[Football] Bad Boy Batty

【…Since Guardiola took office, he has brought three Premier League trophies to Manchester City. His dominance is unmatched, and this number may continue. As Guardiola's "direct" player, Batistuta is also very competitive this season. Injuries have not delayed his goal efficiency. He won the Premier League Golden Boot with a one-goal advantage. Of course, the second place is also a Manchester City player - Neymar, a new player who joined last summer. More information will be brought to you later. 】

Hearing the voice of the female anchor of the morning news, Batty scratched his hair, turned over, and tried to open his eyes a little. He didn't know which damn guy had opened the curtains in advance. The rare sunshine in Manchester made Batty want to cry and yawn.

"Uh... damn."

Batistuta sat up from the bed, and the Premier League championship medal hanging around his neck slipped down to his chest. The cold touch made him realize that he was not wearing a shirt. He looked down for a while and saw a bunch of people lying around, also naked. Some were snoring happily, and some were smacking their lips in their sleep.

Judging from the beard and the appearance, the person who was pinning him down was Aguero. Above Aguero was B Silva, and next to him were Ederson, Danilo, Laporte, the locker room manager, and the equipment clerk.

Poor Kevin was pressed at the bottom, with Stones' butt not far above his head and Kompany's legs on his back.

hiss--

What are you doing?
*Rampant party?
Batty lifted the quilt and felt a little relieved when he saw that he was still wearing shorts. He jumped off the bed and almost stepped on someone again. He rubbed his eyes and looked over. It was Kyle Walker who was sleeping.

The guy was fully dressed, but he reeked of a mixture of sparkling wine and pizza. He was still holding Batistuta's slippers in his arms, as if he were a beautiful woman throwing herself at him.

"Kyle, take off my slippers." Batty kicked him twice. "Hurry, I want to take a shower - Eww! Don't get your saliva on them, you idiot!"

Walker was awake for about 2 seconds. He threw away his slippers, muttered a few words, turned over and fell asleep again. Unfortunately, this time he pressed down Batty's other slipper.

"Tsk - I'm back to my nature after winning the championship." Barty gave up his slippers and walked to the bathroom barefoot and barelegged. He took a quick shower, and when he came out wrapped in a bath towel and leaned over the sink to fix his wet hair in the mirror, a clearer consciousness began to return.

He did have a party, a Premier League champions party.

Everyone who could come to the club came.

Including the coaching staff, management, chairman, and even a few fans were invited to attend. Batistuta wiped his hair with a towel and walked into another room. He saw Noel Gallagher, the guitarist of Oasis and Manchester City's biggest fan, lying drunk on the sofa with the Premier League trophy in his hand.

…No, it’s part of the trophy.

Noel only had a bare cup in his hand, and no one knew where the crown on it had been taken off by someone and thrown away.

Oh, this is not good.

Batty pinched his temple, walked over and searched among the stacked human bodies, but no, the crown was not in the room.

He could only try his luck in another room.

"Loach, loach, where are you? Come out and help us. We have - oh, we are here with you."

Batistuta wanted to ask Loach to help him look for it, but as soon as he entered the living room, he saw Neymar sitting by the window, smiling foolishly and playing with two golden things in his hands in the sunlight.

One was the championship medal, and the other was the crown on the trophy that Barty was looking for.

"Hi Batistuta, good morning!" Neymar waved his medal to greet him. "I didn't call you because you and Kun were sleeping well."

"If you mean he nearly crushed me to death with his arm, that's good." Barty rolled his eyes, grabbed a bathrobe and walked through the mountain.

He picked up a piece of leftover pizza from the pizza box on the edge of the coffee table. It was probably a modified version of American pizza. However, just as he brought it to his mouth, the rich cold cheese went into his nose and made him feel nauseous, so he threw the pizza back into the box.

"Why are you awake so early? I remember you drank a lot of wine last night." He asked after wiping the oil off his hands.

"I just can't sleep." Neymar raised the medal and crown around his neck and said, "They are beautiful, aren't they?"

Batistuta raised his eyebrows and sat down face to face with Neymar.

"I didn't know you were so sentimental."

"I don't know if I am, but - look! The Premier League champion!" Neymar grinned like a little boy showing off a toy he had just won.

With this, all the doubts and abuses received from the beginning of the season to now have become clouds above my head, floating lightly and disappearing in a moment.

"It's just the Premier League, there will be more for you in the future." Batistuta also picked up the medal on his chest and clinked it with Neymar's like clinking glasses.

"But this is the first Premier League trophy we have won together!" Neymar grabbed the two medals and put them together. The jingling sound was light and pleasant. Then he picked up the crown, "I have never thought it looked so beautiful before!"

Batty was amused by him, rolled his eyes, and asked, "Do you know how it looks better?"

"how?"

"Like this—" In Neymar's puzzled eyes, Batistuta took the crown from him and put it on his head, "Tada!"

Oh!
He is so sweet!

The sunlight was stronger, making people feel warm. Neymar touched the crown on his head and suddenly wanted to kiss Batistuta.

After a few seconds, he had a good idea.

"Barty."

"Ok?"

"Come here, I have something to tell you."

"what's up?"

"Come closer and I'll tell you."

"Tsk, do you think I'm a fool? If you want to kiss me, just tell me. I'm not---Hmm!?"

The moment Batistuta moved forward, Neymar grabbed the medal on his neck and kissed him directly, their lips touching. Before Batistuta could get angry because of the friction of the medal strap, Neymar opened his teeth and greeted his tongue. At that moment, Neymar reached out and gave the crown on his head to Batistuta.

Yes, this is the ultimate goal.

Batistuta's attention was completely attracted by the crown. This thing is not as light as plastic. Neymar deliberately did not wear it properly for him. In order to prevent it from falling, Batistuta reached out to hold it.

This gave Neymar plenty of room for kissing.

As Batty straightened the crown on his head, his kiss moved from his lips to the corners of his mouth and all the way down, unbuttoning the second of the three buttons on Batty's bathrobe.

"Oh - it seems winning the championship can make people bolder." Batty smiled and whispered in his ear, "Almost the entire club is next to us, and there is also a stripper invited next door. Are you sure you want it?"

Neymar hesitated, then nodded firmly.

However, unfortunately, just as Batty was about to pull down his pants, a loud noise suddenly came from not far away.

'Boom! '

Batty subconsciously let go.

"Ah, hiss——"

Neymar was hit by the rebounding belt. He covered his face and cursed softly, while regretting in his heart why he wore sweatpants.

Without bothering to laugh at him, Batty put on his bathrobe and walked towards the direction of the sound.

The bang was loud enough to wake up many people, such as Guardiola, who poked his head out of the room, with a confused Arteta fumbling for his phone on the ground next to him.

"What happened?" Guardiola asked? "Bad news, Manchester United won the FA Cup." Arteta shook his phone.

Batistuta was not interested in the news about Manchester United. He walked over and saw Lucas sitting on the ground in a mess with an overturned clothes hanger next to him.

"Oh, I'm so sorry for waking you up." The French defender looked up and grinned foolishly at Batistuta, apparently still drunk.

"Luki you—"

"Nothing, nothing." Lucas gestured with his hands, "I was thirsty just now and thought of looking for some water to drink. Suddenly I saw a guy in black clothes standing in the corner. I thought he was a tabloid reporter taking pictures."

"So you just punched the hanger?"

"Hey, yes." Lucas sat cross-legged as if to take credit, "Me too, for everyone's privacy."

Batty: ...
Batty: You idiot

……

On the last day of May, led by Guardiola and the chairman, the entire Manchester City team flew to Madrid, Spain. Two days later, at the Wanda Metropolitano Stadium, they will compete for the final ownership of the Champions League trophy.

Derby Day has always been a day comparable to Christmas in the hearts of Manchester fans, and when this day coincides with the Champions League final, the fans' enthusiasm is only greater.

After returning from warming up on the field, Batistuta saw nearly a hundred fans wearing various Manchester City jerseys waiting for them at the hotel entrance. Several young people held up a banner that read: The sky in Manchester is blue!

Batty signed autographs and took photos with them one by one.

That's what stars do, without the fans, they are nothing.

"Love you, my king!" After the photo was taken, a blonde girl stood on tiptoe and kissed Batistuta on the cheek. "I never thought that one day we would have the opportunity to win the Champions League again. I didn't even dare to think about it! Thank you for giving me this opportunity. Good luck to you! I look forward to the moment when the trophy appears in Etihad!"

The girl put on lipstick, so a complete lip print was left on his face.

"Thank you too." Batty smiled and didn't care. Then he kissed her on the cheek politely. "We will do our best."

After entering the hotel, Walker and B Silva kept laughing and making fun of the lipstick mark on Batistuta's face. They firmly believed that there was a reason why he didn't wipe it off.

Batty rolled his eyes. "Are you two idiots? You think you can wipe off lipstick marks with the back of your hand?"

"Of course!" Walker said, "It's just a mark. It's easy to wipe it off if you want. Unless you——"

"——Unless you don't want to wipe it at all! Haha!" B席 naturally took over the conversation, "What's the matter, Barty, is it difficult to admit that you have ulterior motives? That girl is pretty, we won't laugh at you——Pfft!"

"I told you guys are idiots." Batty looked at them with disdain, turned his head and touched the lip print with his finger. "For something like this, you need to use a tissue with water to wipe it off." He said, "If I use the back of my hand directly, my face will become clown, and then I will be the hot search on Twitter tonight."

Walker and B. Silva still didn't believe it. Batty waved his hand and decided not to reason with the idiot anymore.

But they were not the only ones who saw him coming back with lip marks. Someone, or several people, were dissatisfied with his behavior.

Due to the nature of the hotel, the players were given separate rooms this time.

Neymar walked towards Batistuta's room, ready to ask him for an explanation, and then saw De Bruyne leaning against the wall at the door, browsing his phone.

"...Hey." For the sake of the team, he took the initiative to greet him, "Are you here to see Batistuta?"

De Bruyne looked up at him and said, "Well, something happened." Then he lowered his head again.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

but--

You can't leave, so the one who leaves first is admitting defeat.

So Neymar sat down on the other side of the door and stopped talking.

Three minutes passed, five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, and Batistuta still didn't show up. De Bruyne became a little impatient and started knocking on the walls and the ground with his knuckles or feet to make noises.

He is not a patient man, and neither is Neymar.

Just when the air was about to burn, footsteps were heard in the corridor. De Bruyne patted his pants and Neymar also stood up. However, the person who came was not Batistuta, but Lucas.

Seeing them at Batistuta's door, the French defender was stunned for a moment, "You, do you have something to do with him?"

"Well, do you know where he went?"

"Oh, Pep called him away. It seems that he had some arrangements to make. He fell asleep on the plane." Lucas shrugged. "Pep keeps talking, so it will definitely take a long time. Don't wait. We will have dinner soon. There will be night training after dinner. You can wait until then to find him."

After saying that, Lucas waved his hand and left briskly.

De Bruyne and Neymar hesitated for half a minute and left one after another. A few minutes after they left, Batistuta appeared at the door with the room card, humming a song. He had no idea what had just happened.

"Hey Barty!"

As soon as he opened the door, Lucas appeared from the corner, calling out.

Batistuta took off his headphones and the lipstick marks on his face had disappeared. Fortunately, it was Guardiola who wiped them off for him personally.

"What is it Luki?" he asked.

"Nothing," Lucas walked into Batistuta's room naturally, "I just want to ask you, what did Pep say to you just now?"

"A little bit of positioning, and set pieces - you know Luki, he said he had a feeling the first goal would be scored by me tomorrow."

"Really!"

"Why would I lie to you?" Batistuta closed the door, changed his clothes and prepared to take a shower. "Perform well and don't let Theo outdo you. I heard he scored in the FA Cup final."

"Don't worry." Lucas shook his calves and watched Batty take off his clothes one by one with his back to him, throwing them on the ground along the way. "Is there something, Batty, can I ask you?"

"explain."

"I'm a little nervous, do you mind if I take a shower with you?"

"Huh? The game is about to start, you want it?"

"No, no, I just want to take a simple bath with you. It will help me relieve stress."

"...Tsk, come in."

"Coming!"

……

On the bed outside the bathroom, Batty's phone lit up as he received a private message.

Augustus: See, I'm getting closer and closer to you, dear (love heart)
Augustus: Come on, I want to see you try your best to win the game (Water Drop)
Augustus: See you on the field.
(End of this chapter)