[Football] Bad Boy Batty

Batistuta resumed individual training, and soon he returned to the team for joint training. He said nothing about the defeat and the quarrel that broke out among his colleagues, which was what worried the Manchester City players the most.

"You know, I'd rather he just scolded us." During the break at the training ground, B Seat said to Kyle Walker with a water bottle in hand. "It's too quiet now. I'm a little scared of it."

Walker didn't think too much about it, but he agreed with B's words: "We've seen him act like a little bastard so often, it's hard for him to get used to him suddenly becoming obedient." He shrugged, "But it's good this way. If he really started to curse, would the two of them be able to live in peace like they are now?"

B Silva looked over there, and saw Batistuta was practicing shooting with the players in the frontcourt, Jesus was talking to Neymar, Aguero was fiddling with his hair, De Bruyne was standing nearby, commenting on Batistuta's shooting action and arc, and Batistuta pushed him and passed the ball to him, and it looked like they were in a game.

The picture is warm and harmonious, just like a Disney fairy tale.

"Well, maybe you're right." B Silva shrugged. "Hey Luki, what do you think? They said you were very close to Batistuta when he was injured."

Lucas was putting on weights and elastic bands, and when he heard B's question, he paused: "What do you mean I'm close to Batistuta?"

"You always go to see him. Every time I go out, the elevator either goes from your floor to his floor or from his floor to your floor." Seat B said, "How is it, have you found out any inside information?"

For some reason, Lucas felt relieved after hearing Sean B's answer.

"There's no inside information. I just went to play games with him," he said. "You all know Batty's bad temper. I have to find a way to make him happy, otherwise we will suffer in the end."

Kyle Walker nodded.

That's what I say, but——

Feeling that something was odd, the England defender quietly looked at Lucas next to him.

The Frenchman seemed not to notice his gaze. He adjusted his weight and walked back as required by the physical coach. He looked as if nothing was wrong.

Walker withdrew his gaze. Perhaps, he thought, the recent game results were not ideal, which made him a little nervous.

"Bati! Come here, come here!" A voice came from the other end of the training ground. It was Guardiola, "I have something to tell you!"

Batistuta had just scored a few perfect negative-angle goals and was hugging De Bruyne to celebrate. After hearing the coach's voice, he jumped off the Belgian midfielder, said a few words to the administrator Brian, and trotted over.

Lucas was still walking with weights. He completed two sets, and during the half-minute rest, his eyes involuntarily found that figure.

Guardiola was still talking to Batistuta. He spoke very fast and seemed a little emotional. He pressed Batistuta's shoulders or touched his head with his hands from time to time. Batistuta did not allow the head coach to speak unilaterally. His body language every time revealed to the outside world that this was not a discipline but a communication between the two sides.

What are you talking about? Is it the game against Tottenham?

Lucas didn't know whether Batistuta had told his head coach about being stopped in the parking lot, but he firmly believed that he had made the right choice and he was sincerely proud of stopping Batistuta's impulsive behavior.

Thinking of this, he recalled his self-analysis in recent nights.

He paid too much attention to Batty. Thinking back from the recent events to the time when they first met, it was easy to find that the feelings he had infused into Batty were increasing. As of today, his concern for Batty had far exceeded a normal friendship.

This conclusion made Lucas' heart beat faster, and he didn't understand why.

To be honest, he is not a fool who has never been in love. After all, as a professional player who has set a goal very early, apart from playing football and training, the rest of his life is just playing games or dating.

Parties and nightclubs are great, he goes and he enjoys them, but he is not passionate about them. He sees himself as an ordinary person.

So Lucas couldn't understand why his feelings for Batty were so strong, stronger than any previous times.

He tried to list the points that attracted him to his ex-girlfriends and then apply the same method to Batistuta, but this method failed because he could not extract specific special points from Batistuta.

such as--

They were beautiful, and Batty was beautiful too;
They are in great shape, and Batty is in great shape;
They have cheerful personalities and can become friends with many people, and they are very gentle to themselves; Batistuta is also very outspoken and cheerful, and with many people... Oh, that's not quite right, he is sometimes a bastard, and many Premier League defenders hate him, but there are also many who like him, but he can't be associated with gentleness.

So Lucas thought of one last possibility: sex.

Sexual attraction is a deadly thing. It is not the same as love, but sometimes it can inspire love... Oh hell, he succeeded in scaring himself again.

Why, while thinking about why I paid so much attention to Batty, the word "love" suddenly popped up. It was so scary.

Lucas swallowed and tried to pull his thoughts back to the right track.

Ask yourself, does he want to kiss Batty?
miss you.

Not the innocent kind of kiss on the cheek or forehead you get when you celebrate a goal or something. He wanted to kiss Batistuta's lips, open his mouth, feel his tongue, hear his slightly faster breathing... maybe even taste pudding or chocolate.

So going a step further, does he want to touch Batty's skin?

The answer is still yes.

It wasn't the usual touching, holding hands, hugging, or playing around while wearing skimpy clothes.
What he wanted was to touch Barty's covered skin. He wanted to touch it lightly with his fingertips first, then stroke it with his palm, and finally put his lips on it... He didn't know how Barty would react then.

Going on, did he want to undress Buddy, pull off Buddy's belt, kiss Buddy all over, grab Buddy's legs and put his knees on both sides of him, and want Buddy to do all of the above to him?
Think about it!
He wanted this! Very, very badly! When he opened a website that started with "p" and watched a movie but could only think of Batty reaching the climax, he knew he wanted this badly.

but.
But this does not account for the majority.

After he finished his sinful fantasy, he just wanted to hug Buddy, anywhere, on the sofa, at the bedside, in the bathtub, or even in that unpleasant coffin. He wanted to be wrapped in Buddy's scent, feel Buddy's body temperature and heartbeat, and finally hear Buddy whisper "I love you" in his ear.

I want it so much!

But what about Buddy? He thought, Buddy has a hot girl in Hollywood -

[Bang--]
A flying football hit Lucas on the head, interrupting his imagination and also interrupting his body temperature that was beginning to rise due to his imagination.

"What are you thinking about, Luki! Pep is calling us!" Walker pushed him, "It's time to start the lap race, take off your weights quickly."

"Oh!" Lucas shook his hair, "Here it comes!"

He looked towards the corner where Guardiola and Batistuta had just talked, but they were no longer there. Following the route, he saw Batistuta hooking his hands around the necks of Neymar and De Bruyne, one on each side, and telling them something with a sly smile.

Lucas could imagine what Batty would say -

"You just can't do it without me. Don't worry, I'll be back in the second round. Let's beat Tottenham and start to defend the title again!"

To be honest, he was a little jealous of them.

"Why are you so slow!" Walker patted Lucas' ear, "Hurry up, Batty is in our group, if you get distracted, he'll hit you on the head!"

"Hey hey hey! Here it comes!"

Lucas quickly took off his weights and ran to the center of the field. In those few seconds, he made a decision that after the game with Tottenham was over, he would confront Batistuta no matter what.

Even if he would get a look of disgust or disgust from the other party, at least he tried.

……

At 4 pm on April 17, the Etihad Stadium was packed with fans who came to watch the second leg of the Champions League quarter-finals. In the first leg, Manchester City lost 8-1 to Tottenham, but they firmly believed that Manchester City still had a chance to advance when they returned to their home court.

Batistuta's comeback was a little hasty, so to be on the safe side, Guardiola did not include him in the starting lineup. B Silva replaced him as the right winger.

With a few minutes left in the game, Batistuta came to the bench wearing a high-necked jacket and sat down with Jesus. Today Guardiola still used Aguero as the starting striker.

"Do you feel that your seat is very cold today?" Jesus leaned over and said to Batistuta, "I have never felt it so cold before."

"Is it cold? No," Batty said. "You're nervous."

Jesus scratched his head and made a "a little bit" gesture. At this time, the players entered the field and, as usual, the Champions League theme song sounded.

"Being behind by one goal, I was a little nervous." He paused and said, "I didn't know if I would have a chance to go up. After I got on the court, I wasn't so nervous. How about you, Batistuta?"

"Me? I can—"

Suddenly, the chair they were leaning against was kicked twice. Batistuta and Jesus looked back at the same time. It was Stones, who was not in the starting lineup. His frequent injuries and poor form recently made Guardiola choose Lucas and Laporte as a partner.

"What are you doing?" Batty asked.

"Don't talk, respect the game." Stones pointed to the field, "It's about to start, and we're still behind."

Even though the team was behind, what could the players sitting on the bench do? They were not allowed to chat and relieve tension?

Batistuta wanted to say something in response, but was stopped by Jesus.

"He's been in a bad mood lately. Several media outlets have criticized him. Pep seems to have talked to him about it." Little Jesus whispered to him, "Leave him alone for a while. Let's talk quietly."

Tsk.

Batistuta took one last look at Stones and agreed to Jesus' proposal.

Stones shrank in his seat, watching the game with a calm expression, but the light-skinned head was right in front of him and no one knew how much attention he paid to it.

……

[The ball went in! Less than 5 minutes into the game! De Bruyne and Neymar scored a goal together to shatter the rumors. Manchester City leads 1-1 and the overall match is tied 0-1. Judging from this, the possibility of a comeback is very high! ]

Manchester City got off to a dream start. Guardiola changed his conservative style of play from the first leg. Manchester City's attack was like flowing water, advancing from the backcourt to the penalty area before Tottenham could react.

However, the good times did not last long. Five minutes later, Tottenham seized the gap in the backcourt when Manchester City was pressing high, and Son Heung-min, who scored the winning goal in the previous game, scored two goals in a row to overtake the score.

[Oh my god, this is unbelievable! The game has only been going on for 10 minutes and there have already been 3 goals!] The commentator also found it incredible, [I take back what I said just now, Tottenham is not easy to deal with. Now they are leading 3-1 in the total score and have 2 away goals. Manchester City must score 3 more goals to turn the tables! Although it is a home game, it is still difficult - Oh! God!]

Before the commentator finished his analysis, the score on the field changed again.

In the 11th minute, Manchester City equalized the score.

David Silva passed the ball, Aguero retreated to the middle to receive the ball, and B Silva made a smart move from the right side of the penalty area. The ball that seemed like a pass or a shot from the penalty spot hit Rose's leg and deflected into the net. The Tottenham defenders didn't expect this at all. Their attention was on Neymar at the back post, and B Silva's pass was also considered to be for him. Who would have thought that it would go in?

2-2!

Broke the fastest record of scoring 4 goals in a single Champions League game.

"Come on City! Come on! I know you can do it!"

Batistuta jumped up from the bench and shouted onto the court. His heart was beating fast and he was in an excited state. In his opinion, they played the most exciting first half of the season!

Manchester City players did not spend too much time celebrating. De Bruyne hugged his teammates and then turned to look at the bench.

He saw Batty jumping up, and at that moment, he was sure that their eyes met.

"I will not let you down."

In the 21st minute, Manchester City once again took the lead, the goal was scored by De Bruyne.

Neymar quickly took a free kick, Aguero cushioned it in the middle, and De Bruyne followed up with a volley into the far corner.

[I couldn't believe my eyes. Who said Neymar and De Bruyne had conflicts? This is the second goal they scored together! 2-3! Manchester City is getting closer and closer to promotion! ]

3-2, the aggregate score was 3-3, but Tottenham still had the advantage of away goals.

【Manchester City only needs to score one more goal and then hold on, so they can reverse Tottenham and advance to the Champions League semi-finals. Can they do it? 】

In the 30th minute, Walker passed the ball from the backcourt, and B Silva's direct shot from the right side of the penalty area went wide; 2 minutes later, De Bruyne made a cross from the bottom of the right, and Aguero's shot in front of the goal was blocked by Lori; in the 43rd minute, Neymar made a cross from the left, and Fernandinho's long shot hit the post and went wide.

Soon, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half and the score remained 3-2.

Just 1 goal away.

"I know some of you are tired, but this is the challenge." Guardiola stood in the middle of the locker room and said to everyone, "If they want to beat us, they must kill us! Understand! They must kill us to beat us! Fight! Don't give up! Fight! Until the last second!"

At the beginning of the second half, neither side made any substitutions.

You can clearly feel the tense atmosphere spreading in the stadium. They only need one goal to turn the tables.

Batty listened to his own heartbeat and frequently glanced towards the coaching bench. They had been pushed to the edge of the cliff. He wanted to get on the court and change the situation.

At this time, Arteta walked towards him.

His voice is like that of an angel.

He says--

"Go warm up, Batistuta, and be ready to play in 10 minutes."

(End of this chapter)