[Football] Bad Boy Batty

How could he do this.

This is a competition, the only honor they can strive for at the moment. How can they play the role of a pure and honest person in such an important competition?

De Bruyne couldn't understand why Batistuta did that. Of course, he was not referring to helping the unconscious goalkeeper. What he meant was that after that guy was carried away, Batistuta actually explained the situation to the referee instead of fighting for the interests of the team.

"Yes, I might have been the cause of his coma," he remembered Batty saying.

Although Batistuta later told the referee that it was unintentional, the rules of the court don't matter. You did cause the opponent to be injured and leave the field. In his opinion, they shouldn't have conceded the goal in the end.

That was entirely Batty's fault.

No, it was the collision's fault.

De Bruyne believes that no goalkeeper would take the risk in such a situation, Ederson certainly wouldn't, Alisson wouldn't, and De Gea next door wouldn't either. Maybe Germany's Neuer would, but he thinks Neuer would definitely do better and wouldn't cause such a "car accident".

Maybe it was that collision that made Batty dizzy, he thought.

What would Batty do under normal circumstances?
He would sit on the ground and act innocent, would use all his little tricks to excuse himself, would insist on getting the ball back to gain the best benefit for the team, and would also become irritable and blame himself because of his own mistakes.

Who was that on the field just now?
He actually ran over and nervously checked the opposing goalkeeper. Who did he think he was, a military doctor who saved lives in war?

That's not Batty.

He's saying that given his personality he should do what he wants, isn't he?
None of this has anything to do with that damn goalkeeper. What does it have to do with him? He is just a team goalkeeper that you occasionally encounter once or twice in European competitions, that's all.

"Kevin, it's our turn!" came a call from the shower room.

De Bruyne responded in a daze, then picked up the shampoo and went to take a shower. His shower partner today was David Silva. Fortunately, they have been partners for many seasons. The Spaniard understands him, knows what his condition is like, and knows what to ask and what not to ask.

[Whew——]
The Belgian midfielder turned up the water temperature and stood under the shower, with the steaming water hitting his body, which always reminded him of the past.

That was in 2016 and 17. There was no annoying goalkeeper, no Neymar, no one, only him and Batistuta. They would often fight over using a shower head after the game, and the water temperature would become higher as they made a fuss. They would then deliberately act in an exaggerated manner, such as screaming and jumping away, and then pretending to accuse each other of wanting to cook them.

Sometimes Aguero was there, and when he wasn't, there were always people watching the fun at the door. They would whistle, call Batistuta "little lunatic", and then complain that he was crazy with him. He never responded to them. Sometimes they would join in, but most of the time only the administrators were willing. The whole locker room was in chaos. In Guardiola's words, "It was like a madhouse."

Now and then sometimes.

When they win a game brilliantly, Batistuta sometimes forgets his identity as captain and forgets to be reserved, but most of the people who used to play with him are gone. For example, he would join in at the beginning and want to get back the feeling he had before, but he quit after finding that he couldn't find it. Batistuta doesn't care. He enjoys the process of playing and doesn't care who is around him.

Maybe Batty cared, and he was wrong, or maybe not.

None of that matters.

The important thing is that he can't get what he wants back.

Think about it from another perspective. If he was still playing with the same people, Batistuta still had eyes only for him, nothing had changed in his life, the team was still the same team, and only time was passing, would he still be as damn sad as he is now and only dare to complain to a broken shampoo bottle?
he does not know.

That's just a naive assumption. Teams change every season, not just the players, but also the staff, who come and go.

Apart from all these, if only Batty remained unchanged and treated him the same as before, then he wouldn't...

De Bruyne lowered his head and let the water flow over his body. He felt his heartbeat quicken, which made him frustrated for a moment.

After spending so much time and raising so many assumptions, he just wanted to come to the conclusion that it had nothing to do with Batty and he was just reminiscing about the good old days.

Then he failed.

After going around in circles, the final conclusion he came to was still Batistuta. What he would always miss was the beautiful figure with light-colored hair and a flamboyant smile.

Damn it.

De Bruyne turned off the shower, swung the towel over his head and dried it roughly, then picked up the shampoo bottle and walked out of the shower to call the next group.

He is now beginning to close his eyes in fear, because once he falls into darkness, the scene of Batistuta and Courtois looking at each other on the court dozens of minutes ago will 'poof' appear.

This sounds a bit sad, right?

Well, it is actually quite sad.

"Ney, Gabi, it's your turn." De Bruyne waved.

Neymar hesitated a little, probably wanting to wait for Batistuta, but soon he walked into the shower room at the urging of the staff and the push of Jesus.

Coincidentally, at the moment the shower door was closed, Batistuta pushed open the door of the locker room, waved the trophy and said goodbye to someone, then relaxed and walked to the center to change clothes.

"Bati, you're finally back!" B席 came over excitedly, "I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"Hmm?" Batty casually threw the trophy into his bag, then picked up the water bottle and quickly drank half of it. "What are you waiting for me to do?"

"Did you forget that we are in the same group today?" Seat B said, "I won't have a chance to take a shower if you don't come back."

"Oh!" Batty slapped his forehead, "I forgot. Sorry."

"What do you remember? Oh yeah, you didn't forget your trophy this time - hehehe, wrong! I didn't make up you. There are people in the shower room now. We have to wait for them to come out. I was just bored and said that." B席 was still as keen on courting death as ever. After receiving Batistuta's warning with a roll of the eyes, he came up again within a few seconds.

"I heard that the opposing goalkeeper came looking for you just now, and you insisted on coming despite your injury." The Portuguese midfielder whispered in Batistuta's ear, "What did he say to you?"

Batty was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"What else can I say? Thank you for saving his life." He knocked on B's head. "In order to prevent him from suffocating on his own tongue, I reached into his mouth and grabbed his tongue. Would you be willing to do this for a stranger?"

"Uh, no."

"I didn't want to either, so he had to thank me." Batty found a perfect explanation for himself. He hooked his arm around B席's neck and said, "If someone is willing to do this for you next time, you'd better show your sincerity like Tebow did."

【ha! 】

De Bruyne listened to the conversation between Batistuta and B Silva with his ears pricked up. At this point, he couldn't help but sneer out loud.

Batty turned to look at him: "Do you have any good ideas, Kevin?"

"Insights? No, no, no, I just find it funny." De Bruyne stood up and walked towards Batistuta, saying as he walked, "You did something that has no meaning and can't help the team, and you became famous for it. Except that the person involved may thank you, I don't understand why you did this."

"Huh?" "Don't act innocent, you know what I'm talking about."

"I don't know!" Batty also stood up. Seeing that the situation was not good, B immediately ran away, leaving the battlefield to these two people.

"What do you want to say? There is no point in saving people on the court?" Batistuta asked, "Or did you explode because I helped Thibaut Courtois? Is that right?"

"Come on, it's only a few steps from the sidelines to the goal area, the team doctor is on the way, who are you trying to show by acting so anxious?" De Bruyne said sharply, although he didn't mean to say that. "This has nothing to do with Courtois," he said, "It's all about you."

"Are you fucking crazy?" Batistuta didn't understand what De Bruyne was saying at all. He took two steps back, trying to sort things out, but every time he took a few steps back, De Bruyne took a few steps forward, leaving Batistuta no time or space to breathe, showing a full sense of oppression.

"I'm not crazy, you're crazy." De Bruyne raised his voice, "You don't want to help save people, you just want to be in the spotlight." No, you're not, I know you're not, I don't want to say that, and I don't know why I said that, maybe just to hurt you, but that doesn't make me feel much better.

Batistuta looked at De Bruyne.

Pushy?
This sentence ignited him immediately.

Honestly, he could understand Kevin wanting to quarrel with him, after all, there was Courtois on the other side, and he was still socializing with the other party during the game. If possible, he would quarrel with Kevin and then apologize to make him feel better, but showing off? He didn't accept this reason.

"You pissed me off, Kevin!" Batistuta looked De Bruyne straight in the eye with a cold face, "How dare you accuse me of this, especially when I just rejected Thibaut's request outside--"

"What did he say to you?" De Bruyne jumped up.

"You want to know?" Batty put on a fake smile and took a step forward, keeping just the right distance, provocative and ambiguous. He was not in a hurry at all, and even lowered his head and wiped the water stains on De Bruyne's shoulders with his sleeve. "Come closer, and I'll tell you."

De Bruyne really got close.

Batty's fake smile became genuine.

"He told me - you will never know what we said in the last eight minutes." He said to De Bruyne's ear, and smiled maliciously, "I will wrap this thing in icing and hang it in front of you. You have to chase it, but you will never get it, just like a donkey can never eat the carrot dropped by a shrewd businessman. Like it, dear."

"No! You—"

De Bruyne was about to collapse, his whole body turned red, then he pounced on Batistuta, grabbed him by the collar, and beat him hard.

"Tell me! What did he tell you! Tell me!"

"——How dare you!" Batty tasted the blood in his mouth, his eyes widened, and taking advantage of De Bruyne's grip on his collar, he hugged his neck and also started to fight, "How dare you!"

"Get down—get down! Asshole!"

"It hurts! Get away, you're grabbing me? Puta... let go!"

The two men rolled around on the floor of the locker room. The basket containing clothes and equipment was overturned, towels were scattered all over the floor, and various bandages, shin guards, muscle patches, and several water bottles without lids were also overturned. The two men didn't care at all and continued to roll and fight each other in the water.

The scene was so chaotic that it seemed like a fight between Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

B席 didn't dare to go forward to help, so he had to go outside to call for help. In the half minute he was out, the fight between Batistuta and De Bruyne escalated. When everyone arrived, they saw backpacks flying around in the locker room. Batistuta hit De Bruyne's nose with a rolled up sock, and De Bruyne quickly used soap to knock Batistuta over and rub him on the ground.

Everyone was stunned.

"what happened--"

Neymar and Jesus opened the shower door to check. The temperature difference caused the glass door to be covered with mist. But when they saw what was happening, their jaws dropped to the ground like everyone else at the door. Neymar wanted to go over, but was grabbed by Jesus. But it was too late. Batistuta and De Bruyne grabbed each other's hair and arms and rolled into the shower room, and then rolled out again, covered in water.

Just passed by the feet of Jesus and Neymar.

"Make way, make way. Has some wild animal gotten in? Why are you standing here watching? Oh, damn it."

Guardiola squeezed into the locker room from the outside. When he saw Batistuta and De Bruyne fighting so closely, he felt that his bald head was about to grow hair in an instant and then fall out in an instant.

The head coach took a deep breath, then shouted with all his strength—

"Are you out of your mind? Stop it now!"

……

[Bang]
The door of the locker room was closed. Guardiola clapped his hands, then he pinched his eyebrows and turned to face the locker room. Others sat obediently in their seats. Except for a few, most of them had frightened faces.

Just now, he threw the two fighters out and ordered them to go to the private room upstairs. He would settle the score with them after he had finished talking to the locker room.

"No one is allowed to tell anyone about what happened today. Don't tell anyone no matter who asks. If The Sun finds a chance to make up stories, it will not do us any good." Guardiola said, looking at everyone, including the players, coaches, and team doctors. "Do you understand?"

Everyone nodded in unison.

"Pack your things now and gather on the bus in half an hour. Today's situation is special and you are not allowed to leave the team alone for the time being. When we return to Etihad, I will explain everything and then we will disband. But before that, be patient, everyone, be patient."

After saying that, Guardiola left the locker room and walked towards the box upstairs.

On the way, he thought of hundreds of possible situations that might happen to Batty and Kevin. He even thought that someone might be seriously injured and have to be sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, but he had never expected the situation before him.

In the stairwell, Guardiola's face was full of despair.

This was the first time he witnessed it with his own eyes. Just half a floor above him, Batistuta and De Bruyne were kissing. To be precise, De Bruyne pressed Batistuta against the wall and strangled him and (almost) forced the kiss. Both of them had bruises on their faces, and there was even blood next to De Bruyne's nose. Batistuta did not resist. On the contrary, he seemed to be enjoying it.

A few minutes ago they were still fighting fiercely, and now - well, it was still fiercely fought, just in a different form.

Oh my god! You're about to put your tongue down his throat! Guardiola roared loudly in his own world, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, imagining that all this was an illusion, and then opened his eyes.

Sorry, it's not an illusion.

Batty and Kevin are still kissing.

And it's even more intense.

Oh--
Guardiola wanted to punch himself.

"I'm demoting both of you! To the reserve team, the reserve team!" the head coach finally shouted, "I don't care what you're fighting about, no matter what - Hey! Look at me! Listen carefully when I talk! And!! Take your hands out of each other's pants, you two bastards!"

(End of this chapter)