[Football] Bad Boy Batty

[Manchester City team revealed another disagreement, captain led the fight, please click to watch for details]

Although the head coach issued a gag order in the locker room, the media still knew about this matter. After all, in 2020, information leaks are everywhere.

In the office, Guardiola held up a copy of The Sun with a frown on his face. His arms had been like that for nearly three minutes and were about to cramp. But even so, he was unwilling to put the newspaper down and look at the two guys opposite him, whose names were published on the front page of the newspaper with a black crack in the middle to symbolize the 'break'.

disaster.

Complete and utter disaster.

Five minutes later, Guardiola couldn't hold it any longer. He put down the newspaper and looked at his two favorite and most trusted players with a judging look.

"Tell me, what happened?" he asked.

"It's not my fault." Batty answered quickly, shaking his hair. He had several short bandages on his face, and his neck and body were covered with scratches and bruises. He looked miserable.

De Bruyne next to him didn't say anything. His entire nose was bandaged and there were not many wounds on the surface, but Batistuta's fighting style always hits the vital points directly, so he was not much better off.

"I didn't ask whose fault it was," Guardiola slammed the table. "I asked how it happened, why it happened, who started it."

"Him!" Batty answered decisively, "He was the first one to grab my collar and hit me in the face. He was the first one to yell at me. He was the first one to get mad. He was the one who started the whole thing."

"why?"

"How should I know!" Batistuta opened his eyes wide and looked at Guardiola. "Please, Pep, ask him if he has taken the initiative. He has been targeting me since I returned to the locker room. He is deliberately looking for trouble!"

Guardiola looked at De Bruyne: "Is that what he said?"

De Bruyne seemed to have made up his mind not to speak. He lowered his head slightly and stared at the tactical board behind the head coach, on which was the tactical layout before the game. He stared at the blue magnets representing Real Madrid in a daze, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Kevin, Kevin?" Guardiola asked several times, "Why did you fight with your captain?"

"He violated epidemic prevention regulations and chatted with the opponent's goalkeeper at the door of our locker room, and refused to disclose the content of the conversation." De Bruyne finally spoke, but the content of his answer really made Batistuta laugh.

"Excuses, all excuses. Listen to Pep. He won't let me talk to anyone." Batistuta crossed his arms and laughed sarcastically. "I think he went crazy because I helped Courtois."

De Bruyne turned to look at him, "I already said it has nothing to do with him."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"you."

"Come on, you were in control yesterday until I refused to tell you what Tibaud asked me. Then you suddenly lost your mind. Now you dare to say it's not because of him?"

"No."

"Oh my God! You are not as stubborn as a cooked duck!"

Guardiola was having a headache because of their noise. Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control again, he slammed the table hard. The loud noise made the two people opposite stop immediately.

"That's enough!" The head coach rubbed his temple. "I don't care. No matter what the reason is, this matter ends here. Since we still have the Champions League mission next, your punishment will be postponed to next season. You will sit on the bench for the first three Premier League games next season."

Batistuta was stunned: "Pep! I'm the captain!"

"Oh, yes, you are the captain." Guardiola tapped his forehead, "Then you are not allowed to play in the first four games, and starting from the pre-season training, you will be responsible for picking up the ball throughout the game."

"But--"

"Why is it not enough?"

"... Enough." Batty snorted and rolled his eyes at De Bruyne. De Bruyne rolled his eyes and mechanically pulled the corners of his mouth to give Batty a mocking smile.

"By the way." Guardiola cleared his throat, "Starting from tomorrow's training, you have to hold hands and tell everyone that you have reconciled. It can't affect the upcoming game against Lyon. Got it?"

"Juses!" Batistuta almost rolled his eyes at the head coach. "Holding hands? Pep, how did you come up with this damn idea? I heard that Bayern did this. Did you learn it from them?"

"Really smart, yes." Guardiola praised Batistuta with a smile, "You can't change my mind, follow my orders, player."

"We've made peace," Batistuta said forcefully, grabbing De Bruyne's arm to show it. "How can we not have made peace when he put his tongue in my mouth? You saw Pep, am I wrong?"

De Bruyne continued to sneer, but he did not struggle and just let Batistuta hold his arm.

Guardiola glanced at them deliberately, then shook his head decisively and firmly, "You two are freaks, I'm just an ordinary person, I can't tell whether you are quarreling or flirting, fighting or foreplay." He said, "I don't even understand what state you are in now."

"Now?" Batistuta glanced at De Bruyne. "It probably won't affect his playing condition."

"No." De Bruyne said, "I don't want to see you, I don't want to cooperate with you, and I don't want to pass the ball to you."

"Come on, that's not what you said last night."

"I didn't turn on the lights last night, so I couldn't see you."

"That's because you insisted on pushing me against the wall but you didn't have the strength to support me, so I reached out and accidentally hit the switch."

"I want you from yesterday back, you know why, because he rarely speaks."

"Really? I missed you yesterday, too. At least he put his energy into doing things instead of just talking."

"Shut up Dee."

"Just shut up Kevin."

Guardiola: …
Guardiola: (I'm on a ventilator)
……

This went on for almost a week, and Batistuta and De Bruyne also trained hand in hand for almost a week. Although it made a few people unhappy, most people in the club still welcomed it.

In mid-August, the Champions League quarter-finals were in full swing. Manchester United beat Atalanta 8-1 and Leipzig defeated Atletico Madrid 4-3. There were two games left, one between Bayern and Barcelona, ​​a traditional decisive match, and the other between Manchester City and Lyon, with basically no suspense.

At the Etihad training ground, the players were divided into several teams and carried out special training in different places. On the cycling side, Kyle Walker and B Silva were assigned to a group. While riding their bikes, they watched Batistuta and De Bruyne not far away reluctantly holding hands and running back and forth.

As they were running, Batistuta was half a beat behind because of an obstacle. De Bruyne laughed at him. When they reached the finish line, the two of them started arguing about this again.

This situation has been going on for a long time, to the point where everyone else at City has gotten used to it, and it would be strange if Batistuta and Kevin didn't argue with each other on the training ground one day.

Of course, even if they quarrel, they still have to hold hands. "When do you think they can reconcile?" asked Seat B.

"Didn't they make up?" Walker asked in a fun-loving manner.

"Are you serious, Kyle?" Seat B raised his chin to point at the two people who were arguing more and more fiercely, "This doesn't look like they've made up."

"Their relationship is like a stock or a fund. You can't predict when it will go up or down," Walker said. "Maybe you think they hate each other, but maybe they are enjoying it."

enjoying the moment?

B席 glanced over there again, and Batty showed his canine teeth, as if he was going to bite Kevin.

The Portuguese midfielder pursed his lips and was skeptical of Walker's words, "I still hope they can go back to the state where they hugged each other every day and joked with each other."

"It's good to have dreams," Walker commented. "In my experience, you have to wait until next spring to get them back to that state."

"Next spring?" Seat B was stunned.

"At least." Walker shrugged. "Want to make a bet?"

"Uh--"

"2 yuan, bet on when they will return to their original cute appearance, want to?"

"Okay, I'll bet with you."

……

Around 7 o'clock in the evening, Manchester City's night training was about to end. Led by Aguero, many people decided to watch the game between Barcelona and Bayern at the club before going home. At this time, Batistuta and De Bruyne started arguing again.

This time it was more serious. It was the most intense quarrel they had had in recent days. They loosened their hands and rolled into a ball on the grass.

The reason was that De Bruyne made a big move and tackled Batistuta during training.

Batistuta thought that was completely unnecessary and might cause him to get injured and miss the next game, and that De Bruyne had gone too far; De Bruyne thought Batistuta had overreacted, and that it was just a routine operation in training, and if he couldn't handle this, how would he face the fierce tackles from other defenders.

Neymar wanted to go over and help separate them, but Aguero stopped him.

"You will only make things worse if you go. They are two firecrackers now." The Argentine striker reminded, "The coaches have already gone. They will definitely be sent to Pep's office later. Let him worry about this matter. Let's go to watch the game, Barcelona and Bayern. You definitely don't want to miss this, right?"

After hesitating for a while, Neymar finally chose to leave the problem to the head coach to solve.

Batty had also wanted to watch this game for a long time. He thought that he would go watch the live broadcast first, so that when Batty came back from the coach's office, he could tell him about the game he missed.

……

Guardiola learned about the fight between Batistuta and Kevin during dinner. He was not upset at all and even ate a few more pieces of pumpkin.

The Catalan finished his dinner leisurely. He did not rush back to the office, but went to the training ground first. Then he stayed in the lounge for a while, played a few rounds of billiards, listened to some music, and then went to make some coffee. While waiting for the coffee, he also eavesdropped on the gossip of several employees.

When he finished, he looked at his watch.

Well, almost a game is over.

After calculating the time, Guardiola slowly walked towards the office. He really didn't want to catch Batistuta kissing someone again. This time he gave them enough time and even offered his office (once again), just hoping that they could finish before he passed by.

"Everyone, is this over?" He knocked on the office door.

Strangely, there was no movement inside.

"Bati, Kevin?" Guardiola called their names in confusion, "What's wrong?"

There was still no sound in the room.

So Guardiola decisively opened the door and went in, and was shocked by the look of the room.

His office was intact, exactly the same as when he left. The water cup on the table, the blanket on the sofa, the notes and magnet on the tactical board were all in their original places, without even a single document showing any signs of having been moved.

And what about those two troublesome guys who raised his blood pressure?

They were leaning on their work desks, heads touching, holding up an iPad together and looking at the contents on it, both with the same look of surprise and disbelief on their faces.

"What happened?" Guardiola asked as he approached.

"Oh, Pep." Batistuta seemed to have just noticed the presence of the head coach. He took the earphones from his ears and looked up to greet him, as if he was drunk or his soul was taken away.

"What are you looking at?" Guardiola asked again.

"The match between Bayern and Barcelona." De Bruyne answered, and he slowly raised his head, "Didn't you watch it? We thought you were not there and went to watch the game."

"No." Guardiola's doubts reached their peak. He frowned and leaned over. "I don't have to watch the live broadcast. It's more important for me to deal with you two."

"Well, you won't think so after you watch (the game)." Batty touched his nose.

"why?"

"Look for yourself," De Bruyne said, turning the tablet over. "Flick's Bayern is really crazy. You won't believe it."

Guardiola looked intently at the game score on the tablet.

He thought he had seen it wrong.

8-2.

Bayern 8, Barcelona 2.

Guardiola was petrified.

(End of this chapter)