[Football] Bad Boy Batty

[It is not easy to find an excellent defensive player to strengthen the defense. Every team is now looking for an excellent defensive player. Unfortunately, even if you spend a lot of money, you may not be able to find an excellent defender.
In my opinion, Manchester City's victory comes from Guardiola's tactical arrangement, the cooperation between Neymar, Batistuta and De Bruyne in the frontcourt, and indispensable luck.
Stones' injury will definitely disappoint some people. They still have a lot of things to solve. If Stones is out for the season, the team's next game will become more difficult. You know, they still have hope of competing with Liverpool and Manchester United for the championship in the league. 】——Arsene Wenger (former Arsenal coach)

……

On the afternoon of the day after the first leg of the Champions League knockout match against Real Madrid, the players who had gotten enough rest returned to the club. Of course, the purpose was not to train but to recover.

"We really should buy a few defenders in the January transfer window. If John goes back to the ward, what will we have to deal with the devil in April?"

In the Manchester City first-team building, Batistuta and Aguero were walking in the corridor. They had just left the restaurant and were now going to the physiotherapy room. On the way, their topic inexplicably turned from music and barbecue to the team's defense.

"Pep said Nico, Eric and Fernandez can do it, and he believes in them," Aguero replied, but there was not much confidence in his tone.

"Come on, Kun, with only three central defenders to rotate back and forth, we can't even make it to March - God, just now, I suddenly felt that it might be a good thing that we were eliminated from the League Cup." Batistuta blew his hair in front of his forehead, touched Aguero with his elbow and joked: "Maybe it's time to pull my brain out and wash it, what do you think?"

"It's a good idea. When are you going to take action? Remember to call me." Aguero continued with a smile, but within half a minute he became worried again.

The Argentine striker was silent for a while, then suddenly walked in front of Batistuta and turned around to block his way, and the two stopped.

"What are you doing?" Batty asked.

"Honestly, Batistuta, you're too tense," Aguero said. "Don't put so much pressure on yourself. You and I are both players. We should talk about life, such as music festivals, live broadcasts, games, and nightlife. Defenders are Pep's headache."

"Jesus, why does everyone say that?" Batty rolled his eyes at the ceiling. "You're not the first one to tell me this, Akun. I still say the same thing. Now I'm the captain and I have to take responsibility. Do you think those people call me 'King' because it sounds nice? No, they expect me to achieve something."

“You’ve already accomplished it.”

"Obviously, that's not enough." Batty took advantage of his height to put his arm around Aguero's shoulders and continued to move towards the physiotherapy room. He then skipped over this rather heavy topic: "Back to just now, Eric Garcia, have you talked to him recently?"

"——Uh, no." Aguero was stunned. "What happened to him?"

"I heard that he doesn't plan to renew his contract with the team." Batty lowered his voice and said, "Sam Eli told me. I was surprised when he told me this. Eric played well and was still young. Everyone knew that he had the ability to secure a rotation position."

"Hmm." Aguero didn't quite understand what Batistuta meant. "So now you're not only starting to worry about the head coach's job, but also the operations officer's job? Baby, you're going to make Olma (Manchester City's chief operating officer, responsible for player transfers) unemployed."

"No, no, that's not the point." Batty pinched Aguero's ear. "The point is - the rumor is that the reason Eric doesn't want to renew his contract is Barcelona."

"Barca?"

"Yes, they contacted him privately and asked him to refuse to renew his contract so that they could sign him for free after the contract expires." Batistuta spoke quickly, and it was easy to hear his disdain for such behavior from his tone. "Can you believe it? A big club like Barcelona would do such a thing to brainwash its players. It fits my stereotype of Catalonia very well."

"Uh--" Aguero was a little speechless.

"Sorry, I'm just talking about this club, I don't mean anything against Leo." Batistuta patted his head, "But think about it, Leo has a different kind of loyalty to Barcelona, ​​a bit like a beautiful woman falling in love with a scumbag, right?"

Aguero forced a smile.

The reason he was speechless was not that Batistuta's teasing of Barcelona might offend Messi. On the contrary, he himself often did so. The real reason why he was uncomfortable was that Barcelona had also approached him privately a few months ago.

Yes, as Batistuta said, they hope that he will not renew his contract with Manchester City and transfer to them when his contract expires in 2021 to realize his wish of playing with Rio.

It has to be said that this proposal is extremely tempting to Aguero.

and so--
Ok.
During that meeting, he gave a very biased answer.

Aguero stared at the pattern on the ground and scratched behind his ear, then decided not to share this matter as the risk was too great.

Just then, Batty suddenly braked.

“Hey!” Aguero’s neck was almost hurt, he looked up and complained, “Why did you stop suddenly, are you seeing a ghost or something-oh.”

Facing the corridor they came out of, De Bruyne was standing there.

……

Aguero made up an excuse and walked away. God bless him, he didn't want to get involved in the fight between Batistuta and Kevin. It was one thing for him to care about the little bastard, but to let him get involved, no, forget it.

Now there are only Batistuta and De Bruyne in the corridor.

"What's the matter?" Batty asked first, "I'm not sleeping now, or do you just want to look at me?"

"I do have something to talk to you about." De Bruyne walked up to Batistuta, "About Courtois."

"Courtois."

"Yes."

"What could possibly happen to him?" Batty put his hands in his pockets and pretended to know nothing.

"This has nothing to do with him, it has to do with you," De Bruyne said. "I think I understand, you did it on purpose, from when you started chatting with someone online a few months ago to yesterday when you deliberately let me know that the person was Courtois, you just wanted to make me angry, right?"

Batty neither admitted nor denied it. He shrugged, lowered his head, moved his toes, and then took a step forward to close the distance between them as if he was performing on stage.

"So - Kevin." He looked up into De Bruyne's eyes. "Are you angry?"

At that moment the whole corridor froze.

De Bruyne didn't waver at all and looked straight into Batistuta's eyes. He saw playfulness, speculation, and perhaps some excitement about the upcoming victory, but he couldn't see the panic that he had felt on the bus yesterday.

Now it's certain. The little bastard did it on purpose.

Like many animals that need to be tamed, he cannot remember the punishment for doing wrong things, but he can remember the reward after doing the right thing.

"In your imagination, what should happen next?" De Bruyne asked in a steady tone.

"what?"

"What would I do to you after you've pissed me off by chatting and being intimate with Courtois, like right now, we're standing in the corridor, what would you want me to do to you?" De Bruyne explained his question. "Do you expect me to beg you not to leave, or do you want me to grab you by the collar and throw you against the wall, then hold your wrist and kiss you, then threaten you publicly."

"Hmm..." Batty pretended to think for a moment, "I don't know."

"you do not know."

"Yes." Batistuta reached out and played with De Bruyne's zipper. "Maybe I want you to take responsibility for this quarrel and admit your mistake in person."

"My fault?" De Bruyne grabbed his hand. "Do you remember why we quarreled?"

"To be honest—I don't remember."

"I don't quite remember."

"But I also remember that it wasn't my fault."

"Of course, you're Batty, it's your fault every time."

"You're mocking me."

"Did I?"

"You have." Batty broke free from his hand and pinched his nose affectionately, "Why don't we skip those meaningless arguments and talk about the terms directly."

"You want to negotiate terms."

"Of course, if you want me to stop chatting and meeting with Courtois, as well as other possible relationships that may develop in the future, then you have to meet my requirements." Batistuta tapped De Bruyne's chest with his index finger, "I want my jam back!"

For a second De Bruyne stopped thinking.

He wanted to laugh.

So, Batistuta went through so much trouble, chatting with Courtois and deliberately letting him know that he was going to meet him, just to get the cat back.

"How cute," De Bruyne commented heartily, "but no, he's my cat."

"He's my cat too!"

"My name is on the legal documents." De Bruyne grabbed Batistuta's hand again. "I won't stop you from seeing him and playing with him, but the premise is that you have to go to my place."

"Why!"

"Just because I'm the legal guardian of Jam." De Bruyne smiled at him, "Or do you want to steal the cat again, Batty's mother?"

Batty shook his hand off fiercely: "I don't think you realize the seriousness of the matter!"

"No, you didn't realize it." De Bruyne's mood seemed to suddenly brighten up, "I think we can talk about Jam's visiting hours again."

"...I want to take him to my place. There is no room for discussion."

"How about 1, 3, 5?" De Bruyne said to himself. "Considering it's a match day, you can come on the day and leave the next morning."

"What about the day off?"

"No, I want to take him to the park on my day off, and at that time you are either shooting a commercial, playing games, or thinking about which nightclub is better."

"So I'm going to take him to my house."

"Impossible." De Bruyne refused directly, "He is my cat. You can only choose to come to my house to see him. There is no other possibility."

"No?"

"No."

Batty narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Then I guess you don't plan to stop the war."

"I didn't say that," De Bruyne smiled. "But Jam - you still have a police record, dear."

"Fine!" Batty snorted and strode forward. "You said it. Remember it!"

De Bruyne waved at him.

"Yes, there will be no stopping the fight," he said. "We (he and Jam) will never compromise."

(End of this chapter)