germany got a corner kick. A green figure appeared in front of the South Korean goal. It was the German goalkeeper. Neuer also came up.

"No more, no more."

Batistuta pulled Neymar and turned to leave. The next second after he turned around -

【Lore! Kimmich! Lore!! Neuer headed the ball to the first point, Thomas Muller assisted, and Kimmich made a shocking long shot! Germany 2-1 South Korea!!】

"WTF?!" Batty turned his head suddenly and aimed the camera at the German players. Kimmich, the scorer, was surrounded by them. Oh my god, he heard it right. Germany really turned the game around. "Won? They won? What about the other game, how did Mexico and Sweden do?"

A group of people began to investigate in a hurry.

"It's over! It's over over there too!" Loach was the fastest. He waved his live-streaming phone at everyone, "3-0, Sweden beat Mexico 3-0!!"

Batty was a little dazed.

By this calculation, Sweden won 2 games and has 6 points, Mexico won 2 games and has 6 points, and Germany also won 2 games and has 6 points.

That depends on the goal difference.

"What was the score in the last game?"

“How many goals does Germany have now?”

"What about Mexico?"

The room was filled with such questions. Batty counted on his fingers for a long time. At the end, he raised his head slightly and looked forward.

"Germany has 1 goal difference, Mexico has 0 goal difference. Germany is 1, Mexico is 0." He repeated it several times in a trance, and then the vague voice in his ear stopped abruptly, "We are going to play Germany!!"

The whole room fell silent in an instant.

It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone's heartbeat was unusually loud.

"We are going to kick Germany? We are going to kick Germany!!"

The room erupted in cheers. Batistuta pulled Neymar to the table, picked up the fork next to him and pointed it at the TV screen.

"Battle of revenge! Guys!" he preached loudly, "Let's teach those arrogant Germans a lesson! Return the humiliation to them intact!!"

“Ohhhhhhhh!!”

"Come on!"

"Give them some color!"

Neymar shouted with everyone else, feeling the warmth of Batistuta's palm on the back of his hand, he felt like his heart was about to burst out of his chest.

He seemed to have never felt his own heartbeat so vividly.

Maybe the night of the Camp Nou miracle and the day of the Olympic victory can be compared with now, but -

Whatever the outcome, Neymar thought, he would treasure this day forever.

(End of this chapter)