[Football] Bad Boy Batty

At the end of August, as the high-priced transfers of the new generation who shined in the European Cup, such as Pogba, Batshuayi, Stones and others, were finalized, the market that was ignited this summer gradually calmed down.

But everyone knows that this is not over yet.

Apart from the European Cup, there has been no news about Batista, who made his mark in the Olympics.

Almost every club's scout watched the final, and no one was not amazed by his performance. In addition, Batistuta's own topicality and discussion are also important criteria.

They are convinced that before the transfer window closes completely, a club will announce that it will sign him.
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Two days ago -Real Madrid President's Office-
"Are you really going there in person, sir?" the secretary asked. "You are the chairman. Wouldn't it be too much of a ceremonial for you to personally inspect a young player?"

Florentino put down the documents in his hand and smiled at the secretary. "You are right. Signing new players does not require me to do it myself." He said, "But Batista's value is not just this."

The secretary was puzzled: "What do you mean?"

"His godfather." Florentino's face showed the shrewdness of a businessman. "Last night Batistuta tweeted a photo with the famous director. I guarantee that other clubs think the same way. Mansour is probably on the plane to Brazil."

"Right!" The secretary suddenly realized, "Even if we don't sign Batistuta, we'll still gain something by meeting his godfather and facilitating some business cooperation. He's a big shot who controls half of Hollywood."

Florentino nodded. "But it would be best if we can sign him. He has potential and is the best candidate to succeed Cristiano Ronaldo."

"Cristiano Ronaldo just won the European Cup. Is it possible to consider a successor now?"

"It's getting late." Florentino slammed the table. The Portuguese had touched his bottom line many times, and he kept him until now entirely because of his influence in business. "He is 31 years old. His age is there. What's the point of being self-disciplined?"

The chairman had spoken and the secretary had nothing to say.

"Go, inform our friends in the newspaper." Florentino said, "Spread the news that Real Madrid wants Batistuta. The hotter the better. Even if he doesn't come to the Bernabeu in the end, it's good to remind Ronaldo."

The secretary nodded. "Okay."

……

Compared with the open and secret struggles among the major clubs, Batistuta has it much easier. The signing matters are left to his godfather, and the rest of the time he just needs to take his new favorite Ederson out to play.

You mean Neymar?
Sorry, Barty is still mad at him.

Neymar is still in Brazil. He originally wanted to return to the club out of spite, but was stopped by Ronaldinho, who begged him to be a middleman to help ease the relationship with his son.

"You've got the wrong person. Batistuta doesn't want to see me either." Neymar was sitting in Ronaldinho's car, shrugging his shoulders helplessly and said, "His good friend and partner now is Ederson. You should go find him."

Half an hour ago, Ronaldinho called Neymar and told him that today was an important day for signing the contract and that Batistuta would definitely come home. This was a perfect opportunity and they just had to wait for him to show up at the door of Batistuta's house.

It seems that Batistuta was right. Ronaldinho's behavior was just like that of a terrible stalker, Neymar thought.

But for Messi's sake (yes, Ronaldinho called Messi first, and then Messi called Neymar), he should at least pretend.

"No, he likes you, I can tell." Xiao Luo said firmly, "Don't doubt me, this is a father's natural intuition."

Being a father is natural and intuitive.

Neymar pursed his lips to keep his mouth from twitching too much.

The fact that such an irresponsible father can say such things so bluntly can explain something to some extent.

"Okay, I'll help you, but the current situation is-" Neymar rubbed his nose, "Bati will definitely leave Brazil for a better club this summer. Are you ready to move to another city with him?"

"of course not."

Ronaldinho's decisive and matter-of-fact answer stunned Neymar.

"You mean, you're not going to move to the city where Batty's club is?" he asked.

"Why would I move there?" Xiao Luo replied with a grin, "I just hope to restore a normal father-son relationship with him, you know, calling each other on weekdays, going to nightclubs together, and getting together on weekends."

Neymar doesn't want to help.

To be honest, with this little sincerity, he definitely wouldn't forgive me.

Just when Neymar was thinking about how to refuse tactfully, Batistuta and Ederson came back. They rode a cool black motorcycle. Batistuta carried Ederson and the two stopped at the door of the villa.

"Go, go!" Ronaldinho almost pushed Neymar out of the car, then gave him a thumbs up, "I'll wait here for your good news."

Neymar was still immersed in the scene of Ederson sitting behind him and hugging Batistuta's waist. When Ronaldinho pushed him, he reacted and ran over quickly.

……

"Hey! Barty! Over here!"

Just as Batistuta took off his helmet and was about to give the car to Ederson, he heard someone calling his name. He turned around and saw it was Neymar, and he raised his eyebrows.

"Why are you here?" He stuffed the helmet into Edson's hand. "I don't remember inviting you here."

Neymar certainly wouldn't tell him that he was commissioned by Ronaldinho, he chose this explanation -

"I'm here to apologize," he said. "It was my fault that day at the party. I shouldn't have said that you didn't have team spirit. Can you forgive me?"

Unexpectedly, Batty chose to refuse.

"No. You hurt me with what you said, and I don't want to forgive you."

To be honest, this result was unexpected not only by Neymar but also by Ederson. The Brazilian goalkeeper winked at Neymar and then tentatively touched Batistuta's shoulder with his helmet.

Unexpectedly, Batty waved it away.

"I'm serious." Batty said impatiently, "If everyone who hurts my heart can be forgiven with just one sentence, then why should I be angry? Edson, you should also pay attention. It's not easy for people who make me angry to ask for forgiveness."

Having said that, Ederson no longer dared to help Neymar.

At this time, a man in a high-end suit and long black hair walked out of the villa. "You are 40 minutes late, boy," he said, "your godfather is very angry with you."

Batty rolled his eyes at him. "You're misrepresenting his intentions again, Lucy. The Godfather will never be angry with me."

The man named Lucy tutted in disgust. "Of course, that's the man who dared to take God to bed." He looked at Neymar and Ederson. "Is this your friend?"

Before Batty could answer, he turned around and walked back: "Forget it, hand your motorcycle to the butler, the negotiations are almost over, come in first."

Batistuta gave the man two middle fingers at his back, then called Ederson and Neymar to go in together.

Neymar was shocked as he entered the room. He had never seen so many club owners and shareholders in the same room. Florentino was also there (except for the Ballon d'Or of course). He looked around and found that there were not only football bigwigs in the room, but also celebrities from all walks of life.

For example, Leo, who can never catch up with the Oscars, River Phoenix, who semi-retired at the beginning of the century, and the executives of Sony Columbia Records, etc. Is that Shakira?

Batty was used to such scenes. He looked depressed and started looking for a place to hide after shaking hands several times. Fortunately, Loach appeared and saved him. The black boy took the three of them into the house upstairs.

As soon as the door was closed, Neymar heard Batistuta let out a long sigh of relief.

"Is everything settled?" Batty asked.

"Well, it's almost done." Loach said, "The contract with Nike has been finalized, and Lucy is negotiating with you about a club. Manchester City is the most promising club at the moment, with a weekly salary of 15 pounds."

"15? Before tax?"

Loach nodded.

"Tsk, 15 before tax." Batty shrugged his nose, "It's less."

Ederson was shocked. "That's 800 million pounds a year. You're a newcomer in Europe, and you think it's too little?"

"Of course I think it's too little. They are lucky to have me. Don't my performance deserve a higher salary?" Batistuta replied arrogantly. "Besides, Neymar was able to get an annual salary of 2013 million euros when he went to Barcelona in 1000, and that was after tax. Why can't I get the same?"

Neymar feels like he is being blamed. "I am the Euro, you are the Pound, and we are from different years, there is no comparison."

"Of course not." Batty rolled his eyes at him, "Don't forget, I'm still mad at you."

Oh, yes, he is still angry.

Neymar smiled and made a zipper motion with his mouth.

Suddenly the door opened and Lucy poked her head in.

"Don't hide here, boy. If you want better treatment, you have to fight for it yourself. Go talk to them and let them see your value." He grabbed Batistuta's collar and led him downstairs. "Manchester City can offer a weekly salary of 18, not including various bonuses and fines. It's already a very generous condition."

Batty tried to break free but failed. He crossed his arms in anger and puffed up his cheeks.

"Okay!" he said in a self-destructive tone, "I'll go to Manchester City, I accept it, I accept the 18 weekly salary, I accept everything, just let me go!"

“The answer is no.”

As soon as they left, the room became much quieter. Loach, Ederson and Neymar looked at each other.

Manchester City.

Neymar thought that Aguero was also there, and if Batistuta went there, he could take Messi's plane to visit him in Manchester in the future.

……

After seeing everyone off, Batty collapsed on the sofa, but before he could start to rest, a phone call came in.

It's Guardiola, Manchester City's head coach next season.

Batistuta was tired after a day's work and looked a little listless, but Guardiola did not say anything grand about future plans or training. He simply showed concern for Batistuta's life like a kind elder.

"Have you found a place to live? If you need it, the club can help you arrange it." Guardiola said, "I have a few staff members' phone numbers here, write them down, they are responsible for receiving players from South America, with their help you will quickly adapt to life there."

After finding a pen to write down the phone call, Batty said he had no problem. "The club doesn't need to worry about the house issue. I can solve it."

Guardiola asked: "Have you found a house yet?"

"No, I haven't been to England yet," Batty said. "But I'll be fine, don't worry."

Guardiola is skeptical.

But he didn't ask any more questions. Young players like this sometimes need to make mistakes, otherwise they will never feel pain.

At the last moment before hanging up the phone, Guardiola remembered something. He gave Aguero's phone number to Batistuta and told him to ask the other party for advice. Aguero is a very good person and will provide help in all aspects.

Batty agreed.

After saying goodnight to the head coach, he saved the phone calls he had just made into his mobile phone, but accidentally dialed Aguero's number.

There was no time to hang up because the other party picked up almost immediately.

"Hello?"

Batistuta hesitated for a moment and said, "Hi, I'm Batista Moreira, who will soon be your teammate. Guardiola gave me your phone number."

However, this time it was the other side that hesitated.

I heard a noisy sound from the other side -

"Looking for you."

"What? Leo, why did you answer my call?"

"He called and I picked up the phone."

"Okay, who is it?"

"The boy who scored five goals in the Olympic final said he will be your teammate next season."

"Really? Why haven't I heard that Manchester City wants to sign him?...Give me the phone number——"

Listening to the conversation between the two people, Batty's eyebrows twitched.

"Hi, sorry for the wait. I'm Sergio Aguero. I heard you're coming to Manchester City next season." A soft but cheerful voice came. "If you want to know anything, you can ask me. I've been here for five years and I know everything."

Batistuta blinked. "Was it Messi who answered the phone just now?"

"Oh, yes, it was him." Aguero was a little embarrassed. "We were just playing games and he took my phone."

Aguero's attitude was so sincere and natural that Batistuta had no way of doubting him.

but--

The call to Aguero was answered by Messi.

Batty: It still feels weird
(End of this chapter)