[Football] Bad Boy Batty

Victory is always the strongest stimulant.

Even the last-minute buzzer-beater was so tempting. For Batistuta, it was like eating a candy called TOXIC MASTE, which tasted very sour at first but became sweet, even greasy, at the end.

In short, Batty is fine again.

My mood is like the sky after a snowstorm, exceptionally clear.

On the way back to the hotel, he hardly sat in his seat for even a full minute. He stood in the aisle, clapping and singing in the carriage the whole time.

"Seven goals, Batistuta, you're going to win the Golden Boot!" Ederson said excitedly while clapping his tambourine behind him. "One more goal and you can tie Ronaldo's single-session record of eight goals!"

"Who the hell cares about the Golden Boot? We are going to play in the final, Eddie! The final!" Batty turned and climbed the tree. He hugged Ederson's neck and gave him a loud kiss on the face.

"Hey! Why did he get the kiss!" Alves said in the front, "I played the full 90 minutes! At least 1/4 of your winning goal was my contribution, why didn't I get it!"

"What are you thinking, you big sieve? If there is no Machi to fill your position, we will never wait for the final goal." Marcelo shook his shaggy hair and joked, "Ignore him, Batistuta, there are many people here who deserve your kiss more than him, such as-"

For example, Neymar gave you a perfect assist.

The Real Madrid defender showed a barely perceptible smile, looking forward to sweet interaction between the two children.

However, Batistuta seemed not to understand the meaning of Marcelo's words. He jumped off Ederson, first gave Alves a kiss, then gave Marquinhos a kiss, and finally held Marcelo's face and gave him one.

"Don't worry." The boy smiled playfully, "Everyone has one."

Yes, everyone got a kiss from their goal scorer, from the starters to the substitutes, from the coach to the physiotherapist, even Tite.

Only one is missing.

When Batistuta rushed forward to kiss Marquinhos, Neymar thought it was okay, as he was the second contributor to the assist and he must stay until the end.

The most important thing is usually at the end, isn't it?

Neymar felt relieved and watched Batistuta play with a smile.

After Batistuta kissed the entire team from front to back, he sat up straight in his seat. In order not to appear too eager, he didn't even let his eyes stay on Batistuta for too long.

Neymar thought, now it's his turn.

But no!
He watched the little bastard pass by him as if he didn't see him! That's not all. Under his incredulous gaze, the little bastard grabbed the tambourine on the seat, turned around and continued to sing their classic song with the team ("Brasil Ole Ole", a very exciting song)

Neymar was stunned.

As the bus passed the speed bump, a roll of tape fell from the luggage rack above and hit Neymar on the head. Neymar subconsciously held his head and screamed, but everyone in the car was celebrating and few people noticed him.

The Paris star made a few low nasal sounds, crossed his arms in anger and looked towards the window.

He felt like a fool.

Really, he is not as vain as people say, nor does he cling to being the center of attention. It is true that he likes the hustle and bustle and enjoys the love of fans, but sometimes all he wants is that specific little bit of attention.

Just like now.

Everyone in the car can ignore him and not care about him. They can cheer for Batistuta's winning goal and sing for him. All of this is fine. He will not have any negative emotions at all.

Batty also enjoyed the feeling of being bathed in love, and he knew it well.

What Neymar wants is simple.

When everyone was crazy about Batistuta, he hoped that Batistuta could look at him across the crowd. It was that simple. He was not afraid of Batistuta taking away his "throne" as people said. If Batistuta wanted, he would do his best to help him reach the top.

After all, Batty is so talented and only 19 years old.

Perhaps this feeling is not so pure. From a competitive point of view, Batistuta is the perfect inheritor of the beautiful Samba football. It is no exaggeration to say that Batistuta will benefit Brazilian football in the next 20 years. From a personal point of view, Neymar believes that he can be said to be intoxicated by everything about Batistuta.

He has an innocent face, a wild body, a frivolous and unbridled personality... It's like smoking. At first, you just want to take a puff to try it, but once you start, you can't stop until you are completely unable to extricate yourself.

Batistuta is the king of the next generation of Brazilian players, so he is willing to do it.

And in return, he just wanted to stay in his sight.

Is this request too much?
Neymar looked at the scenery along the way outside the car window, and felt more and more upset. As for what happened today, he fought hard throughout the game like everyone else and even provided assists, but in the end he didn't even get a kiss.

What a little bastard.

Neymar thought angrily and depressed that when he returned to the hotel, he would go back to his room immediately and lock the door. He would not open the door and let him in until Batistuta realized his mistake and apologized to him (preferably with some practical actions).

Otherwise, just sleep in the corridor like he once threatened him!
Neymar was thinking in his mind that he had just reached the halfway point of his journey and he had already planned his revenge to the most enjoyable step, such as playing a relaxing and enjoyable game. He only had to lie down and Batistuta would move the whole time and feed him fruits or something.

Where Neymar couldn't see, Batistuta secretly glanced at him several times. After making sure that the other party was sulking, he raised the corner of his mouth into a smirk, indicating that his prank was successful.

Sometimes you just have to give someone the cold shoulder for a while before you get a more enthusiastic response.

At the same time, where neither Batistuta nor Neymar could see, Marcelo and Casemiro huddled together and smiled in unison.

Young people flirt in a different way.

so good.

……

But in the end, Neymar didn't lock the door to prevent Batistuta from entering. He broke his promise. After Batistuta left him pudding and cupcakes, he forgot all the dark and ambiguous plans he had thought of on the bus.

This did not bring him any extra benefits. Batistuta threw a small party and invited the whole team to their room to revel. In the end, it lasted until the early morning, and it was only when Tite came out that the party was dispersed. Batistuta and Neymar, who were exhausted, did not even go to bed. They tangled their hands and feet together and slept on the carpet until dawn.

Don't think they are so depraved.

Many years ago, before a World Cup final, the Brazilian team had a night of prostitution at the hotel where they were staying, with all the Brazilian players and many coaches participating. Of course, they didn't win that tournament, but due to the closed media at that time, this incident was not widely reported until a few years later, when a hooker who participated in the carnival told the truth.

In comparison, throwing a small party is nothing.

The second day's training was mainly focused on relaxation and recovery. The final opponent had not yet been determined, and the team was relaxed. Some people even made bets on whether France or Britain would win in the end.

After dinner, Tite took them to review the problems that occurred in the semi-final. It ended at around 7:. Neymar took Batistuta to swim, and then returned to the room and repeated the fight in the swimming pool in the bathtub.

Batistuta left the bathroom first, while Neymar was still inside fixing his hair. When he finally finished fixing the mess on his head and came out of the bathroom, the England national anthem had already ended.

"What about the others?" Neymar asked.

"Went to Markie's room." Batty said, he was leaning against the head of the bed with his chin supported, looking lazy.

"Didn't we agree to watch it here?" Neymar adjusted the elastic band of his shorts. "Why did you change it suddenly? Did something happen?"

"No, I told them I have something to talk to you about, very serious." Batistuta patted the place beside him, then raised his mouth to Neymar, "You know, as long as you tell them that this involves a transfer, they will run faster than a mouse."

Neymar was stunned.

"So you lied to them."

"uh-huh."

"why?"

"Because I can do that." Batistuta said arrogantly, and then looked at Neymar with a bit of blame, "And - I want to try a new way."

New gameplay?
Neymar's mind was moved, but soon, he thought of the final that would come in three days, and finally put the idea back.

Neymar cleared his throat and sat next to Batistuta: "I agree with your idea, but now is a special period, I think we'd better be patient."

"Proper sex is good for physical and mental health." Batty replied with a wink, "And I know we are going to play in the final, otherwise why do you think I said it was a 'new way of playing'."

Neymar hesitated for a while, and the opening whistle sounded on the screen. He decided to listen to what Batistuta said before making any plans.

"How new is your way of playing?" he asked slowly.

"It's not that new." Barty turned around and took out a brand new bottle of lotion from the drawer. It said [transparent type], "But I promise it will be fun, and - you don't need to wear a safety mask."

Neymar: !!!

"You mean-"

Batty rolled his eyes at him. "You need to maintain your strength, avoid getting hurt, use a lot of lotion, and don't need those little cubes. So many factors combined together, of course it's a non-invasive behavior. What are you thinking about? Are you an idiot?"

Hearing this, Neymar felt a little regretful, but before he could say anything, Batistuta directly opened the cap of the lotion and poured half of it on his legs. Only then did Neymar realize that he was wearing their away game socks.

"Qiaolin sent it to me. She said that wearing socks can stimulate vision, so it will be more enjoyable when doing it with the absolute domain." Batistuta raised his leg and hooked his finger at Neymar, whose brain was about to shut down. "What are you waiting for? Come here."

Absolute field and socks.

This is a very normal combination on the court, but now it becomes **.

"This is indeed a very new way of doing things." Neymar swallowed, trying his best to maintain his sanity. "But this will hurt you. I mean, after the end, the friction and impact will make you very painful."

"So I got a new big bottle of lotion." Batty rolled his eyes at him again in condemnation. "You're so long-winded. Are you coming or not?"

come or not?
How could this not come?

Would he still be a normal person if he didn't come?

Neymar threw the thing called "reason" in his head into the trash can. After a pause, he suddenly grabbed Batistuta's ankle and dragged him in front of him.

Batty gave a brief exclamation, then reached out and hooked up his socks.

'Snapped! '

Even though there was a football game on TV, the sound was still obvious.

"You go first this time, and when you're done it'll be my turn, but I don't want your legs. I like the tattoos on your hands better than these. Deal?"

Neymar looked at him for a few seconds.

"make a deal."

……

When England's Harry Kane scored the go-ahead goal, the commentator's voice broke with excitement, and his shout scared Neymar so much that he spilled ice cream on Batistuta.

"Sorry." Neymar took out a tissue and handed it over.

Batty took the tissue, threw it away, and twisted the ice cream on his chin with his thumb, licking the corner of his mouth very slowly.

"You lasted almost 40 minutes. You're pretty good." He moved his legs, raised his upper body slightly after feeling the change, and reached out to pinch him. "Kane will thank you. You're the only one in the world who celebrates his goal in this way."

Neymar was a little embarrassed. He reached out to take the remote control and tried to turn off the TV, but Batistuta stopped him. Not only did he stop him from turning off the TV, he also turned up the volume.

"Be professional, dear. We are professional players. Flirting can't make us stop watching the game." Batty joked and leaned back on the pillow. After shaking his legs easily, he squeezed the other person.

"Hiss—" Neymar pressed his knee, "Stop it."

"I'm not making a fuss. I'm watching the game." Batty looked up and continued to tease him. "Now England is leading 1-0. Who do you think will win?"

"Really? You really want to bring this up at a time like this?" Neymar pinched his calf gently.

"Of course, if not now, when should I mention it? After you fall asleep?" Batty raised an eyebrow at him. "To be honest, you were moving as slowly as a snail just now. What a romantic way to play, it made you feel as boring as missionary (a sex position)."

"Boring?" Neymar narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"Isn't it? I thought--" Batty only finished half of his sentence.

He was caught.

Neymar looked at him and smiled.

Batty blinked and looked up: "What are you doing?"

"You said you liked the tattoo on my hand." Neymar replied in a serious tone, "Isn't it good for me to let you experience it in advance?"

Tsk.

"You fouled me, my friend." Batty chuckled and pinched his face childishly. "If I were the referee, I would definitely send you off."

"Okay." Neymar asked him to curl up his legs, "Then come on, send me off."

……

It was a fun way to play, but the result was that neither of them saw who the winner was, and when Barty spilled his ice cream, they fell asleep soon after.

It was not until the next morning when they got up in a mess that they saw that England, which had scored first the night before, was eliminated by France after France scored two goals in 15 minutes.

"I thought England would be stronger this year." Batistuta commented while leaning back in his chair. His shaky calves showed his good mood. "It's not bad to play against France."

Tite clicked the ballpoint pen several times, and the "click-click" sound was particularly obvious in the empty conference room: "Don't underestimate your opponent, Batistuta, I think every coach should have emphasized this."

Batty shrugged.

Of course he attaches great importance to the final. He knows that France is very strong this year. Lucas is there, and so is Kante, who is known as "71% of the earth's surface is covered by water, and the rest is covered by him."

There is also Varane, who is the main defender of Real Madrid. Although Real Madrid did not perform very well last season and was suppressed by their arch-rivals in the league and the King's Cup, they still cannot be underestimated.

Griezmann is also a focus, as well as Pogba. Mourinho has to thank him for Manchester United's second-place finish in the league last season.

and--

"France's wingers are very strong, and the cooperation between the wingers and the middle is also very smooth. If we let them speed through the midfield, it will be difficult for us to intercept them." Tite said, and he changed a slide. "We all saw the performance of this player in the World Cup. He is on the right. Correspondingly, our left side will have a heavy task. Neymar, this side is handed over to you. You have to rely on offense to suppress their defense."

Neymar nodded.

Judging from their performance in the World Cup alone, some people have made great progress.

Batistuta looked at the replay of the match between France and Argentina on the projection screen, and the picture froze on the French team's No. 7 who was running out of the shadow.

Hello Kylian Mbappé, what a coincidence, we meet again.

A hint of fighting spirit flashed in the boy's eyes.

Let's see who will have the last laugh this time.

(End of this chapter)