[Football] Bad Boy Batty

[Good evening, viewers. We are now broadcasting the quarter-finals of the 2019-20 UEFA Champions League between Manchester City and Bayern. The players wearing red jerseys attacking from left to right are Bayern, while the players wearing blue jerseys attacking from right to left are Manchester City. Let's first introduce the situation of both sides...]
[…Manchester City is a bit unlucky. Seven players and 7 staff members have tested positive for the coronavirus, including the team's frontcourt firepower, the South American Batistuta, Neymar, and Aguero. Many people are worried about Guardiola. If they are not careful, Manchester City may face the danger of not having the head coach on the field.]
[Before Manchester City was exposed to be facing personnel problems, the number of people supporting Bayern Munich and Manchester City was comparable, but now, most people have turned to the Bundesliga giants. We have to admit that after replacing the previous head coach and letting Flick take over, they have won the Bundesliga and German Cup titles, and their firepower is quite strong. ]
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"Prediction? Ha! Do we need to predict this? Even your knees will know that we can't win." Batty mocked in a self-destructive tone. He was half lying on the sofa with a box of ice cream in his arms, wrapped in a camel-colored blanket, looking inexplicably decadent.

"That's your team. How can you be so unconfident?" Qiao Lin, who was standing by, joked while typing on her notebook. Although her low fever had not subsided yet, it did not affect her work while watching the game with Batistuta.

"This has nothing to do with confidence, this is a fact." Batistuta said vaguely while eating ice cream, "Bayern has a full lineup and has been running in for several months, while we only have half of the main players, and the running-in training period is pitifully short. If such a lineup can win, it will only be possible if God himself plays on the field."

"But I think you should still cheer for Manchester City." Qiao Lin pulled her mask and looked at Loach on the other side of the sofa. "What do you think?"

Loach didn't want to get involved in this. He rolled up his lips like a camel and glared at Qiao Lin with a complaining look.

"Bati certainly hopes that Manchester City can win," he said, "but under the current circumstances, the possibility is very low."

Qiaolin twitched her eyebrows to express her surprise.

"If I were sitting in the stands, I would of course cheer for the team, no matter how much the gap between us and our opponents was, I would always believe in the hope of victory." Batistuta coughed a few times out of fear, "But I'm not there now, and I don't have the responsibility of being the captain, so I can complain all I want."

"Yes, you are the boss and you have the final say."

At this time, the score on the field changed. Kimmich lifted the ball into the penalty area, Lewandowski's header was blocked by Bravo, and Muller followed up and shot into the net.

【Jaaaaaaa! 】

Thomas Muller's loud cheers echoed over the empty stadium.

Tsk.
Batty smacked his lips.

"This guy is so loud," he said. "I felt like he brought a megaphone to the game before, and it's even more obvious now that there are no fans."

"I don't think that's what you should be worried about." Qiao Lin sneered, "The corkscrew has opened the bottle again. You'd better pray that this game is not a big score."

"What do you mean?" Batty asked after a moment's pause.

"The nickname given to him by Chinese fans is the bottle opener of tragedy. He scored the first goal in Germany's 4-0 wins over Argentina and Portugal, 7-1 over Brazil, and Bayern's 7-0 and 8-2 over Barcelona," Qiao Lin explained.

"...very vivid." Batty tightened the corners of his mouth.

Of course, if it weren't for the 7-1 win, he would still be happy to laugh at those teams that were badly beaten.

"Speaking of this, Batistuta." Qiao Lin stopped typing, "I remember you like Thomas Muller very much, why don't you follow him--"

"I hate long-distance relationships." Batty guessed what she wanted to ask and answered her directly.

"Nonsense, you and Neymar were also in different places at the beginning." Qiao Lin crossed her arms and looked at him, "I don't believe this is the only reason."

"These are two different things." Batty waved his hand. "Maybe I really like his personality and attitude towards life, but I don't want to date everyone I like."

"Wow!" Jolene pretended to be surprised. "That sounds very un-Barty."

Batty exhaled in protest and rolled his eyes at his friend without disguising, "Why, do I look like a tyrant who must have any man I like?"

"No, that's too aggressive. They say you are more like a fish pond owner. When you see a fish you like, you sit on the shore holding the fish tank and wait for the fish to jump in by itself before putting it into your own pond," said Qiao Lin.

Barty caught the point in her long sentence. "They?"

"Um, this is my little group, which was created because of the World Cup. To be honest, I'm quite surprised that there are still people chatting at this moment. After all, everyone was deceived by your 'sexy' photos." Qiao Lin tapped the computer screen.

"Yeah."

“Yes, your photos are very popular.”

"My pleasure."

"Yeah, when the fangirls get crazy, they really go crazy. Some of the girls who promote you even learned Portuguese, just to understand the fan site that Brazilian fans built for you a long time ago. Speaking of which, Batistuta, you know, they also did a serious analysis of your personality formation, saying that the biggest reason why you love going to nightclubs, drinking and having trouble having a stable relationship is your father, yes, the one who is related to you by blood."

Batty narrowed his eyes.

He had a feeling that Qiao Lin would not say what he liked to hear next.

"Stop, I'm not interested in that reason." He muttered and turned away, "Be quiet, go write your video script or novel, make me pregnant or something, I want to watch the game."

Qiaolin shrugged and said nothing more. She raised her hand to her mouth and made a zipper-like gesture.

"Thank you!" Batty expressed his gratitude with his eyes.

However, less than a minute had passed before Qiao Lin stopped typing again. After struggling for a while, she picked up the scratcher she brought from China and poked Barty's shoulder.

"Have you heard? One of Ronaldinho's fiancées broke up with him because he is now bankrupt. During the epidemic, he built a dock in violation of regulations and all his assets were frozen. When he fled to Uruguay to hide, he was imprisoned for using a fake passport. When the card was liquidated, there were only 6 reais in it." She whispered.

Batty turned his head and gave his friend a shocked look.

Qiao Lin shrugged: "Nothing special, just gossiping with you."

"Where did you hear this fake news? That guy couldn't be this bad no matter how poor he was." Batty couldn't believe it. "Maybe I set the keyword invisible, but why didn't anyone tell me this--"

As the game entered the 63rd minute of the second half, Bayern scored their second goal, this time by Sane, and the Bundesliga giants led 2-0.

Batty watched the replay on the screen, blew his hair on his forehead, and his eyes gradually lost their luster.

"Damn it, I won't watch the rest." He threw away the half-melted box of ice cream and the remote control. "Come on, Qiaolin, chat with me. If you want to know anything about the team, just ask."

"Don't talk about Ronaldinho?"

"Who cares what he does?" Batty waved his hand. "Loach, go make a phone call and ask him what's going on there. Is he really stupid enough to let the government freeze his assets?"

"What if he really goes bankrupt? Are you prepared to help him?"

"No." Batty sneered, "I'm not helping him. I called him just to laugh at him. He deserves it."

Before he could figure out Ronaldinho's situation, the game was over. Manchester City fought until the last minute, but still failed to create a miracle.

Bayern won 2-1 and advanced to the final. Although he had been mentally prepared, Batistuta was still so upset when Manchester City was eliminated at the end of the game that he felt as if a big stone was blocking his chest.

It's all because of this damn virus. If he hadn't been unable to play because of the positive test, the outcome of the game might have been different.

But it's too late to say anything now.

Manchester City has experienced a terrible season. Due to the impact of the epidemic and various factors, they have not achieved any results. In sharp contrast, Manchester United next door, on the day after Manchester City was defeated by Bayern, they successfully defeated Leipzig and met Bayern in the final.

Manchester United fans are going crazy. They have already won the League Cup and FA Cup this season. If they can win the Champions League, they will be able to laugh at their arch-rivals to their heart's content and will probably even use the title of 'noisy neighbours' to mock Manchester City.

"I want Bayern to win, sincerely."

In the common room of Manchester City, Batistuta was sitting on the pool table, his hands clasped together, his face full of piety. Next to him sat Neymar and B Silva, Lucas, Aguero and Walker were sitting on the sofa not far away, and the others were scattered in various corners of the room.

Today is the day of the Champions League final.

Just two days ago, the test results of Manchester City players gradually turned negative and they could return to the training ground. Although there are no more game tasks, it does not mean that the season is over. Guardiola and the coaching staff still have some precautions to explain before the holiday, and the team has not taken a family photo yet.

Naturally, after taking the group photo, most people chose to stay and watch the final in the lounge with their teammates.

"I don't want Manchester United to win either, but I don't have a good impression of Bayern. If Kylian can lift the Champions League trophy, I will wish him well." Neymar said fairly.

"What! Who are you on the side of?" Batistuta hooked his neck and pinched his cheeks with both hands. "If Manchester United wins the Champions League, the media will compare Mbappe and me again, or worse, and then no one will care that Augustus is a pervert. Do you want to see him harass me legally?"

"No no no Batistuta, that's not what I meant, I meant I don't like either Manchester United or Bayern, but I know Kylian, so - oh hell!"

Neymar tried to explain himself, but Batistuta was not satisfied with his explanation, so he used both hands to tease him. Neymar was interrupted several times. Soon the nature of the matter changed. Neymar simply gave up explaining and reached out to fight back, hitting Batistuta on the head and waist.

The two of them got into a fight on the pool table.

"How funny, the guy who stopped us from playing in the finals is now the one having the most fun on the team. I thought he should at least feel guilty."

No one knows why, but De Bruyne, who was sitting on the armrest of the sofa, suddenly spoke sarcastically. Although he did not mention who it was, given that the official had previously announced the approximate route of Manchester City's new coronavirus infection, and that he and someone had not shown any signs of reconciliation recently (on the surface), the direction was very obvious.

The whole house was quiet.

"Are you blaming me, Kevin?" Batistuta stopped playing with Neymar, leaned on the pool table and looked at De Bruyne out of the corner of his eye.

"Did you?" De Bruyne quickly glanced at Batistuta and asked slowly, "I didn't say anything. You took it for granted."

Batty's eyes gradually became dangerous.

"Hey - don't say that to him, Kevin. Batty didn't want to do that either." B Sean spoke up to ease the atmosphere, "No one hurt us. It's all the virus's fault."

"Yes, I agree." De Bruyne retracted his gaze and looked at the screen, but just when everyone thought the alarm was lifted, he spoke again: "But think about it, who brought the virus back and infected us?"

Batty turned his head and looked over: "So you want to say that this is all my fault."

"perhaps."

"Ha! That's funny. You should look for the reason in yourself." Batistuta's eyes were sharp. He knew that De Bruyne could understand what he meant.

Yes, it is true that he brought the virus back to the locker room, but if some people did not take the initiative to approach him for intimacy and have angry sex, how could they be infected?

"Oh, really? It's like you stabbed me with a knife, and after putting all the blame on the knife, you started looking for the cause in me. How come I didn't know you were so keen on victim-blaming theory?" De Bruyne retorted calmly.

"What!!" Batty was angered by the 'victim blaming theory'. "I think you are targeting me on purpose!" He gritted his teeth and said, "You want to fight? Fine, I'll satisfy you!"

De Bruyne acted indifferent, which was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.

Fortunately, Neymar intervened in time, covering Batistuta's ears and forcing him to focus on the TV screen before he rolled up his sleeves to prepare for a fight. "Watch the game, watch the game, Bayern is attacking!"

"Wooo!" Batistuta saw Lewandowski making a cannon shot, "Come on! Can this shot be any more outrageous? The goal is in front of you, not in the sky, idiot!"

Maguire made a contribution. The camera was turned to him several times, and a small burst of regretful boos broke out in the Manchester City lounge.

Seeing that Batistuta's attention had been diverted, Neymar slowly lowered his hands from his ears, and at the same time secretly looked at De Bruyne and gave him a slightly warning look.

'Don't make trouble,' he said.

'It's none of your business.' De Bruyne returned the look.

'You're done, stop bothering him. ' Neymar continued to say with his eyes, 'Stay away from him. '

"You should stay away from him." De Bruyne's mouth curled up in a mocking arc, "Violation warning, pay attention to the safe distance for epidemic prevention."

As the two tried to fight with their eyes——

"Ah!!!" Batistuta's weird cry interrupted the tense atmosphere, "It was so close! Muller's pass was so good! Cheer up, Leroy! You have already created space, just a little more pressure can kill the game!"

Neymar was the first to leave. He pulled Batistuta to ask about what happened on the field. De Bruyne looked in their direction for a while, then sneered softly and turned his attention back to the TV.

ended?
No, he doesn't think so.

Now it's just a matter of starting over.

……

The bad news is that the quarrel between De Bruyne and Batistuta will continue until next season; but the good news is that under the watchful eyes of most Manchester City players, their city rivals lost 1-3 to Bayern and missed the Champions League again.

After the game, Batistuta thanked God and immediately logged onto major social media platforms, congratulating his former teammate Sane while sending his best wishes to Bayern and mocking Manchester United.

According to the grapevine, when the final whistle was blown, the king of Manchester City was so happy that he took the lead in dancing on the pool table. The poor pool table collapsed under the weight of half the team. For this, the chairman of Manchester City criticized and educated him, and punished him to buy a new pool table for the lounge.

Not many people believed this at first, but after a fan took a photo of a new pool table being delivered to the Etihad training base, the matter became a reality.

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