[Football] Bad Boy Batty

Stones squatted at the door, eavesdropping on what was going on inside and spitting at himself.

Everything is for the stability of the locker room, he said to himself. It is related to their performance this season. Who would complain about not having enough trophies?

This is the place used to examine injured players. It doesn't require as good soundproofing as a conference room. As long as you put your ear close to the door, you can roughly hear the conversation inside.

What would Kevin and Buddy argue about?

It's nothing more than some stuff like 'Do you really care about me?' 'Who is more important, him or me?' 'Don't bring your emotions onto the court', Stones thought dejectedly. To be honest, he was getting more and more annoyed with this twisted relationship between them.

Just be together, why mix in so many unnecessary things.

However, considering that one of the parties is Batistuta, it is not surprising that such a thing happened. Brazilians are always linked to various scandals by the outside world. I don’t mean to target Fernandinho and Jesus, but Batistuta perfectly fits all the stereotypes people have about Brazilians.

Even I sometimes...

Seeing that his thoughts were about to turn to a dangerous direction, Stones braked in time and refocused his attention on the room separated by a door. However, it was only then that he realized that there seemed to be no conversation coming from there for a long time.

what happened?

Stones listened even harder. The corridor was already quiet, and soon he caught some noises: the friction of fabric, a low voice of admonition, and the subtle, slightly difficult sound of swallowing.

It took him at least five seconds to realize what was happening over there.

Damn it!
The England defender's face immediately turned red. He stood up and retreated behind the large potted plant, staring at the door. Jesus Christ! How could he forget that these two people could do this in any strange occasion!
The leaves of the green plants trembled, as if mocking him.

Before Stones could think of any more random things in his mind (such as converting sound into pictures), footsteps were heard from the elevator at the other end of the corridor.

“How bad is it?”
"It's hard to say, but the preliminary diagnosis is a ligament tear."

"Damn, ripped?"
"There is a possibility of misdiagnosis, and further examination is recommended."

"How long will he rest, conservatively estimated?"
"At least four weeks."

Stones carefully leaned out to look, oh no! Guardiola and the team doctor were rushing here! The English defender was immediately panicked. If they were allowed to open the door and see that scene, God, he couldn't imagine it!
……

At the same time, on the other side of the door, two people did not feel the slightest sense of crisis.

De Bruyne grabbed Batistuta's light-colored hair with one hand and pressed the back of his head with the other, completely lacking his usual sense of propriety. Even though this would cause Batistuta to be hit by his teeth and bring a bad experience, the psychological sense of victory was greater and overwhelmed the slight discomfort.

“Uh——”

Batty knelt on the ground, spread his knees as he requested, put his hands behind his back, and looked up at him slightly.

"Be good." De Bruyne released one hand and pinched his cheek.

The difficulty in breathing made Batty's eyes red, and his blue eyes were covered with a layer of physiological mist. No emotion could be seen in them, or rather, too many emotions could be seen.

Love and hunger really complement each other.

De Bruyne felt his heart beating so fast, as if it was going to jump out of his mouth. He was not the kind of person who liked his throat, but today, he thought he might have changed his mind.

Perhaps he touched something, and Batty subconsciously wanted to reach out to help.

"Don't move." De Bruyne scolded him, "Is this the extent of your sincerity?"

Batistuta looked at De Bruyne in reproach with red eyes, then obediently put his hands behind his back. As a result, his eyes could no longer hold back the excessive tears, which slowly flowed down his red cheeks, passed his chin, and finally dripped onto the ground.

De Bruyne's eyes followed Batty's tears all the way, but they stopped at his throat. Batty was wearing a gray sweatshirt with a white shirt underneath, and the second button was buttoned. Maybe he had been kneeling for too long, so the sweatshirt left a mark on his body. De Bruyne understood that Batty had just reached out to loosen his collar.

"Sorry," the Belgian midfielder apologized as he stepped up his intensity, "I guess it's time I helped you out."

De Bruyne changed his hand to hold down Batistuta's hair, and used the free hand to forcefully release the restraint.

'patta'

The button was pulled off and fell to the ground.

Batistuta maintained the movement that made his jaw ache, looking at the buttons and then at De Bruyne.

Meaning - 'This is my favorite shirt.'

De Bruyne understood what he meant but had no intention of apologising, although he wanted to do so for a moment.

"This is your fault, Barty," he said lightly. "You were told to wear it."

Batistuta released his hands, which were pretending to be pinned behind his back, and patted De Bruyne's good leg as a warning. He now had a sore throat.

What he didn't expect was that De Bruyne didn't buy it at all.

"I told you to apologize with sincerity, Batistuta," the Belgian midfielder said. "Keep going until I say stop."

……

Guardiola was discussing De Bruyne's injury with the team doctor. Just as he was about to touch the door handle, a voice suddenly came from behind, which scared both him and the team doctor.

"Oh hi! Gentlemen! I'm sorry to bother you but - uh, I mean, you can't go in." Stones spoke loudly and incoherently, hoping that his voice could be heard clearly by the two people inside.

"John? Why are you here?" Guardiola frowned, "Aren't you with Batistuta—"

Before he finished speaking, the head coach froze as if he had thought of something. He stared at Stones with wide eyes and pointed at the door behind him with his thumb: "Is Batistuta in there? And Kevin, are they alone in there?"

Guardiola was very serious and Stones was completely frightened like a little chicken. At that moment, he had no time to think about the reason why the coach asked this question, or he didn't think that the coach was also aware of the relationship between Batistuta and Kevin.

But he still did not forget his duties and shook his head like a rattle.

"No, Batistuta is not here." Stones tried not to appear so nervous. "I just - uh, Alan came just now and said that Kevin's injury was not good, which made him feel a little bad. Batistuta chatted with him for a few words and then came out, saying that he was going to... uh, get some pudding to make Kevin feel better."

Guardiola looked at him suspiciously, and the team doctor scratched his hair, completely at a loss.

"So, can we go in now?" asked the team doctor.

"Uh, of course." Stones swallowed, "Oh! Wait!" He called the head coach and the team doctor again, "Can I ask how Kevin's knee is doing? The upcoming schedule is quite tight. We will play Liverpool and Manchester United soon. I want to have a better idea."

This is true. He urgently needs to know whether their midfield general can catch up with the important game. After all, Manchester City is now ranked second in the Premier League behind Liverpool.

"We don't know yet." Guardiola's attention seemed to be distracted, and he gave Stones a forced smile. "We all hope that he can catch up with those two games, but we still have to prepare for the worst."

Stones nodded.

"Trust your teammates." The team doctor added, "Kevin is a strong and rational person, he will be fine."

Oh, of course he'll be fine, Stones rolled his eyes and thought, he still has the mood to do that with Batistuta, there's no one better than him in the whole club. It should be about time, the England defender waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, Guardiola opened the door and walked in with the team doctor one after the other.

The moment he opened the door, Stones glanced inside. He only saw Kevin De Bruyne sitting on the edge of the bed with a natural expression. Batistuta was nowhere to be seen, and the curtains that had just been placed on the windowsill had been lowered at some point.

……

Let's go back 3 minutes.

Stones' shouting did attract the attention of the two people in the room, but it was Batistuta who reacted more. He heard the footsteps outside the door first. They belonged to two people. If it was just Pep Guardiola pushing the door in, he might not hide, but the team doctor was there and he couldn't take the risk.

De Bruyne was completely ruthless and let go. He didn't care about being seen. At that moment, he even thought it would be best if people saw it like this, so that the news about him and Batistuta would spread to the ears of everyone in the club, letting everyone know that he was the one who dared to do it with Batistuta here and not some newcomer.

But Batty was not happy.

The Belgian midfielder still knew how to measure the situation. When Batistuta struggled to stand up, he did not stop him. At the same time, he decided on his last punishment.

"Hey!"

Batty felt his eyes go white.

Those things that had only a moment's warmth and turned cold almost immediately were all over his face, and some even got stuck on his eyelashes.

"This is your fault," De Bruyne said in a stern tone. "You should have expected this to happen, Batistuta."

Batistuta was about to lose his temper, but after meeting De Bruyne's eyes with difficulty, he found himself still addicted to the other party's tough attitude.

"Okay, okay, my bad." He slowed his voice and said, "What should I do now, Kevin? Is it too late for me to run to lock the door and then jump out the window to escape?"

Just like the bad boys in many youth movies who climb through girls' windows at night to have a tryst, in order to avoid the surveillance of the girls' parents, he would jump out of the window and escape when he got what he wanted.

But this time his identity is different, he is the one who is being asked for benefits, Batti thought.

"I don't care." De Bruyne said in Batistuta's usual tone. He looked at him and twisted his mouth suggestively. "Clean it up yourself and find a place to hide yourself, because you are the one who apologizes for doing something wrong."

profound--

Batty wiped the stuff off his face with the back of his hand: "I admit it, I admit everything, can you forgive me now?"

"We'll talk about that later." De Bruyne smiled, "Don't be angry, I just did what you usually do to me."

Batty smiled and gave him two middle fingers, then glanced around the room and hid behind the curtains before the door was opened.

Oh, that's too bad.

He took out the only remaining crumpled tissue from his pocket and cleaned himself. His throat and mouth corners were sore, but he was happy in his heart.

Listening to the conversation between Guardiola, the team doctor and De Bruyne, Batistuta breathed softly. His breathing was controllable, but his heartbeat was uncontrollable. This feeling of being in a dangerous situation gave him an inexplicable sense of happiness.

Suddenly, Batty had a particularly asshole idea -

It would be nice if two people could be squeezed into one.

……

"Yes, Kevin, you will not be able to play for 4-6 weeks." Guardiola said as calmly as possible, "Don't worry about the team, take this time to rest, you will be fine."

"4-6 weeks?" De Bruyne frowned. "So it's a recurrence of an old injury, right? Let me guess, is it a sprain this time? No, it's a tear."

"Maybe it's not that bad," the team doctor consoled him. "We'll arrange for you to go to Barcelona for a more comprehensive examination and treatment. You'll stay there for a week at most, and then you can return to Manchester to recuperate."

De Bruyne lowered his head and remained silent. Guardiola thought he was really worried about Batistuta, so he stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "Your injury will not affect Batistuta. I just talked to him on the court and I will talk to him in the next few days. The kid is growing up and will be fine."

"You know I'm worried about something else." The Belgian midfielder gave his head coach a look.

Oh, Neymar.

"Don't worry, I will let the little bastard call you every day." Guardiola said, trying not to appear too dry. To be honest, he didn't know how Batistuta and Neymar would stick together when De Bruyne was not in the locker room. "Remember to listen to the doctor, the club will send someone to follow you, and recover well. There are some things that can only be answered if you are present."

Batty curled his lips behind the curtain.

God is really a joke. He just felt that Kevin was going to be exiled to Spain.

Guardiola and the team doctor were reluctant to leave the room, and De Bruyne wanted to make Batistuta feel uncomfortable for a while, so he didn't try to get rid of them. After a while, more team doctors came to the room, and they helped De Bruyne leave the room to prepare for Barcelona.

To be on the safe side, Batty waited for 5 minutes until there was no movement in the room before coming out from behind the curtains. He threw the tissue into the trash can, took out wet wipes from the drawer and cleaned up again, then he walked out of the room like a normal person.

Stones disappeared at the door and no one knew where he went. Just when Batistuta wanted to call him, Guardiola appeared from the stairs.

"Hey Batty, I'm looking for you." The head coach waved and called him, "Come on, come here, I have something to say to you."

Batty put the black screened phone back into his pocket: "What's up?"

He didn't look like he knew what a great job he had just given Kevin, so Manchester City's Brazilian Rose relaxed a little.

"It's about Kevin." Guardiola put his arm around Batistuta's shoulders with concern. "Kevin's old knee injury has relapsed. It's a ligament injury. He needs to recuperate and may need to miss at least 4-6 weeks. Of course, it's not your fault. You should visit him and call him when you need to, but don't take it personally. The team needs you."

Batty nodded: "I know."

Kevin's injury wasn't entirely his fault, but some of it should still be attributed to him.

From a personal perspective, he has already apologized, and from the team's perspective -

He will do his best to make amends.

"That's good to know." Guardiola patted him on the back. "Also, during Kevin's time here, our tactics will be adjusted to some extent. Bernardo will replace him, and you will be the permanent starter. Train with him more and help him adapt to the starting rhythm as soon as possible."

"Don't worry, Pep, I will take good care of my team." Batistuta showed the head coach a bright smile, "Kevin has told me that I have to take responsibility, responsible for the team and the fans. Don't worry, you can trust me, I will be the best team core you have ever experienced."

Guardiola was stunned.

"Take care of his team."
"The best, the core of the team."

No one had ever said such words to him before. The Catalan coach felt like something in his heart was touched. At that moment, he thought of the soft and shy child he had coached at Barcelona.

They are completely different, the coach thought, but will be equally good.

"Yeah." Guardiola raised a gentle and trusting smile, reached out and patted Batistuta on the back of his head, "I believe you."

(End of this chapter)