[Football] Bad Boy Batty

On the second day after Neymar officially announced his transfer, on the 9th, he reported to the locker room and joined the team training. In addition to his agent (also his father) being present, Manchester City also sent a cameraman to follow him throughout the whole process, recording the fun of his first training session.

At 7 o'clock in the morning, cameraman Anna rushed to Neymar's villa. To her surprise, Batistuta was also there, and his face was terribly sour. Neymar was a little anxious, as if he wanted to explain something to him, but Batistuta didn't listen. Loach was also there, and he firmly stood on the side of his boss.

This is--

Good friends had a fight?

Before Anna could react what was happening, she saw Neymar's father coming over with his sister. Neymar said something to his sister. His sister had a strange look on her face and greeted Batistuta with a chuckle. Loach responded to her, but Batistuta still had a sour face.

strangeness.

what is the problem?

Just when Anna's curiosity was about to explode, Neymar's father called them to get in the car and go to the club. Neymar didn't listen to his father and directly pulled Batistuta into Loach's car. Anna was a little hesitant, but Loach stuck his head out of the driver's seat and waved at her, so Anna also got in the car, still in the passenger seat.

She turned her head and pointed the camera at the back row. Batistuta still looked unhappy, and Neymar was about to explain, but when he saw the camera, he swallowed his words back.

"Well--" Ana decided to liven up the atmosphere, "What's the matter, Bati baby, I assume that you rushed to Neymar's house early in the morning to show him around the club instead of quarreling with him, right?"

Batty glanced at Anna and uttered a few nasal sounds of disdain: "It's not my fault."

"What's going on?" Ana asked, winking at Neymar. "This can't be the first day of training."

Neymar can understand simple English, but he can't speak it. He can only smile awkwardly at Ana. "I broke his phone." He explained with a few basic English words. Of course, this explanation didn't match the reality at all. "It's all my fault."

"Ha!" Barty laughed very loudly. "Do you really think it's your fault, or are you forced to say that because there are ladies here?"

He spoke in English and Anna understood it completely. She raised her eyebrows and looked back and forth between Neymar and Batistuta.

Neymar shut up, and after hesitating for half a minute, he smiled apologetically at Anna and closed the small door between the front and back rows. Just as Anna was stunned, Loach turned on the speakers very skillfully, and cheerful Portuguese songs filled the entire front row, so even if Anna wanted to eavesdrop, she couldn't.

"Oh, you've ruined my day." Anna complained sweetly to Loach, "God knows how much I want to hear gossip."

Loach smiled.

"Perhaps you'll find out in the future," he said, "but for now, let them solve it alone, between the two of them."

……

"I know you want to apologize, but no, I won't accept it." Batty crossed his arms and leaned against the car door, turning his head away with extreme arrogance.

"Don't be like that, Batty, I just think it's no big deal." Neymar said helplessly.

Barty turned around and glared at him. "So you don't want to apologize." Barty said as he sat up straight. "You suddenly pushed me into the bathroom and almost broke my forehead. I was so angry. You came in and wanted me to help you eat. How could such a good thing happen?"

Neymar wiped his nose unnaturally, then reached out to pull Batty's hand: "I didn't mean to push you in. It was my dad who suddenly showed up. You know, if we were exposed to him like this, he would have a heart attack."

"He's your dad! You know he'll suddenly break into your bedroom!" Batistuta slapped Neymar's hand away and rolled his eyes at him. "From now on I don't want to hear a single punctuation mark from you. Go away, or I'll beat you up!"

"I'm sorry, don't be angry Batty, I was a little excited, but you weren't hurt." Neymar showed his signature bright smile and tried to get away with it. "Besides, you didn't want to leave last night, and you felt great in the end, didn't you? At best, we are accomplices."

I don't know if his brain suddenly short-circuited or what, but Neymar suddenly used the lines from the short video he saw on IG yesterday. The moment he said this, he had a bad feeling, but deep down, he still had a glimmer of fantasy about Batistuta's reaction.

"What did you say!"

Batistuta didn't give him the chance to fantasize. The young man narrowed his eyes dangerously, causing Neymar's throat and other parts to tighten.

"Bati?" Neymar called his name hesitantly.

'Snapped! '

After once again slapping away Neymar's friendly hand, Batistuta could no longer bear it. He rushed over, grabbed Neymar's collar with his left hand and pressed him into the seat. He firmly fixed Neymar's chin with his right hand, forcing him to look up and look at him.

"Have I been too nice to you lately and made you forget how painful the beating you received before was?" Batty asked in a low voice, "Don't push your luck. Just because I allow you to be inside me doesn't mean I won't do it again. Do you understand?"

The boy interrogated him condescendingly. Well, let's use the word interrogation because Neymar couldn't find a more appropriate word to describe what he saw and felt.

Batty's tone was dangerous, and his blue eyes staring at him were full of rage, but unexpectedly, this did not make him feel that scared. These few seconds seemed to be frozen in time, and instead made him more deeply appreciate the fierce and gorgeous aura of Batty.

To be honest, Neymar simply loves this kind of publicity.

So he slowly raised his hand to hold Batistuta's waist, and stretched out his leg to destroy Batistuta's supporting leg. Batistuta was caught off guard and fell on Neymar while holding his collar. The boy looked over in astonishment. The atmosphere, which was originally filled with fighting factors, had a hint of ambiguity.

"Don't be angry, Batistuta. I know I was wrong." Neymar kissed the corner of his mouth. "I'll be at the training ground soon. It's our first club training!"

Batty didn't say anything. His brows were furrowed again, but he was no longer expressing anger like before.

"I'm a little, curious--" Batty stopped talking halfway.

"What?" Neymar asked.

Batistuta looked at Neymar, suddenly reached out and pinched both of his cheeks, then turned his face left and right as if examining him.

Neymar curled his eyes and pouted like a goldfish: "Hey Batistuta, what do you want to do--"

Batty: "How could I let a nasty person like you fuck me?"

Ouch——

This is a bit much.

Neymar's smile disappeared from his face.

Batistuta didn't care about that. Seeing that he was satisfied with the other party's reaction, he hummed twice, sat up completely from Neymar, crossed his legs, put his hands in his pockets, turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window.

Then, until Loach drove the car into the underground garage of Manchester City Club, Batistuta didn't say another word to Neymar.

After getting off the car, Anna was even more confused when she saw Batistuta walking away without saying a word and Neymar closing the car door in frustration.

"Did you expect this?" she asked Loach with her eyes.

Loach shrugged.

"That's Batty," he said. "You get used to it."

……

Barty's anger continued until the warm-up and circle-grabbing training ended and the group competition began.

In the warm-up after running, there are several sections that require two people to work together. For example, lateral stride + sprint. This action requires two players to face each other and hold hands. Usually, players in the same position are together, forwards and forwards, defenders and defenders.

Everyone thought that Batistuta would team up with Neymar, but no, Batistuta coldly rejected Neymar's invitation to hold hands with him, turned around, held De Bruyne's hand and started training immediately.

No one thought of this, including De Bruyne himself.

The camera crew on the sidelines were stunned, and some reporters from regular newspapers and fans didn't understand what was going on. When they came happily to participate in the first training session (open training) of new signing Neymar, they did not expect to see an angry Batistuta.

"Isn't it said that Batistuta was the biggest driving force behind Neymar's transfer?" A fan nudged his friend with his elbow. "I don't see how close they are at all."

"I don't know, maybe they had a fight." My friend was also puzzled, "But it's not a big deal. I saw online that they often quarrel. Maybe they can make up in the afternoon."

"Well, maybe." The fan curled his lips. "As long as it doesn't affect the club's performance, they can quarrel as much as they want, even if they end up fighting."

Yes, as long as it does not affect Manchester City's results.

Guardiola thought so too, so when he saw Batistuta having a quarrel with Neymar, he used 200% of his strength to restrain himself from yelling in front of the fans on the sidelines.

'I hope you didn't forget what you promised me, Batistuta, get your men!' The head coach thought angrily, 'or I'll send you all to the reserve team, I mean what I say!'

However, not long after, Batistuta started to target Neymar in the circle, just like a school bully who bullies a new transfer student, and took the lead in queuing up to hit Neymar on the head. Neymar, with a "weak, pitiful and helpless" look, willingly accepted Batistuta's bullying. The reporter on the sidelines filmed the whole process and immediately uploaded it to Twitter. When the two fans, who were already somewhat at odds, saw it, a war of words began. (Bati's extreme fans think Neymar is dispensable and should step down and give up the throne; Neymar's extreme fans think Batistuta has a bad personality, is weak in big competitions, says one thing in public and another behind his back, and slanders Neymar behind his back)

When it came time for the group confrontation, the situation escalated.

De Bruyne, in a good mood, did not refuse to pass the ball to Neymar as many people worried. On the contrary, he seemed very happy to let the opponent score. Neymar, on the other hand, kept dribbling the ball on the wing, and even when he was surrounded, he did not choose to pass the ball to De Bruyne who was making a forward run. Walker in the opposite group seized the opportunity to steal the ball continuously.

then--

Batistuta rarely lost a group confrontation. It should be noted that in all the group confrontation training sessions last season, he only lost by no more than one hand.

De Bruyne comforted the unhappy Batistuta, then turned around and accused Neymar in the simple Portuguese he had just learned. Of course, Neymar refused to admit defeat and started arguing with De Bruyne about what had just happened in the match.

The two men's voices grew louder and louder as they argued, and their emotions became more and more agitated, and the teammates around them began to hear "polite greetings" from various countries.

And Batty.

Batistuta watched the show from the side and asked Aguero to watch with him.

Guardiola: …
Guardiola: (Where's my ventilator! Hurry!)
Fortunately, neither Neymar nor De Bruyne had any intention of fighting. The two quarreled face to face as if they were worried about getting a yellow card or a red card on the field. This greatly reduced the difficulty of Manchester City's public relations. After all, it makes sense to remove the sound and package it as a discussion of tactics.

In the end, it was Guardiola who stopped their quarrel. The head coach rubbed his temple and called the two to a corner of the training ground to explain things. If they quarreled like this just in the pre-match training, what a terrible scene it would be on the field.

Batistuta was not worried at all, probably because the fire had not yet reached him. He took advantage of his height advantage and leaned against Aguero to chat with him.

"Honestly, Batistuta, what did Neymar do to you?" Aguero asked. "I thought you would stick with him all day."

"Yeah, that was right." Barty shrugged, "But he pushed me into the bathroom this morning without caring, and I almost broke my head."

Aguero was startled: "What's going on?"

"Just this morning, after I woke up, I wrapped myself in a towel and was about to take a shower. He suddenly jumped out to block my bird walk and asked me to admire how big he was when he stood up." Batty narrated without any emotion. "There was a carpet in the bedroom, so I thought it wouldn't be difficult to kneel down. Then, just as I was about to hold him back and open his mouth, his father suddenly came in. God knows why he didn't lock the door."

Aguero's expression cracked a little: "——Then?"

"Then he pushed me into the bathroom and I almost hit the sink." Batty got angry when he thought of what happened in the morning. He rolled his eyes. "Sr. Neymar didn't notice anything unusual. After he left, young Neymar came into the bathroom. I was already in the bathtub. He smiled at me and said something like 'good luck' before continuing. Would you be angry if it was you?"

Aguero pursed his lips: "I can't tell you this, because Leo won't do that."

Batty: ?
"Okay, don't be angry." The Argentine striker patted Batistuta on the back to calm him down. "Neymar Jr. is a bit of an asshole. Let's not talk about him anymore."

Batty took a deep breath and said, "Let's talk about something else. How was your vacation? Where did you go?"

"I didn't go out much. I took Benjamin out to sea for a while, and then I went to see Leo." Aguero said with a sweet smile, "Leo gave me a guitar. I guess he wanted to paint something on it, but in the end-"

Batty: ? ?

"Seriously? Kun?" Batistuta stared at the Argentine striker with wide eyes. "Is there nothing else in your life besides Leo Messi?"

"Oh sorry, I forgot you were arguing." Aguero scratched his hair, "Then let's talk - Kevin, have you talked to Kevin recently, about Neymar?"

Batty: ???
"Kun!" Batistuta was almost irritated by the Argentine striker's stupidity (could it be intentional?), "Let's not talk about this! Change the subject!"

Aguero stuck out his tongue. "Okay, let's change the subject." He cleared his throat. "Seriously, I want to dye my hair. What color do you think suits me?"

call--

Finally, there is a normal topic that has nothing to do with feelings.

Batty thought for a moment: "I think--"

"What are you whispering about!" Lucas jumped onto Batistuta's back like a large dog, showing his two rows of white teeth while smiling. He also winked at the surprised Aguero, "Don't leave me aside, good Batistuta, let me hear it too!"

"We were talking about dyeing our hair," Aguero said.

"Come down, you're so heavy!" Batty threw Lucas down with disgust and made up a story, "Yes, we are talking about hair dyeing. Do you want to join us? We can get a rainbow hairstyle."

Lucas didn't take Batistuta's dislike seriously. After landing steadily, he reached out and hooked Batistuta with his hand and put his cheek against his. He knew Batistuta didn't hate this.

"No problem!" The French defender smiled brightly. "Rainbow hair is great! I can dye it red. Who will dye the remaining yellow and blue?"

Aguero looked at Batistuta in disbelief.

'Is he serious?' the Argentine striker asked with his eyes.

Batty gave him a similar look in return.

"Listen Luki, it's stupid to give up red, blue and yellow." Batty raised his index finger seriously and said, "Think of normal colors, please!"

Lucas kept smiling.

"Okay!" he said, "As long as you like it, I can do it!"

……

"This is a club, not your home. You are colleagues. Office romance is not allowed!" Guardiola looked at Neymar and then at De Bruyne. "I know what you are thinking. You are all players with personality. I understand, but don't think I can't do anything."

Neymar pouted and stomped his feet, while De Bruyne kept looking at the ground.

"You don't take it seriously?" Guardiola snorted. "Very good, then continue. You continue to beat up that little bastard and I won't punish any of you."

"But -" After a pause, the head coach continued: "I will punish Batistuta."

what!
"Swish!" Neymar and De Bruyne looked at him at the same time.

De Bruyne: "That doesn't make sense, Pep."
Neymar: "No you can't - what's wrong with Batistuta?"

"Attention, gentlemen." Guardiola adjusted his collar with great momentum. "Of course I can. I'm the head coach. I have the final say on who I want to punish." He answered Neymar first, and then turned to De Bruyne. "This is completely reasonable, Kevin. Your problem is caused by Batistuta. There is nothing wrong with me punishing the source. Logically."

It is obvious that the tense atmosphere between Neymar and De Bruyne has weakened.

"In short, now you are all Manchester City players, you all hope that the team can achieve good results, and you all want to hold the trophy with a little bastard." Guardiola said, "So, for the final victory, don't bring personal grudges to the stadium. Next time, I will let the little bastard go to the water dispenser. You can try to see if I dare - do you understand?"

Oh, of course he won't let Batistuta sit on the bench, but as long as the two people in front of him believe it, Guardiola's goal will be achieved.

Neymar and De Bruyne nodded.

"Very good," the coach said. "Now shake hands, then hug - hurry up, or I'll deduct Batistuta's pudding tomorrow."

The two of them had long faces, shook hands reluctantly, and hugged each other quickly. There was no eye contact throughout the whole process, and at most they saw each other's nostrils.

"Thank you." Guardiola raised his lips and patted Neymar and De Bruyne on the shoulders, "Let's work hard towards the trophy!"

……

For the sake of the team, they can temporarily put aside their prejudices.

Neymar and De Bruyne returned to the training ground, almost competing to be half a step faster than each other. They both wanted to be the first to get to Batistuta while looking calm and normal.

However, when they returned, they saw a scene that almost made them angry.

Batistuta seemed to have completely forgotten about them. He was chatting enthusiastically with Aguero and Lucas during the break in training. I don't know what joke Aguero told, but Batistuta fell on Lucas with laughter, and the French guy almost buried his head in Batistuta's collar, with his hands on his waist, moving back and forth!
What the hell is this-

Well, there is a proverb in English that is very suitable to describe the current situation: When shepherds quarrel, the wolf has a winning game.

Translated it means: While the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman gains.

(End of this chapter)