[Football] Bad Boy Batty

"It's true that we didn't win the game because of the shin guards! That thing is my amulet. Without it, I have lost my luck."

Two days after losing to Chelsea in the league, at the Etihad training ground, in the afternoon, the temperature was very low, the sun was shining, and there was a light breeze.

The outdoor training had just ended, and Neymar volunteered to drive the transport cart to deliver two bags full of training balls. Batistuta sat lazily on the passenger seat, with one leg spread wide apart and the other stretched straight on the rearview mirror. He complained to Neymar about the loss of the ball due to not wearing lucky shin guards.

"You're a little bit irritable, Batistuta baby, that's not good," Neymar said with a smile. "And - you have to put your legs down, that's dangerous."

He was in a good mood today. Although they lost to Chelsea in the midweek game, his father agreed to let him make a documentary.

Batistuta stroked his hair and said, "Of course I am angry! We lost! The unbeaten record we maintained when you were playing in the French Farmers' League! Just like that, it's gone!"

Neymar reached out and patted his knee soothingly, but the little king pulled his legs back and pushed his hand down. He 'beeped' twice in annoyance, and then made a low, meaningless sound from his throat like a zombie.

Batty added: "--and it's not dangerous! I can stay where I want! If you don't like it, just turn the car over!"

"Don't worry, I'm a good driver, you will arrive safely." Neymar smiled and stroked Batistuta's hair, "Don't be angry Batistuta, this is how football competition works, keep calm."

"I am very calm! And I am not angry!" Batistuta blew away the hair that fell in front of his eyes. He glanced at Neymar who was driving happily over there. "In a sense, you are more Brazilian than me, you heartless popcorn machine!"

Neymar spread his hands: "I am older than you, and I started playing professional football earlier than you. Winning and losing is easy for me to digest."

Batty rolled his eyes at him and insisted on his opinion.

"How about we park the car later, go in through the side door and play a trick on them?" Neymar suggested. "The little Portuguese guy (B席) laughed at my poor English yesterday. Let's teach him a little lesson."

"Pranks don't make me feel better, dear." Batistuta gave Neymar a fake smile. "By the way, although Bernardo is always naughty, he was right this time. Your English is really terrible."

"Hey!"

"Did I say something wrong? Do you understand a few words of English besides simple greetings and swear words?"

"--All right."

The two men went into the warehouse arguing. Neymar parked the car, Batistuta handed the two bags of footballs to the administrator, clapped his hands and prepared to go inside to continue special training.

At this time Neymar suddenly grabbed him.

Batty turned his head and looked over in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just..." Neymar suddenly became serious, "Tell me how to make you feel better, a sex that is completely in line with your preferences, okay?"

Batty was stunned.

It took him a while to realize that Neymar was referring to the hobby that he would often ask for but was always refused, with his hand on his throat, that would take away his breath.

Neymar hates this, so it seems that he has made a great determination to say such things.

"puff--"

Batistuta couldn't help laughing out loud. He hooked his arms around Neymar's neck, leaned over and kissed him quickly on the corner of his mouth where the administrator couldn't see.

"Thank you," he said. "I'm glad you're willing to give in, but you don't have to."

"Then what will make you happy?" Neymar pulled him closer. "Tell me, I will do my best to help you achieve it."

Batty smiled.

"Victory," he said. "Only winning makes me happy."

……

Three days later, on December 3, the English League Cup quarter-finals kicked off with Leicester City facing Manchester City at home.

This was a good opportunity for Neymar to fulfill his promise and help the team achieve a big victory together with Batistuta, but due to the intensive schedule during the Christmas period, Guardiola rotated most of the team to allow the main players to get sufficient rest, and Neymar put on the orange substitute vest.

Batistuta, the young king of Manchester City who had not scored a goal for a month for the first time in his career, was kept in the starting lineup. The sooner he scores a goal and breaks the drought, the sooner he can get away from public opinion.

In this game, Phil Foden, known as the Prince of Manchester City, was once again qualified to start. This was his second time starting for Manchester City this season and the first time in his career that he started with Batistuta.

From the moment he got on the bus, he was extremely excited and kept stealing glances at Batistuta, to an extent that even caught Neymar's attention.

"Are you familiar with him?" Neymar pulled Batistuta over and asked in a low voice, "Why does he keep looking at you?"

Batistuta turned his head to look over, and Foden immediately looked away and pretended to check his phone. Batistuta curled the corners of his mouth, turned his head back and replied: "Yeah, I know him well. He's a kid from the youth training. You can find him on Wikipedia. He played well in your position and David Silva's position. He was the prince when I first came."

"Such a high evaluation?" Neymar had already searched the result on Baidu Encyclopedia. He quickly looked at the content above and said, "He is only one year younger than you."

"Hmm?" Batty didn't hear his mumbling and raised his eyebrows to look over. "Why, do you feel a sense of crisis?"

Neymar glared at Batistuta in reproach and did not answer any further questions.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Batty rolled his eyes slightly and buried his head in chatting with his friend who lived in the underworld in China.

'Don't think too much, being too possessive is not a good thing, it will push the little bastard away. 'Neymar hinted to himself in his heart, 'Don't make the same mistake as the Belgian, believe in Batistuta, you are his favorite, always, no one can replace you. '

……

In this game, David Silva and Fernandinho were both on the bench, and the most experienced Eric Garcia was not yet a starter, so the captain's armband was worn on Batistuta's arm.

As usual, he fist-bumped everyone before the game. "It will get better, I mean, your goal drought." Batty suddenly said as soon as he stood in front of Foden, "Believe me, I will try my best to give you assists, and you will break the goal drought."

Foden said it very seriously and Batistuta blinked.

"Okay, thank you. I'll be waiting for you then." He gave the other person a hug and said, "Good luck in the game."

"Ah, you too."

……

however--

Phil Foden and Batistuta tried their best, but accidents always happen. In the 31st minute of the game, a happy boy once again became the focus of the game.

Because he masturbated again.

Still, Batistuta's wonderful pass, which seemed like De Bruyne was possessed, was wasted.

Looking at the football flying into the stands, Batistuta seemed to hear the sound of his heart breaking into pieces. Just a few seconds ago, when he received the pass from Foden and made an assist, he had even thought about how to call Kevin to show off tonight. As a result, Sterling kicked away all his beautiful fantasies.

"RAHIM!!!"

……

Leicester City, which bought Maguire this season, did not have very ideal results, but today, they performed exceptionally well and dragged Manchester City, which was almost a second team, into a penalty shootout.

Batistuta no longer wanted to say anything. He rested his knees on the sidelines to recover his strength.

The good news is that he broke his 35-day goal drought. Young player Foden made a surgical pass in the 53rd minute of the second half, and Batistuta scored the winning goal.

The bad news is that Manchester City's midfield mistake gave Leicester City a chance to counterattack. At the end of regular time, the two teams were tied 1-1. There was no overtime in the League Cup, so both sides went directly into the penalty shootout.

At the same time, Batistuta's complaints about Sterling reached their peak. The happy English boy wasted a total of three chances in this game, each one more headache-inducing than the last.

At the end of the game, Batistuta even lost his temper on the court and refused to pass the ball to Sterling no matter what, even if the opponent was in a good position, silently confronting Guardiola.

He really couldn't understand why Pep was unwilling to substitute Sterling when he wasted so many opportunities?
and so--

Even if we don't want to admit it, the fact that Manchester City was forced into a penalty shootout was partly due to Batistuta's fault.

"Give me your name! We have to arrange the penalties, who will be the first!" Arteta walked in quickly with a notebook.

Sterling raised his hands high, he must atone for his sins.

Batty had no objection.

So the order of Manchester City's penalties became: Sterling first, Jesus second, Batistuta third, Zinchenko fourth, and Foden fifth.

Batistuta went to guess the side of the coin with the referee, and Leicester City was awarded the first penalty.

In the first round, Leicester City striker Pereira scored a powerful penalty kick, and Sterling stepped forward solemnly and also scored the penalty kick. Leicester City tied with Manchester City 2-2.

In the second round, Leicester City defender Fuchs missed the kick and Jesus scored, Leicester City 2-3 Manchester City.

In the third round, Leicester City midfielder Maddison's shot to the bottom left corner was saved by Muric. Batistuta's penalty hit the post and bounced out because he was too focused on the angle. The score remained unchanged, Leicester City 2-3 Manchester City.

Batistuta was completely unable to concentrate on the following penalty shootout. His mind was filled with the replay of his missed penalty, and his brain automatically simulated the replay from all angles, with no blind spots.

This was the first time he missed a penalty in his career.

From Santos to Manchester City, from Brazil to England, from the age of 6 to 19, his first blood was taken away by Leicester City.

Batistuta had thought about many scenarios of himself missing a penalty, but when he was actually on the field, it was a different feeling.

[beep——]
The referee's whistle sounded.

Leicester City missed a penalty again, but Zinchenko scored a penalty kick. Leicester City 2-4 Manchester City got a ticket to the League Cup semi-finals!
Manchester City won and the little king broke his scoring drought, but he couldn't be happy.

Even the post-match celebration was forced. After thanking the fans, Batistuta couldn't wait to turn around and return to the locker room. He really wanted to travel back to five minutes ago and grab himself and slap him on the collar for being so stubborn and pursuing the angle.

I told you to pursue angles, but you missed some points.

There was an empty mineral water bottle lying quietly on the road. Batty thought for two seconds, then stepped forward and crushed it.

There must be some camera shooting right at him, and when it's posted online, those maggots will scold him for being narrow-minded and unable to accept defeat. He thought maliciously, let them scold him, he doesn't care anyway.

Stepping on a water bottle and breaking it on the away field?

So what, was anyone hurt? No.

and so--

Humph.

(End of this chapter)