[Football] Bad Boy Batty

After the game, the internet went wild. The clip of Batistuta dribbling past six players to score a goal was circulated wildly by netizens, and the previous video of Batistuta being fouled and bleeding in the Manchester derby also became popular.

For a time, Barty attracted countless fans with his amazing skills and exotic looks.

[There are many kings of football, but there is only one elf. Now he has a successor, and Batistuta is taking great strides to attack the honor of his predecessors.]

This comment under the video received tens of thousands of likes in a short period of time.

But at this time Batistuta knew nothing about the comments from the far East. He was walking towards the locker room with Aguero. They were the last to return. When they walked in, the atmosphere inside was not very good.

After losing 1-4, it is understandable that the atmosphere in the locker room would become bad, regardless of whether the opponent was a strong team like Barcelona.

Alandes was also inside. When he saw them coming back, he immediately went to greet them. But when he saw the game ball in Batistuta's hand the next second, he was stunned.

"They gave you the ball?" the assistant analyst asked in amazement. "I thought Messi was going to take it."

Batty walked to his locker and put the ball down, then pulled off his jersey by the collar.

"Yeah, Messi is a nice guy. He thought my goal was beautiful, so he was willing to give it to me." He answered while ruffling his messy hair, with a casual attitude as if the goal was not worth mentioning. "Where's the loach?"

"He has a sore throat and is going back to the hotel." Arandez hastily came to his senses and said, "He told me to call him if you need to find him."

Batty nodded. It was nothing. He just got used to having Loach around.

"Please tell him to have a good rest. I don't need anyone to serve me every day," he said.

Aguero sat down next to Batistuta and quickly took off all his clothes before stuffing them into the locker along with Messi's jersey.

"I'm going to take a shower," he said, pinching the flesh on Buddy's side. "Will you come?"

Batistuta slaps Aguero's paw away.

"Come," he said, "go in first, and I'll come to you soon."

Aguero nodded and quickly slipped into the shower.

The away team's locker room at Camp Nou is not very big, and there are 5 shower heads in the shower room. When Aguero went in, only De Bruyne was still showering, so he chose a seat next to him.

"We tried hard throughout the game, but the result was 4-1, the other team 4, our team 1." De Bruyne suddenly said, "You should have scored the last goal."

Aguero also cared about that goal.

"Yeah, I know, my last kick was shit," he said. "I felt bad the moment I touched the ball... The saddest person should be Batistuta, he passed the ball well, but I handled it so badly."

"... To be honest we missed a lot of chances," De Bruyne said. "I think we deserved to win."

Aguero did not quite agree with his idea. He thought De Bruyne was too arrogant. Guardiola had only been in Manchester City for less than half a year, and it was too hasty for him to want to achieve results now.

There began to be more moisture in the room and the atmosphere became a little strange.

Just then, Batistuta pushed the door open and chose the shower head opposite De Bruyne.

“Kun, Guardiola agreed that we won’t go home tonight,” he said. “You can—”

He stopped talking as he felt something was wrong.

"Did you just have a fight?" Batistuta looked at De Bruyne, then at Aguero, and then said jokingly, "It's just a loss of a game, in the group stage, away from home. When we return to our home court, we - hey, what a good size."

The change of topic was extremely abrupt.

But the content was enough to attract the attention of the two men.

"I'm talking about you, Kevin."

With a clang, De Bruyne knocked over the basin of water next to him.

The Belgian midfielder had no idea Batistuta would say this and his entire face turned red.

"Don't stare at me." De Bruyne said somewhat embarrassedly.

Under Batty's teasing gaze, he hurriedly made a bunch of bubbles on his own place.

"I'm praising you." Batty narrowed his eyes and said with a foxy grin, "You are one of the few people I've seen with a great shape and size. With such a job, why cover it up?"

"Hey!" Aguero next door was unhappy, "We have taken showers together many times, why have you never praised me once?"

"Because it's not my type. I'm not saying it's not great. It's perfect for people who care more about thickness, but I care more about length and color."

De Bruyne is already famous.

Are all South Americans so warm and open? The Belgians wondered why they hadn't seen Fernando and his friends like this before.

Just as De Bruyne was complaining in his heart, Aguero rushed towards Batistuta and the two of them instantly got into a fight.

The picture is extremely beautiful.

Surrounded by water vapor, bubbles and soap fly together.

Suddenly, Aguero stopped.

"Uh, Barty? What's going on with you here?"

He touched the tattoo near Batty's collarbone, which was not as flat as he had imagined.

The Argentine striker asked cautiously: "Is it...injured?"

Batty paused and smiled.

"Small injury."

He raised his hand and wiped away the bubbles, revealing a clear tattoo with pink showing through the inky marks.

"I got shot once when I was fucking with the sugar daddies in the slums, no big deal," he said.

Got shot?
Aguero and De Bruyne were both stunned when they heard this.

"How can being shot be a minor injury? Batistuta, you really need to correct your perception." Aguero said with wide eyes. He reached out and touched the tattoo again and again, and then sighed, "God, I thought the muzzle was just a tattoo effect. Does it still hurt?"

De Bruyne also walked closer to observe, and Batistuta generously let him touch it.

"It happened a long time ago, how can it still hurt?" He smiled. "I used to live in the slums, and getting shot was too common - remember the Hong Kong guy who taught me Cantonese last time I told you about, A Kun, he was the one who took out the bullet for me." After the shock, Aguero and De Bruyne looked at each other, and they saw the same thing in each other's eyes.

So, that's why Batty turned himself into a hedgehog.

……

Batistuta liked the feeling of hot water pouring over his head, so he stayed a little longer. By the time he walked out of the shower, almost 10 minutes had passed and Guardiola had just finished the interview and returned to the locker room.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Batty's back, with only a bath towel wrapped around his waist, bending over to look for something in his bag.

The visual impact is countless times greater than the area between the absolute shorts and socks.

"Put on your clothes, Batistuta." The head coach went over and pulled his towel down to cover his thighs. "Be careful, the stadium is not completely safe. The security in Catalonia can be terrible sometimes."

Batistuta was amused by the tone of an old father who disagreed with his daughter wearing shorts, and he shrugged at the head coach.

"Don't worry, I've been harassed almost since I was a child, so I don't need anyone to teach me about safety awareness, Coach."

Like all parents, Guardiola did not listen to Batistuta's explanation. He just stood by and watched Batistuta get dressed. He even helped him straighten his collar and messy hair. Of course, he did not forget to criticize his willfulness at the same time.

After finishing his old father's nagging, Guardiola finally remembered that he had a room full of players. After briefly explaining the precautions, he asked everyone to return to the hotel.

"Sir, Kun and I are not going with the bus." Batistuta raised his hand to indicate, "Neymar invited me to play, Kun wants to go to Messi's house."

Guardiola stopped and turned around. "You want to go out with Neymar? Where?" He asked suspiciously. "If it's a nightclub, then I can't agree to let you go."

"why?"

"You should go to nightclubs less often. You're only 17."

Oh, here we go again, the same excuse again.

Batistuta wrinkled his nose impatiently. This was the hundredth time he had heard Guardiola say "You are only 17 years old".

but--

Seeing Guardiola's determination to fight to the end, Batistuta lowered his eyes and decided to use a roundabout tactic.

"Okay, I won't go to the nightclub with Neymar, I promise." He said with his most innocent expression, "It's okay for me to go to Messi's place with Kun."

Guardiola knew Messi's character well. No matter how much the little flea played, he would never take Batistuta to a nightclub, so Guardiola finally gave in.

"When you get to Messi's house, send me a message and take pictures. I have to make sure you are there." Guardiola instructed, "Drink less, don't fight, don't be late for the return flight tomorrow morning, I will call you to wake you up at 8 am - leave it to you, kun, keep an eye on him."

Finally, with Batty almost unable to roll his eyes, the old father finally stopped.

"Go ahead," he patted Barty on the back of the head, "have fun."

……

When they arrived at the garage, Neymar and Messi were already waiting there, and besides them, Suarez was also there.

The Uruguayan greeted both men warmly and hugged each of them.

"Hey, I have an idea." Suarez said with a smile, "How about you all come to my place? I have a new car, a family-style one that can accommodate six people, and I just bought a grill, so I can grill meat for all of you."

Although Suarez is strong and looks fierce, he speaks very gently.

Messi stood beside him, winking at Aguero like crazy, it seemed that he didn't want his date with his friend to be disturbed. But Aguero didn't understand, he agreed almost immediately.

"Okay, I haven't tried Uruguayan barbecue yet, I don't know how it compares to Argentina." After saying that, Aguero looked at Batistuta, "You come too, I've told the coach that I'll keep an eye on you, even if you don't go to Leo's house, you can't go to the nightclub."

Batty pouted: "I just went there to relax, dance or something, I'm not going to fly|leaf|or take|drugs, why do you always treat me like a child, I'm 17 years old, not 7 years old."

"Of course I know you're not going to mess around, but there are so many bad guys, it's right to worry." Aguero touched Batistuta with his elbow, "Come on, we can swim together, and I remember that you have a dog at home, Luis, right?
(Suarez: Yes.) (Messi: Luis? When did you become so close?)
That's great, Buddy. You like dogs, so you can go and have a look and experience what it's like to have a dog. Then you can decide whether you want to have one or not."

Tsk, he wouldn't live that kind of old age life.

Batistuta was about to refuse when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Neymar winking at him frantically.

For some reason, Batty suddenly didn't want to refuse.

He had never seen Neymar look sad or disappointed in front of him, and since Manchester City lost the game today, a strange desire arose in his heart.

I want to see how frustrated the other person is after failing.

So the refusal that was about to come out of Batty's mouth was rearranged and spoken out.

"Okay, I'll go with you." The light-haired boy raised his chin, "I also want to try Uruguayan barbecue."

Messi and Neymar over there were petrified in their places.

"But I have one request," Batty said, "You have to play my playlist on the car stereo while you're on the road. I promise you'll like it."

Suarez smiled.

"no problem."

So it was happily decided that the two separate dates eventually turned into one party.

In Suarez's car, cheerful Portuguese songs played all the way. What Batistuta said was right, Suarez and Aguero both loved his playlist.

To the music, the three people in the front row almost started dancing.

but--

After passing the dividing line in the middle, Neymar and Messi, who were sitting in the back, were not very happy, and both of them had long faces.

After looking at each other depressedly, they smiled bitterly at the same time.

Why is it happening like that.

(End of this chapter)