[Football] Bad Boy Batty

Perhaps taking into account the need to participate in other competitions, Manchester City does not have many games in August. After the first round, the second round will not be played until August 8, leaving them with plenty of time to prepare for the European Super Cup.

Yes, the European Super Cup.

The match is between the champions of the Champions League and the Europa League of the previous season. It is usually held at the beginning of each season and is considered the opening match for European clubs in the European arena.

This year's Super Cup will be held on August 8 in Tallinn, the capital of the Republic of Estonia. The game will start at 16 p.m. local time. 21 hours in advance, Guardiola led the team to Estonia by plane. Their opponent is Lucas' old club, Atletico Madrid.

On the plane, Guardiola was wearing headphones and analyzing Atletico Madrid's game in front of the computer. Suddenly, an inexplicable noise from the front seat distracted his attention. The Catalan subconsciously took off one of his headphones and looked forward, just in time to see Lucas holding his mobile phone to record the scene of himself and Batistuta playing around.

Batistuta was probably taking a nap by the window just now, and Aguero, who was sitting next to him, got up to go to the toilet, leaving the seat vacant. Lucas won out among many challengers who were eyeing that empty seat, but it turned out that he just wanted to play a prank on Batistuta.

Batistuta, who had his nose pinched and his sleeping face photographed, of course was not willing to let Lucas go easily. He took the pillow prepared by the airline and started fighting with him. Ederson and B Silva, who were not far away, asked everyone to place bets to see who would win. Walker acted as the atmosphere group and made a noise from across the aisle, while Neymar and De Bruyne, who rarely lay on their seats at the same time, happily watched Lucas get beaten. The atmosphere was strangely harmonious.

Guardiola: …
Guardiola: (Heart attack)

"Very energetic, isn't it?" Arteta picked up his coffee and commented with a smile, "Don't worry too much, Pep, this is a good thing for the game tonight."

A good thing? That's hard to say.

And energetic——

This is true.

It's just that they are too energetic. He would rather these 'thugs' were a little more serious, Guardiola complained madly in his heart.

At this time, Lucas got into trouble. He hit Batty in the face with a pillow, and also knocked over half a cup of soda on the table and spilled it on Batty. So Batty gave up the pillow and rushed over to punish Lucas.

Oh, and Lucas is pinned to the ground.
Oh, Batty got on it.
Oh, someone is getting upset.

Oh, that's bad posture.

Guardiola's hand holding the coffee was shaking slightly. He should be thankful that Lucas had no other intentions towards Batistuta, otherwise the situation would escalate in complexity, from two cats fighting over a ball of yarn to three cats fighting over it, and it would become increasingly uncontrollable.

Just when the head coach was thinking about whether to step forward to stop it, Aguero came back. He stopped the pillow fight between Batistuta and Lucas on behalf of Guardiola, and taught them a lesson with the demeanor of a senior.

However, Guardiola was relieved for less than two minutes before he saw the Argentine striker pick up a new pillow. At the signal of referee Walker, a new round of pillow fight officially began. The fight between the two sides turned into a three-way melee. This time the noise was even louder and more people joined in to watch.

Guardiola: …
Guardiola: (When will you stop persecuting me)
In order to prevent the situation from getting worse, after the team arrived at the hotel, Guardiola announced the adjustment of the roommate list. He pulled Batistuta out of his pile of men and gave it to Kyle Walker, who seemed to be the more innocent and the most reasonable.

"No! I don't want to room with him!" Batty protested with his eyes wide open, "Kyle snores louder than Kun!"

"We don't stay overnight. We will go back home after the game in the evening," Guardiola said.

"That won't do either! Kyle always sings loudly in the shower, and his singing is so awful!" Buddy continued to protest, "I shouldn't have to suffer this! Let John come! They've been roommates for a long time!"

"That's not the point, Batistuta." Guardiola crossed his arms. "My requirement for you is that you should not make more than three low-level mistakes in the whole game, but we all saw in the review a few days ago that in the first round, there were three low-level passing errors between you and Kyle in the first half alone."

"But I got the ball back in the end," Batty retorted, but his momentum was obviously reduced.

"If you hadn't made a mistake and Huddersfield's defenders hadn't arrived so quickly, it would have been a direct threat to the goal," Guardiola said with a smile. He didn't mind explaining more to Batistuta, the kid was used to being arrogant, and he needed to be suppressed in some way.

“So - I need you and Kyle to develop a tacit understanding. You and Kyle will be together. That’s it.” Guardiola concluded.

Batty pouted, and after a few seconds he nodded reluctantly. Kyle Walker didn't care much, he dragged his suitcase to stand next to Batty, poked his cheek with his finger, and if Batty hadn't rolled his eyes at him, he might have kneaded it.

Guardiola cleared his throat, looked around at the players around him and asked, "Does anyone else have any objections to today's arrangement?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison.

"Very good." The head coach scratched his stubble. At this time, Arteta came back from the front desk with everyone's room cards. He waved his hand, took out a notebook and announced: "Okay, everyone, go pack up and take a rest now. Meet downstairs in 30 minutes. We will go to the training field."

"Don't do any extra exercise to consume your energy." Guardiola emphasized, "If we win this trophy, we will be the first six champions in the history of the Premier League, so I hope you will cheer up and concentrate, okay?"

Everyone: "Understood!"

……

Neymar was assigned to a room with Lucas, under the pretext of developing the same rapport on the wing as Batistuta. De Bruyne was in a room with Stones, Aguero and his Argentine fellow countryman Otamendi were in a room, and Loach was still with the coaching staff.

Batty walked into the room angrily, threw his suitcase on the ground, and jumped onto the bed with his shoes on. Don't think he didn't know what Pep was doing. This was a direct attack! Naked targeting!
"Oh, you're still angry." Walker also dragged his suitcase into the room. He walked over with a smile and touched Batty's nose, then packed up his things with ballet steps, "Don't think about it, Batty baby, once you enter my room, you are my meat (a dirty word used in prison)."

Batty laughed unceremoniously.

"Tell me this? When I was 7 years old, I went to visit my godfather in the most dangerous prison in Rio. When I was 12 years old, I was a famous leader there." He jumped off the bed, folded his arms and walked behind Walker who was squatting in front of the suitcase to sort out his clothes, then kicked him in the ass. "If Manchester City is a prison, you guys will be my little bitches, understand?"

"Do you understand?" Walker pinched his throat and imitated Batty's words. "Do you still understand? You sound like Pep. I understand why those people on the Internet say you are his biological son."

Batistuta bared his teeth at Walker and was about to kick him in the butt again when suddenly there was a knocking sound at the glass door of the balcony. Walker and Batistuta were both startled. They both looked over and saw De Bruyne standing behind the door dragging a box, waving at them with a faint smile.

"Kevin!" Batty shouted in surprise, and went forward to open the glass. "Are you Spider-Man? How did you appear here?"

"Yes, I am the unsung hero under the mask." De Bruyne joked seriously, but it lasted less than two seconds before he broke it. He hugged Batistuta with one hand, then tilted his head to signal them to look to the side, "John and I live next door to you, and our balconies are connected. I guess Pep didn't expect this."

Walker made a 'truly unexpected' gesture.

"Oh hoo!"

Batistuta happily turned around a few times, then jumped onto De Bruyne's back. The Belgian midfielder threw away his suitcase without thinking and reached out to catch him. At this time, Stones also came from the next door. He tried his best to keep a normal expression as he passed by the two people, while minimizing his presence.

"Hey, Kyle." Stones greeted the stunned Walker awkwardly, "It seems we are roommates again." ...

Batistuta was leaning against the head of the bed, playing Candy Crush on his tablet, and occasionally looking up to see how De Bruyne was organizing his suitcase. Yes, Kevin's virtuous mother was helping Batistuta organize his messy suitcase.

Although Batty repeatedly assured Niu that he would pack well before boarding the plane, his "pack well" only meant that he would not throw his clothes into the box like shooting a basketball.

De Bruyne is not a person who likes to tidy up, but he seems much more organized in front of the little bastard. Of course, he is also willing to tidy up for Batistuta.

With 10 minutes left before the assembly time set by Guardiola, De Bruyne finally rolled Batistuta's last pair of socks into a ball and placed them in the corner. Batistuta glanced at his progress and decisively put the tablet down.

"Come here Kevin, sit down." He raised his hand and patted the empty space beside him and said, "We haven't had a good chat since we got back from vacation."

"I thought we had a good chat when you came to my house that day." De Bruyne stood in front of the bed, "But it doesn't matter, what do you want to talk about?"

"Anything is fine." Batty hugged his knees and looked at him innocently, not obviously guiding the topic, "Like the changes in the club in the new season, or something."

"I guess you mean Neymar." De Bruyne hit the nail on the head.

Batty blinked and agreed.

"So, you don't have any ideas?" he asked. "--I mean at the club level." He added, "He sticks to the ball and has a strong sense of autonomy. In the national team, his teammates always give him the ball even if he doesn't ask for it."

De Bruyne looked at Batistuta in surprise: "Why do you care about this? This is Pep's headache."

After a pause, he added: "I don't have any opinion. It's like when a company recruits people, the HR never asks other employees what they think, and other employees don't care either."

"Just that?" Batty asked.

"You said it, at the club level," De Bruyne replied. "Sane left and we need reinforcements. I understand the reason. Neymar is very capable. It's fair to say that with him, Manchester City will be closer to all the trophies."

Batty didn't expect to get such a comment, he stretched out his legs and dangled.

"What about the other levels?" he asked.

"Other levels—" De Bruyne finally moved. He took two steps to the bedside, grabbed Batistuta's ankle and dragged him in front of him. Looking at the blue eyes that were still shining under the shadows, the Belgian midfielder smiled, "—It's not up to me to decide."

The light-colored hair spread out on the pure white quilt. Batistuta lay there and looked at him, as if he wanted to judge something through his eyes and the ambiguous words just now. After about half a minute, he suddenly reached out and held De Bruyne's face, stood up and kissed him.

When he wasn't sure what to say, actions were most powerful.

Batistuta skillfully invited the other party and opened his territory in a friendly manner. At first, De Bruyne did not respond, but soon, just as the countdown in Batistuta's heart was about to end, he took the initiative and patrolled back and forth in Batistuta's mouth, marking it.

[Ding-ding-ding]
The radar alarm sounded, and there were still 3 minutes left before the assembly.

De Bruyne pulled away without any reluctance, as if he couldn't see Batistuta's puzzled and resentful eyes. He inadvertently pinched away the remaining thread between the two of them on his lips, and then straightened his collar.

"Let's go, we're going to be late."

……

If this is some kind of game, Batty admitted that he was successfully interested. But before he learned the rules of the game in depth, he had to play another more formal game first - the Super Cup.

At 21 p.m. local time in Tallinn, with the referee's whistle, the 2018 European Super Cup officially kicked off at the Arikok Arena. The venue was packed. Although it could not be compared with those large stadiums, the Manchester City fans who came from afar still shouted out the momentum of tens of thousands of people.

Atletico Madrid plays aggressively and is not easy to deal with.

Before the start of the game, Lucas, who was born in Atletico Madrid, reminded everyone to be careful. At the request of head coach Simeone, the entire Atletico team did not hesitate to use fouls to stop the opponent's attack.

"You have to pay attention to Godin, he is a master," Lucas told Batistuta. "And Antoine, he is also very difficult. Some people will secretly scold you, using very bad words, you must not take it seriously, it is a trap."

It makes sense to be careful of Godin. Batistuta watched his defense with the coaches before the game and he is very good at dealing with wingers cutting inside.

But Antoine—

"Antoine? Antoine Griezmann?" Batistuta looked over with amusement, "He's a striker, and our chances of facing him are slim."

Lucas shook his head in a daze. "He is a striker, but he can also be something else. I know you have seen him, but the French team limits his range of movement. I have been in Atletico for a long time and know them better than anyone else." He said, "In short - you have to be careful."

I've been talking for a long time but still haven't gotten to the point.

Batty quietly rolled his eyes and didn't take it seriously.

However, after more than ten minutes of the game, he suddenly understood what Lucas had said to him before the game, because he personally experienced the tackle from Antoine Griezmann.

[beep——]
The linesman raised the flag, the referee gave a verbal warning to the defender, and Manchester City was awarded a corner kick.

"Hey! Are you okay?" Atletico's small forward stretched out his hand to Batistuta with a smile, "I didn't expect you to be so fragile. Come, let me pull you up. I will be careful next time I make a tackle."

Batistuta stood up and looked at the place where he was knocked down, which was the baseline not far from Atletico's goal, and a question mark slowly rose above his head.

Is this guy really a forward?
(End of this chapter)