[Football] Bad Boy Batty

"Look! Look who's back! Our new World Footballer of the Year! And the youngest in history! Our little king deserves the title!"

The day after the FIFA awards ceremony, Batistuta returned to Manchester with his trophies. As the first FIFA World Player of the Year in Manchester City's history, the club prepared a grand welcome ceremony for him at the Etihad Stadium. When he walked through the player tunnel and stepped onto the turf of the Etihad Stadium, captain Kompany led the team to line up on both sides to welcome him.

However, Batty seemed a little unhappy.

On the surface, he was smiling and celebrating the award with his teammates, but those who knew him well could see at a glance what was hidden beneath his smile -

depressed?

Arteta quietly touched Guardiola next to him and whispered: "Do you know what happened, Pep? Batistuta...seems a little absent-minded."

Guardiola remained unmoved.

"If you looked at the Twitter trending last night, you'd understand," he said, in the tone of a veteran. "Don't worry, Mikel, this kid always gets himself into trouble, sometimes even without his initiative, trouble will find him."

Arteta didn't quite understand what Guardiola said, but he caught the key words, so while the club was taking pictures of Batistuta and his trophy, he took out his tablet and looked for the reason on Twitter.

In the end, he found it.

It was a piece of gossip. According to the introduction, it was a personal account that specialized in reporting gossip on the football field. It came from a hot female reporter.

Arteta continued to dig deeper along this line and asked a few friends who were at the scene that day. Finally, he figured out the whole story before starting training.

After the award ceremony, there was a period of mixed interviews with reporters. The female reporter (who was said to have harassed him before the award ceremony) approached Batistuta again. As the security guard on the scene was called away by President Infantino to arrange something, a large number of reporters surrounded the new World Footballer of the Year. Within a few minutes, Messi was also surrounded (God knows how he got involved). The two encirclements gradually merged into one, and in the crowd, Messi was squeezed onto Batistuta.

This scene happened to be captured on camera and used in the news by a malicious reporter.

She named the title: [Manchester City star refuses to have children, what is the reason? ]

The article implicitly implies that the reason Batistuta rejected the beautiful woman's date invitation is that he prefers the same sex. The accompanying picture still shows Batistuta hugging Messi protectively in the chaos, which looks weird no matter how you look at it.

Perhaps because of the extremely confusing title and picture, the number of likes for this piece of gossip jumped to the highest among the female reporter's accounts, so she took advantage of the situation and posted several pieces related to Barty.

But the traces of editing in the latter part are too obvious.

For example, the pictures in [Hollywood on Green Reenacted? Who is he thanking and who is he looking at] were forcibly edited together. On the left is a screenshot of Batistuta giving his acceptance speech, and on the right is a screenshot of several Manchester City players attending the award ceremony looking at Batistuta on the stage "affectionately".

Another example is [The Son of God falls in love with his junior, which makes someone unhappy and madly targets the new Footballer of the Year]. The picture accompanying this tweet is a snapshot of Batistuta and Messi being squeezed together, with Kaka and Ronaldo coming forward to help maintain order. It is completely irrelevant, but because this piece of gossip brings together four Footballers of the Year from different eras, its popularity is even about to surpass the first one.

Arteta: …
Arteta: Does Batistuta have some special troublesome physique?

Anyway, these are almost the things that make Batistuta upset, but in addition to these, there are deeper and more difficult to solve problems that the Manchester City assistant coach has not discovered.

Aguero was a little annoyed, of course not at Batistuta. He was unhappy with the female reporter who made up stories and Messi.

"I asked him to help take care of you, and this is how he did it? His taking care of you ended up in the gossip news?" A Kun said on the phone.

Batistuta was very grateful to him, but he really didn't want to listen to Aguero continue complaining about how could Leo do this and how could Leo do that. His ears were almost callused from hearing it.

Neymar was fine. As the biggest winner this time, he just symbolically complained to Batistuta when he saw the gossip about Batistuta and Messi. After asking what was going on, they continued to flirt.

Lucas was not very sad, but he pretended to be very sad. He bombarded Batistuta's phone with text messages, accusing him of not mentioning him at all when he received the award. He also recorded a lot of funny videos of animal heads for Batistuta with his brother Theo at night.

As for Walker, he called Batty several times and seemed to want to say something, but was always stopped by Stones. Although Batty was a little confused, he did not go into it in the end.

Only De Bruyne is truly sad.

From the time Batistuta won the award to the time he returned to Manchester, he only sent a very official text message to congratulate him, and there was no other expression. No matter what Batistuta sent him or how many calls he made, he ignored them all.

This is also the main reason for Batty's distress.

And just this morning, before the team's welcome ceremony began, Batistuta was sitting obediently in the locker room holding the trophy, and De Bruyne found an opening and came up to him.

Batty looked up and looked at him. Neither of them spoke. They stayed in that stalemate for a long time until more staff came into the locker room. Batty was the first to look away.

"Bati! Come here! We need a close-up of you!" photographer Anna shouted.

"Okay, I'm coming." Batty stood up.

At the moment when their shoulders were parallel, De Bruyne suddenly spoke softly.

"You win," he said.

Batty was stunned for a moment, then stopped and turned to look: "What?"

De Bruyne did not answer.

Batty asked again: "What do you mean I won? What do you mean by that?"

"Bati! The light is changing!" Anna kept calling him.

"IN A MINUTE!" Batty looked directly into De Bruyne's eyes, but he couldn't guess what the other party was thinking. "Kevin?" He tried to soften his attitude and continued to ask, "What do you want to say?"

De Bruyne still didn't answer. He shrugged, gave Batistuta a smile that was not quite a smile, and then turned and left.

What do you want to do?
Batistuta frowned and was about to chase after him when he heard Miss Anna's third call. So he temporarily gave up the idea of ​​finding De Bruyne to explain things and turned to the camera with a smile.

The club's promotional video is more important.

……

However, until the end of training that day, Batistuta did not find a chance to ask the Belgian midfielder clearly. It was as if he was deliberately avoiding him, either keeping silent and pretending to be a statue, or staying in crowded places.

This feeling is disgusting, like being a hooked fish suspended in mid-air.

Batty got a question but not an answer, just like a story that only has a beginning but hides the ending, which always makes people worry about it.

After the indoor training, Guardiola clapped his hands and greeted the players: "Take a break now, and gather in the screening room in 15 minutes. We will focus on how to take various set-pieces when facing the next opponent Bryan."

The players dispersed. Aguero seemed to have something to say to Neymar. Batistuta asked them to go first and went to the restaurant to get some special pudding to eat while discussing tactics.

On the way to the restaurant, Batty stopped by to chat with night owl Jolene.

Batty: I really don't understand
Batty: Is he going to continue his little game or what?
Qiao Lin: I think he wanted to hook you, but you didn't take the bait and broke the line.
Qiaolin: Maybe he was just mad.

Batty: He still ignores me
Batty: What should I do?
Batty: You want me to continue to take the initiative?
Qiao Lin: (dementia.jpg)
Qiao Lin: Is there a possibility? I mean maybe
Qiaolin: He's planning to end it with you.
Qiao Lin: I feel like he is a very arrogant person.
Batty: (Heartbroken) (Heartbroken) (Regretful) (Crying)
Batty: If that's the case -
Batty: I'm gonna miss him then
Batistuta: In recent years, only he can give me a real sense of dominance
Qiaolin: ???
Qiaolin: I thought you liked him
Batty: I like him.
Batty: But
(5 minutes have passed)
Qiaolin:?
Qiaolin: HELLO?
Qiaolin: But what? Where are you, Barty?
Qiaolin: Kidnapped?
In a sense, Batistuta was indeed kidnapped, but by his teammate, the central figure he and Jolene were discussing.

Let's go back 5 minutes.

In a corridor less than 20 meters away from the restaurant, Batty was typing with his head down. Suddenly, when passing a T-shaped intersection, someone grabbed his arm, dragged him to another aisle, and threw him against the wall, holding him down, and his cell phone was thrown out.

Because they were in the club, Batty had no defense at all, but when he saw the instigator clearly, his body instinctively responded by forcibly suppressing him. "Good afternoon, Kevin." Batty smiled, "Are you going to get the pudding too?"

De Bruyne no longer had the calmness he had when he was playing hard to get. He looked like he was about to collapse. "You win!" he roared in a low voice, "You win, Batistuta!"

Batty rolled his eyes, unmoved.

"Stop making me guess, dear!" He said lightly, "Oh my God, Kevin! Your mood changes so quickly, I don't like it. What do you want to say?"

"You did it on purpose!" De Bruyne leaned over and gritted his teeth, their noses facing each other, "In those speeches, you deliberately only mentioned Neymar. You wanted me to admit defeat, right!"

Oh, it seems he is not indifferent.

"Sorry, I didn't prepare any acceptance speech. The part on stage was just my improvisation." Batty curled his lips.

Yes, he just wanted him to admit defeat. He wanted him to clearly admit in person that he, Kevin De Bruyne, lost.

"Nothing personal, Kevin. Really. I just wanted to thank you for what you're doing."

De Bruyne swallowed the second half of the sentence, and kissed Batistuta's lips not gently, and pinched his cheeks to make him open his mouth wider so that he could penetrate his mouth. Then he grabbed Batistuta's wrists more forcefully and locked him against the wall. His movements were not very skilled, and it looked like he learned them from some third-rate TV series.

This corridor is not in the shadows and usually has a lot of people. Batistuta frowned and gently pushed De Bruyne's shoulder to ask him to stop while slowly returning the kiss.

Batistuta doesn't mind being discovered by the people in the club, he just doesn't want to trouble his godfather anymore.

De Bruyne did not stop immediately, he slowed down the pace and continued to kiss Batistuta as before, but the aggressive kiss ended when he realized that Batistuta was no longer kissing him back.

"You didn't reject me," he said.

"Why do you think I would refuse?" Batty asked back.

"Because you are a very bad, very bad guy, you have no heart." De Bruyne bit Batistuta's lip, "You are keen to make me sad, you like to see me in pain."

"Oh, Kevin." Batty pulled his hands out and cupped his face. "You know I'm not that kind of person. The last thing I want to see is you sad."

"You did it on purpose. You wanted me to admit defeat and declare your victory in person." De Bruyne repeated, "So you didn't refuse my kiss."

Tsk.

This cycle made Batty tired.

So he throws out a very cruel answer: "I don't refuse your kisses because they feel great, in fact - I don't refuse any kiss that feels great."

"You mean, you don't refuse, anyone kissing you?" the Belgian midfielder repeated intermittently. "If David, Kun, Bernardo, Kyle, John, even Pep and Mikel kissed you, you wouldn't refuse?"

"Ewww!" Batty pouted in disgust, "Please don't insult my aesthetics, I have principles, oh, Pep, my God..." He said with a playful tone, "But I have seen his previous videos, if he can grow hair, I might consider it."

"You are always like this, Batistuta, with a tone that doesn't care about anything." De Bruyne let go of Batistuta and took two steps back. "Why don't you respond to me directly?"

"Then why do you always have so many questions?" Batty changed his posture and leaned against the wall. "Can't you be simple? Playing football is not an easy job. I don't want to have to spend time and effort guessing what you mean outside the court."

"My life was simple," De Bruyne said. "You made it complicated."

Jesus is above!

His fault!
Everything is his fault!

After a pause, Batty said casually with some impatience: "Okay, my bad, what should I do, do you want to end it?"

Something broke in De Bruyne's eyes.

"Take that back." The Belgian midfielder gritted his teeth and lowered his head, rubbing Batistuta's lips with his own. "You know Batistuta, I really - I thought about it, but no, no, that won't work."

bother.

This doesn’t work, that doesn’t work, what should I do?

"That's not how the game is played, sir." Batistuta grabbed De Bruyne by the collar and switched the positions of the two with his backhand.

If Batty wanted to, he could easily hold anyone in the club against the wall.

"I think last season, or the season before, Pep must have talked to you about you, about me, about us." The boy smiled and said in a very intimate tone, "I guess you didn't listen to his advice, right? So - it's not my fault."

Batistuta used his free hand to straighten De Bruyne's face, and left a light kiss on the corner of his mouth while speaking: "You kissed me first, you unbuttoned my clothes first, you chose the path yourself, Kevin, I just - didn't refuse, that's all."

After saying that, Batty regained his strength, picked up his phone, turned around and walked quickly towards the screening room.

He didn't look at De Bruyne's reaction.

why?
Batty asked himself as he walked, why not look? Only a coward would not dare to look back, which was unlike him. He should have admired his masterpiece like a winner.

He thought about this question for almost 5 minutes, and still had no result until he stepped into the screening room.

Or maybe the result had already come to fruition, but he just didn't want to admit it.

"Where have you been, Batistuta?" Neymar asked in a low voice, "If you don't come, I'll go to the Pudding Kingdom to find you!"

"Yes, the Pudding Kingdom called me, but I resisted the urge to go." Barty rolled his eyes at him and sat down next to him. "It was just a small matter that delayed me. It's no big deal."

When the lights in the screening room dimmed, De Bruyne lowered his head and walked in. Batistuta played with Neymar's fingers, but still couldn't help glancing towards the back seats.

"Don't tell me you came so late to be intimate with him!" Neymar was more perceptive than expected, and he pinched Batistuta's palm as a warning.

"No." Batistuta calmly pushed aside Neymar's fingers and clasped them tightly. "Shh - listen to the coach. Brighton is a relegation team, but we have to respect our opponents."

Neymar calmed down almost instantly.

He puffed his lips and stopped pursuing the matter after a few seconds.

He believed in Batty.

But looking at the screenshots of Brighton's match on the screen, Batistuta's heart was already flying away.

(End of this chapter)