[Football] Bad Boy Batty

Sam Eli took Batistuta to the billboard at Manchester City headquarters, where all official interviews were recorded. Batistuta had already changed into Manchester City's training uniform, and he sat on a chair, obediently accepting the help of the staff to tidy up his hair and clothes.

The person in charge of the filming was a young woman named Anna, who was Asian and looked to be in her early 30s. She was praising Batty's innocent face under the camera.

"We really found a treasure this time. Look at this little face, it's so tender that you can squeeze water out of it." Anna raised her elbow to touch Sam beside her, "Why didn't this little angel go to make a movie? It's such a waste for her to play football with such a face."

Little Angel...

Sam saw Barty's teasing smile and his mouth twitched.

"He's not an angel, Anna," he warned. "Don't be fooled by that face. He's a devil."

Anna didn't care, waved her hand and ran to adjust the camera.

"I'm all right here, Sam," she said. "You go talk to Buddy. He'll decide when to start. The signal is to clap your hands."

"No problem." Sam nodded to Anna, then walked towards Batty. "I will ask you questions in Portuguese in the interview later. Just answer them normally. Don't say anything out of line. We'll just go through the process."

Batty looked up and asked, "What is considered out of line?"

"Uh..." Sam was stumped for a moment. "Just, if you're asked about your feelings about the transfer, just answer that you're happy. If you're asked about Manchester City, just praise it. It's very simple. I remember there's an official answer template. Who can give me a copy?"

Soon the template came into Batti's hands, but he just glanced at it and threw it to the loach next to him.

“It’s all in English. I can’t understand it.”

SAM: ...

How could I forget this?

The translator pinched his swollen and aching temple and said, "Forget it. Just remember that when you don't know what to say, the more official your answer is, the better."

Batty seemed to understand and nodded.

"Okay, that's it, hold your pose, Batista joins the interview now--" Sam walked out of the camera and clapped his hands on the board, "Begin."

……

【Welcome to Manchester City, Batistuta. First of all, you have been playing in Brazil before. Signing with Manchester City is an important decision in your career. How do you feel now?】

Batistuta smiled sweetly: "I feel great. When I was young, I looked forward to playing football in Europe in the future, and now it has come true. Manchester City is an amazing club. Before the interview, someone took me to visit the facilities inside. There are many things I have never seen before. It feels good, and Manchester is a good city. I have a feeling that something wonderful will happen here."

Sam Eli outside the camera was very pleased. Although he was not as excited as other young players who had just landed in Europe, this answer was considered quite satisfactory, at least much better than he expected.

Perhaps he had wronged Batty, the translator thought, this child could still show his angelic side.

But soon Sam couldn't laugh anymore.

[There are still many fans here who are not familiar with you. How would you introduce yourself to them? ]

Batty's smile grew wider, as if he had been waiting for this question for a long time.

He nodded his mouth and said to the camera: "I am Batista Moreira, the best in the world, and I am here to lead Manchester City to win the championship."

What an arrogant statement.

The world's "best"?
"Leading" Manchester City?
"Win the championship"?
Sam couldn't imagine what kind of criticism this video would bring after it was released. The only person in the world of football who is so crazy is the Frenchman Griezmann, and now he has been almost criticized by the media.

Looking at Batty's still innocent face in the camera, Sam felt that his future was dark.

……

Meanwhile, at the Città della Sera, also known as the new La Masia training center, on the outskirts of Barcelona, ​​Neymar was absent-mindedly doing warm-up exercises.

Today's training was very easy, with no confrontational training or group matches scheduled, because tomorrow they will be playing away against Athletic Bilbao, a team that should not be underestimated, so the training the day before should not be too strenuous.

"What are you thinking about? You're so absent-minded." Alves hooked his arm around Neymar's neck from behind and teased, "Could it be that you've been seduced by some nightclub chick?"

Neymar waved his hands: "No, don't talk nonsense."

"Then why are you so sullen?" Alves shrugged. "As a club teammate and a senior in the national team, I have the obligation and responsibility to help you."

"Thank you for your concern, Dani, but I'm really fine." Neymar refused to share his inner secrets. He glanced at the side and found the right opportunity to slip away quickly. "Oh, Leo is calling me. It must be something important. Let's talk about it later. I'm going over first. See you later."

Alves touched his chin and narrowed his eyes at Neymar's back.

It's indeed suspicious.

Alves's doubts were not answered until the afternoon training started. Neymar forgot to turn on the silent mode of his phone and started yelling in the locker room.

[The Manchester City club you follow has started broadcasting, hurry up and go online to cheer for your favorite anchor! ]

Neymar looked embarrassed. Before today, he had never known that the reminder sound was so loud. The entire locker room and even the shower room could hear it clearly.

“Aha! I caught you!” Alves laughed and rushed over to snatch the phone. “You are still following Manchester City! Let me see——”

"Hey! Give it back to me! I didn't let you see it!" Neymar was angry and rushed forward to fight with Alves. He was not ready to expose Batistuta to his teammates in the locker room. "Stop it, Dani, give it back to me!"

"No, you are a Barcelona player, but you are still following Manchester City. I have to see what your motive is." Alves dodged flexibly and refused to return the phone to Neymar. "If you don't want to transfer, why are you afraid of me seeing it?"

At this moment, Pique, Messi, and Suarez rushed over after hearing the noise. Pique walked over with a wicked smile and easily snatched Neymar's phone from Alves' hand.

"Let me see what's in here." He grabbed Neymar's hand and forcibly unlocked the screen. "Huh? This is-"

The live broadcast on the screen has begun. With the cheers and whistles of the fans below the stage, the young man in the blue Manchester City jersey performed a series of dazzling juggling moves.

"Oh, isn't this the little genius who scored 5 goals in a single game at the Olympics? It turns out he went to Manchester City." Pique looked at Neymar with a smile, "It's just that his national team teammate made his debut in the new club. There's nothing to hide."

Alves patted his clothes and stood up, pulling Neymar up as well. Pique returned the phone to Neymar, then turned on the TV and broadcast the live broadcast simultaneously.

"If you want to watch it, just watch it openly. Besides, the screen in the locker room is bigger and clearer." He poked Messi's shoulder and said, "I remember you told me about this kid. He called A Kun and you answered the phone, right?" Messi nodded. "Yeah, he's a pretty good boy."

"What was his name?" Suarez asked. "I didn't watch the Olympics."

"Bati, his name is Batistuta," Neymar answered quickly. He looked at the flamboyant boy on the big screen, then at his phone, looking a little depressed.

"Oh, Batistuta, that's a good name." Pique showed his hidden smile, "It reminds me of the God of War Batistuta, who was also called Batistuta."

The camera zoomed in on the screen, Batistuta's face was magnified, the rare golden sunshine in Manchester shone on him, and his bright smile was clearly displayed in front of everyone.

Pique clicked his tongue: "But this Batistuta is much prettier than the previous one. Look at his smile, it's like honey. Hey! He also likes to wear his socks above his knees, absolutely, the fans will love him - and these lips, they look so kissable."

Neymar gave him an elbow with a dark face.

Pique laughed and ran away. Neymar did not chase him. He held his phone, muttered to himself, and went to find a place to watch it.

Messi saw everything, and when the room was quiet, he threw the towel into the cupboard, then took out his mobile phone to send a message to Aguero.

"That new guy of yours is quite interesting."

……

After signing the jersey of the last little fan, Batistuta was escorted by security personnel to the car, and he was about to return to Manchester City headquarters from the Etihad Stadium.

Today's schedule is over, and he will start formal training from tomorrow.

Batty relaxed and prepared to call Loach. "Let's go to the basement first. My friend is still here." He said to the driver, "Just drop me off at the gate. I drove here."

"Sorry, friend, I won't do exactly what you say."

Ok?
A strange voice came from the driving seat, and Batistuta realized that the driver had been replaced. He looked up and saw that the person sitting there was Manchester City's current top star, Argentine Sergio Aguero.

"Aguero? How could you--" Batistuta was very surprised. He put down his phone and sat in the middle. "Hello, teammate. You know, I have thought of countless scenarios for meeting, and this is definitely not what I expected."

"Believe me, it's not what anyone expected." Aguero turned and winked at Batistuta. "I think you're done for today, right?"

"Correct."

"Come on, I'll take you to my place." Aguero started the car. "But unfortunately, we can only have salad and chicken tonight. The nutritionists have not allowed me to eat barbecue since last week. Otherwise, I would have to show you my skills."

Batty raised his eyebrows but did not refuse.

Soon, they picked up Niqiu and the three of them came to Aguero's residence. It was a two-story duplex apartment with an area of ​​over 3 square meters, simply decorated, and a little far from the training ground.

"Don't be polite, just treat it as your own home." Aguero walked in, "Call me A-Kun, that's what they all call me."

Batty changed his shoes and walked in. It was quieter than he had imagined. "Where are your family members? I remember you have a son."

Aguero was like all the men who lived in bachelor apartments. He started to take off his clothes when he got home. From the entrance to the living room, his belongings were all over the floor. Batistuta was the same, but he was better. Looking at the messy environment around him, Niuqiu forced himself to resist the urge to clean up.

"I usually live alone." Aguero took out three cans of soda and sat on the sofa and said, "Yes, I have a son, Benjamin, but he lives in Argentina with his mother. He comes to my place for a week every month. He just left a few days ago."

"So what do you do on weekdays, when you're not competing or training?" Batty asked as he took the soda. "You're so bored at home alone."

"Yeah, it was boring. But now that I have you, I will definitely not be bored in the future." Aguero smiled, "It's okay, I occasionally go to play with David, David De Gea, we played together in Atletico Madrid, and we were friends at that time."

Suddenly, the phone in Batistuta's pocket rang, and the screen showed that it was a call from Neymar.

The boy thought about it, and finally pressed the red reject button, then turned on the mute function.

"Who is it?" Aguero asked curiously, "Ex-girlfriend?"

"No one, just a friend." Batty answered perfunctorily. He put his chin on his hand and changed the subject: "You know, A-Kun, you should get a dog."

Aguero, who hadn't caught up with the other party's train of thought, was stunned. "What?"

"Yes, get a dog." Batty winked and said, "Then your house won't be so lonely."

Why are pet dogs mentioned suddenly?

Aguero tried to make sense of the logic but he quickly failed.

Maybe this is Batty's way of avoiding the topic?
Just when Aguero was in a daze, Batistuta suddenly felt a vibration in his hand. It was Aguero's phone, and he was also calling.

It seems that the Argentine star has a bad habit of throwing his mobile phone around, no wonder Messi answered the call for him last time.

Batistuta picked up the phone and was about to hand it to the Argentine next to him when he accidentally saw the caller ID on it - "Little Stupid Rio"

Tsk——

Could this note be any stickier?

Batty narrowed his eyes and changed his mind about reminding the other party to answer the phone. He put on a wicked smile, hung up the phone and turned on the silent mode, then stuffed the phone under his butt.

"What's wrong?" Aguero asked.

"Nothing, where were we talking about just now?" Batty licked his lower lip, "Yes, pet dogs. Speaking of this, Loach, why don't we also raise a few dogs--"

……

At the same time in Barcelona, ​​Neymar and Messi were in their respective rooms, looking at the hung up phone in the same way and lost in thought.

(End of this chapter)