[Football] Bad Boy Batty

On August 8, in the third round of the Premier League, Manchester City defeated West Ham United 28-3 at home. In the afternoon of the same day, the official website announced the last and most significant transfer deal of this summer's transfer window.

The 17-year-old Brazilian striker Batista Moreira transferred to Manchester City for 3000 million pounds, signed a 5-year contract, wore the No. 9 jersey, and had a weekly salary of 18 pounds (before tax).

Previously, this young player who became famous in the Olympics had a lot of scandals with Real Madrid, but when facing reporters, everyone kept silent, which made them have to consider that this was just a smokescreen to raise the price.

In addition, the contract also includes goal bonuses, attendance bonuses, and a series of reward and punishment measures.

However, what people are most concerned about is when his labor permit can be issued.

Without a work permit, no matter how good a player is, he will just sit on the bench.

According to the regulations, players from non-EU countries who want to obtain a work permit must have participated in 75% of their country's national team games in the past year, and these games must meet international A-level standards. At the same time, the country's FIFA ranking cannot be lower than 64th.

A football powerhouse like Brazil naturally doesn't worry about rankings and competition levels.

But the problem is that Batistuta is not yet an adult and has not joined the Brazilian national team. The only international competition he has participated in, apart from the U-17 World Cup, is the Olympics, and this proportion is far less than 75%.

So at the post-match press conference, a reporter expressed people's concerns to Guardiola.

"Regarding this, I don't think it will be any trouble." Guardiola scratched his head and said in his usual low and short tone: "They told me that Batistuta would be my player and I don't have to worry about anything else. So you too, I believe the club will not go to great lengths to buy a player who can't play."

With the official stamp from the head coach, people felt relieved for the time being.

Their focus then shifted to Batistuta's weekly salary.

[18 pounds? That's almost the highest salary in the team, second only to Aguero. Is it worth it to give it to him?]

In an online poll on this issue, more than 50% of Manchester City fans thought the salary was too high. They have not seen Batistuta's performance at the Etihad Stadium yet, and many are worried about whether he can adapt to the pace of the Premier League and whether he will quickly become obsolete like his predecessor Robinho. *
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Just because he scored 4 goals in the second half of the final under pressure, I think it was worth it

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That was the Olympics. Now it's the Premier League. Who doesn't know how intense the Premier League is? And it seems that this little Batistuta is not a quiet guy. If he is dazzled by Manchester City's nightlife, it's hard to say whether he is the next Robinho.

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I think Batistuta is stronger, like a mix of Romario and Ronaldinho. That final really speaks volumes. The team was 3-0 in the first half, but Germany overturned the score in the second half and dragged the game into overtime. What kind of pressure was that? Most people would have given up long ago. For example, Milan and Liverpool in Istanbul that year, if Batistuta was there, Milan wouldn't have been repeatedly criticized until now.

……

Although the discussion on the Internet is in full swing, Batistuta doesn't care much about it. He is now on a plane to Manchester.

To be precise, it is a special plane.

Of course, Batty himself cannot afford it. This is a private jet customized for his godfather by Gulfstream Aerospace Corporation and does not belong to any series announced by the company.

It is much larger than ordinary private jets and can accommodate up to 20 people, with all leisure and entertainment facilities available.

"You can't not eat fruit. Come on, have another piece." Niu Qiu brought a fruit plate to feed Batty. "There are still seven hours left. You can't keep staring at your phone. Put it down and give your eyes a rest."

Batty pouted and said, "I find you are becoming more and more like a mother, Loach. Is it because I am the boss's authority not enough?"

"No, you are still my boss, I will do anything you ask." Loach said, picking up a piece of apple, "but before that you have to finish it."

Batty pushed the Apple away and raised his phone to shake it: "Let's talk about that later, look here first--"

Loach moved closer and was shocked by the message on it.

"Your godfather publicly stated on Twitter that he would give you a villa as a signing gift?" The black boy quickly took out his phone to check Twitter. "This is crazy. Edmundo has a lot of money but nowhere to go... huh?"

Loach suddenly stopped, his hands trembling slightly as he looked through the comments.

"Uh, Barty."

"what happened?"

"Did you complain to your godfather in the comments section that the villa was too far from the training ground?"

"Yeah, of course. You see, although the house is big and luxurious, it is in the suburbs. I have to get up half an hour earlier every day to drive to the training ground."

"Then?"

"You have eyes, see for yourself." That being said, Batty still answered Loach's silly question: "Getting up early to work is a nightmare. Edmundo said he would help me find a closer house, but it might not be a villa but an apartment."

Batty's tone was extremely natural, as if he was saying, "This piece of bread is not good, let's buy another one."

The loach almost had its soul leaving its body.

He had known that Batty's godfather doted on him, but this, this was too much.

Just then, a new reply came.

Loach opened Twitter, and three minutes later - "Bati, your godfather, he, uh, he has bought you a new apartment, only five minutes away from the training ground."

Batty pinched a grape and put it in his mouth: "That's not bad, which floor is it on?"

"...I can't answer you this for now." Loach said dryly. Facing Batty's puzzled face, he swallowed his saliva: "He bought the whole building."

Batty blinked. “Wow!”

……

Soon, the names of Batistuta and his godfather topped the trending search lists in many countries.

#Ronaldinho's son joins Manchester City
#Bati's transfer gift is an apartment in a building
#I have never seen such a domineering person.

At the same time, at Guardiola's house, the Catalan coach was petrified as he watched the trending searches.

No wonder Batty said it was no problem even though he had never been to the UK.

An entire building of luxury apartments is located in the most expensive area in Manchester, with the rent alone costing up to 60 pounds a month.

melon:……

The next morning, Batistuta arrived in Manchester and moved into his apartment. What was waiting for him was an almost full schedule.

"Although there is a lot of stuff written on it, it is not difficult to actually implement it," said Sam Eli.

He is the executor responsible for integrating Batistuta into Manchester City and also the translator. He is 26 years old, a die-hard fan of Manchester City, a mixed-race of Portuguese and British, born in Manchester City, and started working at the club before graduating from high school.

In the future, as long as Batistuta is still in Manchester City, he will be his most loyal partner. The operation of the team is very complicated, and new players often get familiar with the club staff rather than their teammates first.

Sam brought Batistuta his work permit. Just this morning, Manchester City cited the "genius clause" to apply to the Football Association. With the help of gold coins, they got everything done smoothly.

"I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. We'll go to the club for a personal interview first, then put you in the club's jersey to take photos and videos, and then meet with the sponsors."

Sam introduced the itinerary point by point. For a man of his age, his personality was a little old-fashioned.

"After lunch, we will go to the youth training base. From there, we will see the Etihad Stadium... Sorry you are a little late. The new season has already started. Otherwise, we would have prepared an absolutely warm welcome ceremony for you. There would be more than 5 people coming to see you."

Batty slumped on the sofa, looking like he was about to fall asleep.

Sam didn't care and continued talking about the arrangements for the next few days.

Soon, Barty couldn't stand it anymore and fell on the sofa. He rolled over twice and blocked his ears with a pillow. "Please shut up. I don't need to know so many details. You've been with me all the time, haven't you?"

"That's true, but you should still--"

Sam didn't get to finish his words because a flying pillow hit his nose and choked him off.

Batty bared his teeth: "If you don't shut up, the next thing that's going to hit you in the face won't be a soft pillow but a desk lamp!"

"Okay, okay—oh!" The translator dodged the phone that flew towards him again with difficulty (didn't he say desk lamp?), pinched his nose and lowered his voice to say to Loach, "I'm leaving now, you take good care of him, I'll pick him up at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, don't be late."

Loach nodded.

Sam Eli left the luxury apartment.

On the way, he looked at the No. 9 jersey on the back seat of the car, remembered the owner of the jersey who had just lost his temper in the apartment, and felt for the first time the difficulty of this job.

……

Of course, Mr. Eli’s hardships will continue.

The next morning at 7:45, Sam came to the West Tower Apartment again. He thought he would see Batty ready to go, but in fact, there was only Loach at the door.

"Where's Buddy?" he asked.

Loach looked at his watch, then shook his head to signal him to keep his voice down.

Sam took a moment to react, anger rising to his head.

"He's not up yet!" The angry Englishman pushed Loach aside and rushed in. "It's almost 8 o'clock. Did I ever tell you not to be late? You——"

He pushed open the bedroom door and was about to reason, but he froze in place when he saw Batty's sleeping face.

In the room, Batty was wrapped in a thick blanket and sleeping soundly with the air conditioner on. While sleeping, he lost his usual arrogant look of "I am the best in the world" and looked particularly well-behaved.

"Oh - he is such an angel." Sam exclaimed, but soon realized that something was wrong. He shook his head to get rid of the pink love in front of him and became serious again. "Even an angel can't be late! I have to get him up."

Loach stopped him, then reached out and tapped the dial of his watch.

What happened to time?
Sam didn't understand and didn't want to understand. He just wanted to wake Buddy up quickly.

However, after repeated persuasion from Loach, the British man reluctantly took a look at the dial.

It is now 7:49:51 in the morning.

Sam looked up and raised his eyebrows to ask. Loach made a gesture to keep quiet, then pointed at the watch, then at Buddy, and whispered, "5, 4, 3, 2, 1--"

As the second hand jumped to 12, the time came to 7:50. Sam watched as Buddy, who had just been sleeping like an angel, suddenly sat up from the bed, yawned, picked up the clothes beside him and walked into the bathroom (probably because Loach had prepared them in advance).

The translator was stunned.

The honey-colored skin, with a blush from just waking up, was smooth and had clear lines. The sweat beads that oozed out were slowly, slowly flowing down to the edge of the elastic band, and then disappeared into——

Etc., etc!

What on earth was he thinking? Sam slapped himself twice in the face. That was his player!

After waking up, the Englishman looked at Loach in disbelief: "I saw with my own eyes that he was sleeping one second and sat up the next second. What the hell is going on!"

Loach shrugged, "It's not over yet."

Then Sam watched Batty take care of everything for himself quickly within 10 minutes like a programmed robot, and then appear in front of him fully dressed at the second when the hour hand pointed to 8.

It really is, exactly the same.

Batty even had time to choose a perfume from the cabinet and spray it on!
Facing Sam Eli's look of looking at him like a monster, Batty raised his eyebrows jokingly. In the past ten years, he had fooled countless people like this.

The boy shook his light-colored hair, raised his head, and smiled brighter than the sun.

"Come on, Mr. Eli, I'm ready."

……

When he left the apartment, Sam-Eli was still shaken.

"That's all?" Loach shook his head, stretched out his hand to help him close his jaw, and then said with a gloating look: "Humph, you'll suffer in the future."

The interpreter stumbled.

God, what kind of player did they get!
(End of this chapter)