[Football] Bad Boy Batty

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At the end of injury time, the referee blew the whistle to end the game and Manchester City fans in the stands burst into warm cheers.

[The game is over! Manchester City won! This new European giant has reached the final three times in three years and won the Champions League for two consecutive years! It became the second club in the new millennium after Real Madrid to win the Champions League! Let us congratulate Manchester City! ]

"Yeaaaah!!!"

"We win! We win, we win!!"

"We are the champions! We are - the champions!"

When the referee blew the whistle, all the Manchester City players rushed into the stadium. They celebrated wildly in the middle of the field. There was nothing more exciting than winning the derby against Manchester United, let alone winning in the final! This meant that they could keep Manchester United in the lead until the next time Manchester United beat them in a final.

The second Champions League trophy in the team's history! And it was the second year after winning the first trophy!

I believe nothing can get your adrenaline pumping more than this.

"Come on! Let's go to the stands!" Batistuta waved his hand and led his teammates to the fans' stands.

They stepped over the advertising boards on the sidelines, over the cameras and security guards, and interacted with the fans in the front row who were waving wildly.

Manchester City has now surpassed clubs such as Dortmund, Chelsea, Celtic, etc., and is ranked 7th in the ranking of teams that have won the Champions League the most times, tied with clubs such as Juventus and Benfica.

The red and blue ribbons on the Big Ear Cup have been replaced with all blue and are now placed above the central stand. The craftsmen worked very quickly and the name of Manchester City has been engraved on it. The UEFA president and officials from the English Football Association stood nearby, watching the players celebrate on the field with smiles on their faces, and whispering something from time to time.

After giving the jersey to a young fan in the stands, Batty returned to the court.

Winning the Champions League twice in a row is not something that can be done easily.

He felt his chest swelling with pride, jubilation, and happiness, but it lacked the overwhelming excitement he had felt when he first received this honor.

I told you he would win, Barty thought.

And it's not just this time, it will be like this every time in the future. How can two trophies be enough? In the future, their trophy display room will be filled with more big-ear trophies!
"Hey Barty! Next-"

Batistuta turned around to catch the flying object, which was a rolled Brazilian flag. He looked up and saw Neymar and Manchester City's Brazilian gang coming towards him. Each of them wore a national flag around their waist, and the one who threw the flag to him was Loach.

"Come on, surround us! We're going up to receive the award soon!" Neymar was extremely excited. The last time he lifted the Champions League trophy was in 2015, when he was still at Barcelona and didn't know Batistuta.

"Be prepared, the trophy is very heavy, don't let it drop!" He said as he jumped, and with the national flag on his waist, he looked like a large green grasshopper. "Quick, quick! Or do you want me to help you with it?!"

"I just lifted the Champions League last year, I know it's heavy." Barty raised an eyebrow at him, then spread the national flag on his back. "It seems that winning the championship really makes you happy, isn't it, Ney? It almost made you lose your memory."

he joked.

Neymar was stunned for a few seconds. It seemed that he had completely forgotten that Batistuta had won the trophy last year.

"Oh, sorry." He reached out to help Batistuta pat the tail of the rolled-up national flag. "I was too excited and didn't react immediately."

"Oh my God, you are really..." Batistuta put his hands on his chest in a very artificial way, showing a very exaggerated shock, but at this moment, a cheerful voice behind him came from far away, interrupting his pretended condemnation of Neymar.

"Yoooooo! Ba-ti!"

Someone is rushing towards this side at a very fast speed.

The court was full of people and noisy, which made Batistuta underestimate the coming impact. He turned around slowly and was knocked to the grass before he could see who it was.

"Oh hell!"

Then?

Then a series of chain reactions occurred.

When he lost his balance, Batistuta subconsciously grabbed Neymar next to him for support, but Neymar's jersey was also sent flying by him, so Batistuta's hands went back into the air and grabbed his shorts twice.

It is well known that Neymar does not like to wear tight clothes on the court.

So everyone around saw his black boxer briefs.

"Bati let go!"

Neymar wanted to dodge, but his pants were on his legs, so he couldn't just jump out like in the game. Under the interaction of forces, he staggered a few times and fell towards Batistuta.

And just as he fell, he grabbed the loach behind him.

"Hey! Filho da pu——"

Loach reacted quickly and grabbed Neymar and tried to pull him up together with his boss, but when he was trying to pull them up, he didn't see Jesus' legs next to him and tripped. Not only did he fail to pull everyone up, he also fell towards the center with Jesus.

"what!"

Jesus catches Ederson.

Ederson managed to avoid being pulled down thanks to his size, but when he waved his hand subconsciously, the photographer who was happily recording the scene next to him was in trouble and fell to the top along with his assets and a telephoto lens.

Several people fell into a heap.

"Wooohoo! Look what I found! Dominoes made up of the heroes who won the championship!" B Seat was the first to notice the embarrassing situation here. He ran over and laughed at the miserable people, "Hey! Come here quickly!"

"Bernardo! How dare you!" Batistuta, who was pressed at the bottom, was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but now he posed no threat to the Portuguese midfield.

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Seat B touched his chin and gave him a sinister smile. Then he immediately turned around and called out to the others even louder, "Hey, come on! Kyle! John! Everyone! Come on, there's a human tower here!"

Hearing the call, the Manchester City people around gradually gathered together.

Of course, not only the players, but also the staff and coaching staff whose brains were filled with dopamine came. Batistuta watched everyone jump on him, and even Guardiola was ready to roll up his sleeves.

"No, no no no no! Go away!"

Things reached a climax when the locker room manager was the last to jump up.

"Damn it! Why am I always at the bottom!" Barty yelled in annoyance. He could not move anything except his right hand. "Stop pressing. Hey! Ney - stop making trouble! Your crotch is about to hit my nose! I can see the logo on your underwear!"

"I'm sorry!" Neymar said insincerely. Amidst the complaints of many people, his smile was not so obvious.

To be honest, apart from the fact that he was a little breathless due to the pressure, he quite enjoyed it.

Watching Batty get mad was always his pleasure.

"Jesus--" Batty glared at the culprit who was pressing on him, "Lucas Hernandez! You are dead!"

"Sorry." Lucas blinked and smiled foolishly, "But Batty, this is so funny!"

Batty: ...
Batty: It's funny as hell!

It was as if I saw the Samoyed in the YouTube video tearing up the sofa and then holding the scraps of cloth to ask for credit from its owner.

……

A few minutes later, Batty was finally rescued.

That directly led to his weak legs and rib pain when he stepped onto the podium.

Many people rushed to help him, of course, not because of their friendship as teammates, but because they were worried that Batistuta would beat them up when they returned to the locker room.

Batistuta rejected everyone and turned to lean on De Bruyne. In the "attack" that had just been launched against him, the Belgian midfielder was the only one who did not participate.

"That's why I love him the most in the club." Batty raised his chin. "Why weren't you afraid of me taking action when you persecuted me? I'm telling you, you bunch of annoying people, no one can escape! I will take care of every one of you!"

"Come on, Batistuta," Neymar said, his hands on his hips. "You thought he was doing this for your own good, but he just didn't jump on it."

"At least he was the first to reach out to me." Batistuta hugged De Bruyne's waist tightly. "From now on, no one can separate us."

"How about the trophy?" De Bruyne raised his lips to the others with pride, then patted Batistuta's furry head, "Let's go, it's time to receive the award."...

Kompany receives the trophy from the UEFA president.

"Are you ready?" He grabbed the trophy's ears, "3, 2, 1--"

Under everyone's expectant eyes, the trophy symbolizing the pinnacle of Europe was held high.

"we are--"

"champion!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

……

"I bet you that it will be Batistuta who comes down with the trophy later." Manuel Estiarte nudged Guardiola next to him with his elbow. "I don't believe he will be so generous as to hand over the treasure, even though he was the first one to sleep with the trophy last year."

"That's very Batistuta." Guardiola also crossed his arms and said with a smile, "If he really did that, I would - huh?"

As they were talking, the players came down from the podium. Batistuta was the first to come down. He ran very fast holding the medal around his neck, as if he had something important to do. He was not holding the trophy either. The one holding the trophy was Neymar. Like Lucas last year, he wore it upside down on his head for the photo.

Guardiola stroked his beard and asked: "Where is Batistuta going?"

Manuel was as confused as he was.

"I don't know." He looked around for the right angle to figure out what Batty was doing. "It looks like what he's anxious about is - giving an interview?"

……

Yes, after coming down from the podium, Barty accepted a live interview with the media as quickly as possible.

But that's not the point.

"I feel great! The team fought to the end, everyone did what they should do, we deserve the championship!" Batty said lightly, and then he changed the subject, "But that's not the most wonderful thing."

He winked at the reporter.

【What is the most wonderful thing for you? 】

"The most wonderful thing is—" Batty said in a long voice, then turned his head and waved to the distance, "Hey! Over there! Augustus! Look what this is? A medal, a medal!"

He raised his head and kissed the championship gold medal.

"Look who's winning now!"

The camera followed and saw Augustus was a little surprised by Batty's provocation, but he quickly adjusted himself, straightened his clothes, and walked towards the interview area.

"Congratulations," the Frenchman said politely, "You won, and you deserve it."

"You know that's not what I want to hear." Batty laughed maliciously, "Do you remember our bet?"

【What bet? 】

The reporter asked the questions that the audience wanted to know most.

Batty looked at the camera: "We agreed before the game started that whoever wins will follow the instructions of the other side."

Augustus' eyes darkened, and something was entangled and rolling in his eyes.

"I haven't forgotten," he said.

"Okay then." Batty touched his lips with his finger, took two steps back, and said the cruelest words with the most innocent face and the happiest voice, "Now--"

"——KNEEL."

……

what?
what happened?

how come?
The host was stunned, and so were the audience, they couldn't believe what they saw!
Can this happen after a football match, or a final?
"How dare this little bastard!" In a manor far away in France, someone threw an expensive teacup at the screen. "How dare he let a Rothschild kneel down to him in public!"

But it’s not just kneeling.

What happened next made everyone drop their jaws.

Augustus, kneeling on the ground, held up Batty's right foot. He held the heel with one hand and grabbed the ankle with the other, then slowly leaned over and kissed the sole of Batty's shoe that was covered with mud, grass clippings, and dust.

"Wtf?"

What’s even more strange is that people see no humiliation on his face, only calmness.

Maybe it’s a little hard to discover——

enjoying the moment?

"It's true, I'm witnessing history." A football fan watched everything on TV with a dull expression. Then he opened the forum and found that it was going crazy. After a few months, the post named [Li Tao] about whether the little king of Manchester City was a born child was pushed up again.

"Are you satisfied with this?" Augustus looked up and looked at Batty, but his hand was still there, and he went further and rubbed Batty's ankle with his thumb.

Batty didn't answer. He struggled hard to break free and kicked the opponent down.

What was presented on camera was the undisguised disgust of the King of Manchester City.

"Well, I have to admit that Manchester United is very strong this season." Batistuta cleared his throat and smiled at the camera, "But unfortunately, their opponent is us, and we are stronger."

The reporter was almost speechless, but her professionalism allowed her to quickly organize her words: [Uh, yes, this game was very exciting, not inferior to the one between Manchester City and Liverpool last year.]

"Only strong opponents can make the game exciting." Batty repeated his meaning, then waved and turned around, "I still have champagne to open, excuse me, Ciao (goodbye in Italian)"

He didn't even glance at the guy on the ground.

The live interview on TV ended and the camera cut back to the studio. In another part of France, someone was sitting in front of the screen, thinking.

"Come downstairs, Killian, it's time, we need to go to the club!"

"Wait! I changed my mind."

"What are you talking about? We have decided to continue today—"

"talk about it later."

"What? Are you crazy?"

Mbappe stopped answering. He turned off the TV, stood up and stretched his shoulders, then walked to the door and stood in front of his agent, who was also his mother.

"Put the contract renewal aside for now, Faiza. I have a better idea now."

(End of this chapter)