[Football] Bad Boy Batty

In the afternoon, Batistuta was awakened by the constant ringing of his cell phone. Last night he participated in a nightclub event in a nearby business district. He, Neymar, Richarlison and several other Brazilian players in the Premier League played until 4 a.m. before returning home.

"Oh my God."

Batty held his head and grabbed the phone, then opened his eyes blearily to check.
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Manchester City -
Pep Guardiola
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Pep Guardiola
@All The schedule for next season is out. Because of the European war, our first game against Villa was postponed to January. There is no Charity Shield this year, so the second round is the opening game for us.

Pep Guardiola
Pre-season training for the new season will start on September 9th, and players will return to participate on September 9th at the latest. Those who cannot arrive in time can find Manuel.
I know that the past season was not ideal in everyone's mind. Believe me, everyone is very dissatisfied, but losing is losing. Losing is not terrible. Don't take it to heart and look forward.
Because of this damn epidemic, our time is very tight this year, so go home and stay with your family, or go on vacation and change the scenery. When you come back, I hope you can adjust your mentality and keep moving forward. I can tell you for sure that this is by no means the end for you.

Fernandinho
(Fireworks)(Fireworks)(Applause)(Applause)
Kyle Walker
got it
Bernardo
Thank U Pep, great advice, I am planning to go back to Portugal (thumbs up)

Pep Guardiola
Give my regards to your parents.
Pep Guardiola
@Bati I know you are organizing activities again. The Sun photographed you taking two bottles of champagne from a nightclub in the early morning, and you fell down on the street with Neymar. Are you really the captain of my team? You can have a vacation, but you can't overdraw your body. If I find you partying all night again, you will report to the reserve team in the new season.

……

Tsk, annoying.

Batistuta made a series of meaningless bass sounds from his throat. Half of his body was hanging on the edge of the bed, with his whole face buried in the quilt. After about 3 minutes when his brain was fully activated, Batistuta finally got up and replied to the coach's message.

In fact, according to his original plan, he should be enjoying sunbathing on a yacht around Ibiza. The small island belonging to Spain has been a holiday resort for celebrities since ancient times. Batistuta has no interest in pills, but except for those illegal things, Ibiza has everything he likes.

Unfortunately, just before he set off, Di Maria officially announced that he had been infected with the new coronavirus in Ibiza and was expected to miss Paris' first game of the new season. Batistuta did not want to take any risks, so he decisively canceled his flight.

Damn virus.

The King of Manchester City smoothed his hair, cursed under his breath and walked to the bathroom to wash up. While brushing his teeth, he dealt with the rest of the messages he had received.

Neymar's sister sent him a text message saying that her brother had just been dragged out of bed for negotiations. His team had a disagreement with Nike over the contract. Next season, Neymar is likely to switch to Puma, which happens to be a sponsor of Manchester City and will be easier than Nike in terms of image rights and other uses.

Lucas and his brother went back to France to visit their mother. During this time, their biological father seemed to be using the media to hype himself up, trying to whitewash his behavior of abandoning his wife and children and meet with them. He might also want to get some benefits, such as participating in a few talk shows.
The French defender was very angry and cursed Batistuta's father, saying that he would never let him get what he wanted. He also invited Batistuta to go to France with him, saying that his mother wanted to meet him. Batistuta rejected him without hesitation.

Loach went on a date with his vegetarian ex-girlfriend. Before leaving, he asked for Buddy's opinion, but Buddy was still asleep. Now he saw the news that Loach had met the lady. Buddy didn't like her, but if Loach wanted to marry her, he would still give his blessing and be his best man reluctantly.

Qiao Lin went out to shoot material. Recently, she seemed to have discovered a new secret of traffic. She armed herself fully and then recorded the situation under the epidemic in various corners of the UK. Batty was not very clear about the specific operations. He only knew that there was a musical note logo on the software she used, and it was said to be very profitable.

There were also messages from team staff, lawyers, and leaders of his various fan groups, interview invitations from newspapers, invitations to variety shows on Brazilian TV stations, and, oh yes, Augustus also sent a text message, but the content was too long and Batistuta was too lazy to read it.

Nothing else.

Batty put down his phone and took a quick shower. When he came out, he took out pizza and drinks from the refrigerator without even looking at what the nutritionist had prepared. Then he turned on the TV, ready to start his beautiful day with soap operas and junk food.

Even though it's already afternoon.

Damn it, this was definitely the most boring summer break he had ever experienced, Batty thought as he threw the remote control away, and the soap opera on the screen turned into local news.

The Mirror reported that David Silva will leave Manchester City this summer, and to thank him for his contribution, the club's top management unanimously decided to place a statue for him at the entrance of the stadium. Then the camera switched to Manchester City hosting a statue unveiling ceremony outside the Etihad Stadium, with Guardiola attending.

Batty paused but didn't change the channel.

David is leaving too, he sighed in his heart while chewing on pizza. In his impression, David Silva is a very family-oriented person. He is not active in the locker room and rarely participates in their pranks. But when discussing some strange issues such as how to make the most perfect water skip or who would win if a tiger and a lion fought, he would also participate and give his own opinions.

He is a nice guy off the field and a true midfield maestro on it.

There is one less guy who can pass the ball well. Batistuta thought that his departure would have no less impact on Manchester City than Kompany. The King licked his fingertips. When he thought of the midfield, he had to think of another person. He didn't know what he was doing now or how he planned to spend the holiday. There was something more terrible, which was how the relationship between them would end.

[Ding--]
Doorbell rang.

Batty thought it was Qiaolin, so she slowly put on her slippers and walked over to open the door. Although her fingerprint had been recorded, she just didn't want to use it, and she always had to bother Batty, no matter how many times Batty complained to her.

"Move your noble finger. This is the last time. Next time I will - oh, it's you."

The door opened.

Standing outside was a guy who surprised Batty.

"Hi." De Bruyne waved with a smile.

He had a transparent cat bag hanging on his chest, which contained black cat jam. In his left hand, he also held a small bouquet of flowers, about 3 or 5 flowers, all light yellow roses.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," he said. "Don't doubt your eyes, yes, it's me, Kevin De Bruyne, here I come."

……

Batistuta took the jam away immediately. He sat back on the sofa, pretending that De Bruyne didn't exist, and stroked the cat's back. Batistuta seemed to have turned into Marlon Brando in the movie "The Godfather".

"How did you get in?" he asked. "I told the security guard that you've been blacklisted since last year."

"I asked the loach for the right of way."

"He gave it to you?"

"Give it."

"why?"

"I have good reasons."

"Ha!" Batty laughed clearly. "I don't care how you got in. It's not important. Tell me, what is your purpose today? To make peace?"

De Bruyne didn't follow. He stood next to the TV with the bouquet of flowers in his hand. "No, I'm here to get my things," he said.

"Your stuff?" Batty raised an eyebrow. "There's nothing of yours here."

"The bell of the jam, I put it in the box and gave it back to you a while ago as if it were yours," De Bruyne replied. "I know it looks better on you, but now I want it back."

"Don't try to flirt with me, it's useless." Batty said, turning the jam on his knees over so that his belly was facing up, and then buried his head in the cat's soft fur, "You knew I wouldn't let him go back with you, so why did you bring him to me?"

"I didn't want to bring him, he came here on his own."

"Yeah."

"Yes."

"Jam he jumped into the cat bag himself and zipped it up and then somehow got on top of you and followed you over here, didn't he?"

"Yes."

"What about the flowers?"

"The clerk at the store near my house forced it on me."

"Force it on you?"

"Yes." De Bruyne didn't think his reason was far-fetched at all. He looked at the flowers in his hand and asked, "Do you have a bottle? I'll put them in a bottle."

"No." Batty had no interest in flowers. He always thought they were just tools. "Just find a trophy and put it in there."

De Bruyne thought about it and chose a replica of the big-eared cup. He unpacked the bouquet, trimmed the bottom of each branch, and finally put them into the trophy. When he was done, he stood next to the 'vase' and said, "Okay, now give me the bell."

Barty was too busy petting the cat to even look up. "It's in my bedroom closet, on the third drawer on the left, on the right side of the bottom row. I think it's there. I can't remember. You can find it yourself."

The Belgian said nothing more. He went into the long-missed bedroom and searched for it himself. Soon he came out with the collar and the bell on it.

He didn't say anything, just stood beside the sofa.

Batty took the time to look at him. "You got what you wanted." He said, "Why don't you leave? Will you stay for dinner?"

"No, thanks, I'd rather make myself some meatball pasta than cold pizza." De Bruyne made a light mockery of Batistuta's dinner. "I'm going to take my cat back home," he said.

"No way." Batty was very firm, but he quickly realized a problem. Just now, De Bruyne seemed to use the plural form when he said the word "cat". "Are you serious?"

De Bruyne nodded.

He picked up the collar and walked closer to the sofa. Under Batty's scrutinizing eyes, he put it around his neck. After looking at it for a few seconds, he reached out and rang the bell.

"You heard me," De Bruyne said. "I'm going back with my cat."

Cats.

Batty heard it very clearly, plural.

He looked up and met De Bruyne's eyes, "You want me to be your cat."

De Bruyne's pupils were so stable that Batistuta couldn't even see the slightest movement of them. "You have a dog named Kevin," he said, "so why can't I have a cat named Batistuta?"

The air is a bit solid.

Batty said nothing.
De Bruyne didn't say anything either.

They maintained a tense and ambiguous gaze until Jam in Batty's arms discovered the bell on his neck and stretched out his paw to pluck it.

The sound of a bell broke the unpleasant silence.

Batistuta put the cat down and took the blanket for him to play with the tassels on it. He looked De Bruyne in the eyes and suddenly laughed. "You know, this is the weirdest apology I have ever heard."

"Uh-huh, so?"

"So why can't you be more direct?" Barty leaned back on the sofa and tilted his head. He touched the bell with his index finger. "You could have just said you wanted me to jump on you, hug your neck and kiss you. Why did you have to use such a weird way? You're a weirdo."

"Would you do that if I told you?"

"Perhaps, it depends--"

"I want you to jump up and hug my neck and kiss me hard."

Batty shut up.

He didn't expect this. He originally thought that the Belgian in front of him would be more difficult to persuade, and that it would take 5 or 6 rounds of nonsense like the above.

"You're not going to act," De Bruyne said. "Cheater, liar, I knew I couldn't trust you - ugh!"

This time it was Batty's turn not to let him finish his words.

But in a sense, Batty did lie. He didn't rush over to kiss him. He just grabbed his collar and pushed him down on the sofa, and then kissed him hard.

It was a fierce enough kiss.

Normally Batistuta would not be so aggressive, preferring to play the role of first active and then passive, but today was different. He first used a touch to separate De Bruyne's lips, sent himself out, actively entangled him, invited him to dance, and suddenly showed his sharp blade when the other party was immersed in it.

Batty retreated to his position, then bit De Bruyne's lower lip fiercely, and took advantage of the moment when he felt pain to switch back to his original gentle action, wrapping all the pain in a honey pot with a light kiss. Then he waited for the other party to relax, and then bit again when the time was right.

This kiss is both a reward and a punishment, with a strong sense of catharsis.

"Do you remember why we quarreled?" De Bruyne asked during the break.

"Like who gives a fuck," Barty said, rising to his knees and hooking the elastic of the Belgian's shorts. "Do you want to do me or not?"

“The jam is still there.”

"Don't worry, he's an adult."

"Well, then—"

[Ding--]
Damn!
They both cursed in their hearts at the same time.

The atmosphere that was created with great effort was destroyed just like that. The doorbell rang at such a critical moment, which gave people a worse feeling than the advertisement inserted in the middle of the video!

Batistuta didn't want to bother with it, and De Bruyne obviously didn't want to either, but the doorbell just kept ringing and they couldn't ignore it anyway.

The Belgian midfielder patted the man on the waist.

"It's fucking unbelievable!" Batistuta rolled over and got off De Bruyne. Just now he clearly felt that the other party had become less powerful. The Manchester City king walked to the door angrily and then pulled it open fiercely. "I swear to God you--"

There was another unexpected guy outside the door.

"Surprise!" The man gave Batty a hug.

Batty wasn't surprised, "Why are you here?"

"I come to you. Everyone knows that Manchester City may be banned from the European competition. Aren't you going to find a way out for yourself?" he replied with a smile.

"-Are you here to lobby for Real Madrid?" Batistuta asked again.

"Of course not, not entirely. I would be happy to be your teammate in the future. It would be so much more convenient. You have no idea how outrageous the quarantine from Spain to the UK is, Batistuta. I finally got to you, but you're not even willing to invite me in to sit for a while." The visitor spoke in a brisk tone. He glanced at the layout of the room and said with pretended grievance.

Batty's apartment is well kept confidential. The entrance is narrow, and unless you go inside and turn the corner, you can only peek into a small part of the hallway.

"Look, Thibaud, I'm busy today, I don't-"

Courtois didn't give Batistuta a chance to finish his words. He squeezed through the door, put his arms around Batistuta's waist and picked him up, hooked his feet to close the door, and then placed Batistuta on the cabinet at the door like a toy doll. His movements were smooth and seamless, as if he had rehearsed them many times. He even caught a glass ornament that almost fell to the ground.

"Look, the goalkeeper's special ability," he joked.

God.

Batty rolled his eyes. This guy must have a special fetish for his desk or something. Every time they met, he would pick him up and throw him on the desk.

"Besides the transfer, I have something else to ask you." Courtois spread Batistuta's knees apart and placed his hands on the table on both sides of him, looking up at him. "Will you really not consider my suggestion again?"

(End of this chapter)