[Football] Bad Boy Batty

"Me llama' a las seis...na~"

At 9 o'clock in the morning, Batistuta pushed open the door of the club with a brisk step, humming a song, and exuding a happy atmosphere. Although he was drenched three times by the damn dark clouds over Manchester in the past 10 minutes, it could not stop his good mood.

why?
It’s actually very simple, because Manchester United lost.

The day before yesterday, they had just finished the 29th round of the Premier League. Thanks to goals from B Silva and Gundogan, Manchester City almost won a victory to maintain their undefeated record this season, bringing their points to 87. The car radio just told him that Manchester United lost to Fulham yesterday, at home, which widened the gap between them and Manchester City to 17 points.

It is said that after the game, Augustus was furious in the locker room, smashing two TVs on the wall and someone's cabinet, and publicly accused Mourinho, saying that it was all caused by his tactical mistakes.

According to insiders, they argued so loudly that reporters waiting in the mixed interview area could hear it.

The radio station continued to reveal more news, and it seemed that Mourinho was also very annoyed, but Batistuta didn't listen to what he said and did.

He doesn't care about that.

The more chaotic Manchester United is, the happier he is, and the bigger Augustus' reaction is, the happier he is. As for how chaotic they are internally, why they are in chaos, and whether Augustus did something right or wrong, he doesn't care.

"I want to commit a crime on you~ Let's have some fun in the V8, we don't even have to go to the motel, start at nine and finish at ten - morning, Claire, it's a nice day today." Buddy sang the indecent lyrics and waved hello to the front desk.

"Hehe, yes, the weather was so good that I got two coats soaked." Claire scratched her wet hair and said, "By the way, Barty, there's a package for you in the back."

"Express delivery?" Batty paused, "I don't remember buying anything."

"Then I don't know. Maybe it's the life-size pillow Qiaolin gave you. It's a big package." Claire pointed to the back. "I just moved in with two people."

Batty raised an eyebrow warily, "Why did she give me a life-size pillow? Wait, whose pillow is it?"

"That's just what I said." Claire waved her hand. "As for why I guessed it was the pillow, didn't Qiao Lin tell you that she received an order from a big money sponsor, tens of thousands of pounds directly deposited into her card?"

"No." Batty became interested. He leaned on the table and looked at Claire. "What does that mean? Did she find a rich old man?"

"No." Claire winked at Barty. "It was a fan-made customization. I don't know the specific requirements, but I know it was from you and Augustus, and it was related to pillows. That guy directly sent her a truckload of pillows."

Batty: ?
He gave a somewhat forced fake smile.

“So those pillows—”

"Yes, they are all from Augustus."

Batty: ...

"You guys are getting more and more perverted." Batty made a disgusted expression and stood up from the front desk, "I don't want that package anymore, find someone to throw it out."

"I'm just guessing," Claire said.

"Thank you, I'd better not take the risk." Batty gave her a middle finger. "What if the damn sponsor is the lunatic himself? Who can say he won't put bad things in the pillow?"

"How is that possible? He can't be that idle, right? You know what a mess Manchester United has been in recently." Claire said to Batistuta's back, "Then I'll help you take it apart. If it's a pillow, I'll help you throw it away. If it's not, I'll leave it for you."

Barty waved his hand at her from behind to show his agreement, and then his figure quickly disappeared into the hall.

"...I never thought I would have to do part-time manual labor. The club should pay me double salary." Claire muttered as she was about to open the package. Suddenly she stopped, and Batty's words a few minutes ago began to repeat in her mind endlessly.

Don't say it, really don't say it.
The mysterious financier behind the custom-made fanfiction might actually be Augustus himself, as this seems like something he would do.

The receptionist was startled and began to bite her nails unconsciously.

How to do.
If it was really Augustus——

Damn, it’s even more exciting.

……

Batistuta just arrived at the door of the indoor training ground and was about to push it in, but the door opened by itself and Ruben Dias just happened to push the door open and came out. He was only wearing shorts, was covered in sweat, and was breathing rapidly, as if he had just finished training.

"Hi Batistuta." The Portuguese greeted him and then walked away wiping his sweat. Batistuta guessed that he must have missed the chance to change his clothes.

Strange.

Batty looked in the direction where he disappeared with a scrutinizing look.
It's only 9 o'clock and training hasn't started yet, but why does he seem to have finished it?

More practice?
Really hardworking.

"Good morning, Batistuta, why don't you go in?" Foden's voice suddenly came from behind, "I see you've been here for a while."

"Nothing." Batty turned around and smiled at Foden, patting the melon peel on his head. "Good morning, Phil, I just ran into Reuben. He seems to have come to the gym early."

"Oh, that." Foden seemed not surprised at all about Dias. "He always comes early. I met him once at the beginning of this season, and then Philip (an assistant coach) told me that he had been insisting for a long time."

"Yeah."

"Yes." Foden said as he opened the door and walked in with Batistuta. "I heard that he always comes here 40 minutes early to work on his chest and arms."

"Well--" Batty's eyes flashed with Diaz's appearance just now, including his wet hair, his obviously trimmed beard and sideburns, and the muscle lines formed by exercise.

Nice body.

It turns out that they were all trained in the gym in advance.

"We have to admit that he is effective," Batty chuckled. "40 minutes, wow-oh, he came over to practice while I was still sleeping, learn from him, Phil."

"Of course I can too." Foden was a little competitive with Diaz. He lowered his head and thought for a while, then asked casually, "Will you come? Come 40 minutes or half an hour earlier every day, and we can go together."

"I can't." Batty refused without hesitation, "I am a normal person who has needs and a nightlife. If I can, I would rather play until 6 a.m. and then sleep until the afternoon."

"That's true. I certainly can't do that either." Foden gave Batistuta a look that said 'it's true'. "Speaking of which, do you know there's a new nightclub opening on 5th Street?"

"I don't know." Batistuta was intrigued. "Have you been there? What's it like inside?" "Future metal elements, very punk." Foden touched Batistuta's shoulder. "You may not like the music. The resident DJ likes to find strange elements from various countries to fuse. There are Latin styles, but not many."

"Okay, what about the others?"

"The rest is nothing new, just the same - oh yeah, he has the Coke bucket you can't find in all of Manchester, the one that's really popular in Argentina, what's it called?"

"Fernet Coke bucket?"

"Yes, that's it."

"Oh-hoo! Great!" Batty excitedly gave Foden a hug, "I've been looking for it for almost a century!"

"Okay, then we'll go together next time." Foden patted Batistuta on the back and closed his eyes, trying hard to remember the feeling of his nose touching the skin of the other's neck.

What he didn't say was that he had already tasted the thing called Finette Cola Bucket. The taste couldn't be said to be bad, it could only be said to be - terrible.

But since Batty liked it, he was willing to drink it with him again, and then pretend that it was the first time. He believed that Batty would not miss the opportunity to tease him, and the painful expression on his face when he drank that stuff would definitely make Batty laugh until tears came out.

It would be a great memory, a memory just for the two of them, Foden thought.

……

When the afternoon training ended, the Champions League draw happened to take place, and most of the players and coaches who had nothing to do gathered in the screening room to wait for the results.

Batistuta was the last to arrive. Since his group had severely bullied the second team's group today, as the captain, Batistuta generously said that he would clean up the training ground for them today.

Lucas stayed to help, and they drove a car to send all the balls back. Batistuta thought they would have a chance to find an empty room to be intimate for a while, but in the room, Lucas pulled him aside and talked about Theo's situation for 20 minutes.

Batty almost rolled his eyes to the sky.

Thank God Walker finally called them over in the group to hurry over because the draw was about to begin, otherwise Lucas might not have been able to walk over upright.

However, no matter how hard we tried, it was still too late.

"Why did you come so late? It's all over." De Bruyne put one foot on the chair in front of him and crossed his arms and said to Batistuta, "I even suspected that there was a black hole in the equipment room. You went to explore it and came back after a dangerous time."

"Haha, very funny, thank you Kevin, you cured my happiness for the whole day." Batty gave him a middle finger, then shook off Lucas and squeezed into the chair next to Foden.

"Is it over? Who did we draw?" Batty asked.

"Yes--"

“Ah, ah, ah!” Foden was about to answer when B Silva suddenly turned around and covered his mouth, then made a crazy gesture of fireworks exploding, “I’m telling you how boring it is, Batistuta, guess what!”

Batistuta made no secret of his disdain: "Guess what? Any guess? Manchester United? Real Madrid? Barcelona? Or something else."

"Okay, okay, I'll give you a hint." Seat B stretched out a finger and shook it, "It's from Germany!"

Germany -

"Bayern?" Batistuta blurted out.

"No." Seat B shook his head, "This one isn't that far south, it has to be further north."

"Emmm——"

"This tip won't work, Bernardo, you think too highly of him." De Bruyne said sweetly and sarcastically at the right time, "As for that idiot Batistuta, he doesn't even know where Bayern is in Germany. Do you expect him to guess which club is further north?"

Batty: ...

Although he hated to admit it, De Bruyne was right. He didn't even know where Germany was and how far it was from where he was now.

"That's it," De Bruyne said with the final blow. "He's just a fool."

Batistuta responded with more middle fingers. Since his own hands were not enough, he borrowed Foden's. Two people with four hands raised their middle fingers to the Belgian midfielder at the same time, and De Bruyne responded with the same.

"Help, gentlemen, this is of no help." Manuel stopped the little boys' childish behavior. He threw his mobile phone to Batistuta, which showed the news of the Champions League draw. "Dortmund, our quarter-final opponent is Dortmund."

Batty caught the phone and said, "It would have been over sooner."

He slid the screen and it said that the two rounds of the game would be played in the middle of next week and at the weekend, first away and then at home, and they would go to the Signal Iduna Park first.

"Wait, Dortmund."

As he watched, Batistuta suddenly remembered a name, a name that had been mentioned since last season.

"Is little Harland there?" he asked, looking up.

"Bingo!" Walker snapped his fingers while leaning on his seat. "We were counting on you to remember. The answer is yes, you are right. We are going to fight him soon."

"Expect me to remember? Why?"

"Because Haaland just broke your record, baby." Walker smiled and lifted Batistuta's chin. "He scored 18 goals in only 13 games, and you took 15 games. How about it, how does it feel to have the record broken?"

"Feeling? What kind of feeling can I have?" Batty knocked Walker's hand away and shrugged his nose at him with disdain. "It's obvious that the person who can break my record is not an ordinary person, but--"

The king drawled out the final word.

"——This time, I will let him see what the dominance of the Champions League king is like."

(End of this chapter)