[Football] Bad Boy Batty

[Two generations of Blue Moon Army shooters present a wonderful duel]
[Aguero in adversity, Batistuta in despair, a thrilling night]
【Manchester City wins the FA Cup, one step closer to a perfect season】

[Only one step away from the final victory, the entire Manchester United team bowed their heads in silence after the game]
[Sly! Barty deliberately used the medal to tease her opponent during the award ceremony]
[Live report, Augustus keeps a close eye on Batistuta, Manchester City's two kings face off in a fierce duel]
[After being the boss for 5 years, did Augustus get what he wanted? 】

A reversal made Manchester City top the hot search again, attracting the attention of not only fans but also many passers-by. After all, there is no eternal winner on the green field. People expect Manchester City to achieve the feat of winning all the games in the season, while at the same time they expect a club to come forward and defeat Manchester City.

But as the Premier League draws to a close, that hope is fading.

Immediately afterwards, Manchester United suffered internal turmoil and suffered a series of setbacks. They lost unexpectedly to Fulham, and the score difference was widened to 18 points, allowing Manchester City to win the league championship 5 rounds in advance.

That game was also Neymar's first game after recovering from injury. Batistuta was not included in the squad and he watched the game in the stands.

According to fans at the scene, in the last few minutes of the game, Batistuta in the stands learned the news of Manchester United's loss from his mobile phone. He was so emotional that he jumped over several railings and rushed into the stadium from the stands like a fan.

Of course, the Etihad guards gave him enough face and allowed him to inform all the players on the field of the good news of Manchester United's loss before carrying him off the field.

According to rumors, Manchester City held a celebration party at a star-rated restaurant in the city that night, and all the staff sang a song that mocked Manchester United, which was adapted from "Wonderwell". It is said that the composer Noah Gallagher was also present and personally changed the lyrics.

During the same period at the Carrington training base, witnesses said that Augustus and Mourinho had a big argument that was almost irreconcilable. After discovering that someone had witnessed the incident, the two quickly disappeared into the corridor. A few minutes later, a kettle was thrown from the second-floor window.

Manchester United officially denied the rumor.

But regardless of whether it is true or not, the news still spread among the fans, and some even called it another flying boot scandal in the post-Ferguson era, also known as the cup throwing scandal.

On May 5, the last round of the league, away game against Everton, this was also the last day for Manchester City to create a miracle. All cameras were focused on Goodison Park.

In the player tunnel, while there was still some time before the game started, Batty walked around the camera and called Loach.

"Bring some champagne," he whispered.

"How much?" asked Loach. In his opinion, 5 or 6 bottles should be enough. If you want to try human paragliding, a dozen or more should be enough.

But he didn't expect Batty to ask for 20 bottles.

"Jesus!" Loach looked at his boss in surprise, "What do you need so much for? A champagne bath?"

"That's about right." Batty shrugged. "If we win today, we'll win the Premier League. Why not celebrate and try some new tricks? I'm afraid 20 bottles won't be enough."

"But... the Champions League hasn't started yet." Loach hesitated and said in a low voice.

"What did you say?" The stands were too noisy, and Batty couldn't hear anything. He only saw Loach Mouth seemed to say something, "20 bottles of champagne, can't you get them?"

"No, we can get it." Loach scratched his hair and raised his voice, "I'm just worried that celebrating early might not be a good idea, just like Pele's crow's mouth and touching the trophy before the game or opening champagne at halftime. There's a curse."

Batty rolled his eyes fiercely.

"You look like a jinx to me!" He kicked Loach's butt hard, "Stop talking nonsense. God never told you to believe in these things. Go get it! I want to see 20 bottles of champagne in the locker room after the game! Otherwise, I'll tell your current girlfriend everything about you and your vegetarian ex-girlfriend!"

"Yes, yes, it's my fault. I'll fix it." After promising to show up with champagne, the black youth rubbed his butt and left the player tunnel.

In fact, even if Batistuta didn't tell his current girlfriend about his ex-girlfriend, he would have done it anyway, because Batistuta is his boss and his family.

Not far away, two people watched the whole process of Batty "bullying" the loach side by side. They held their arms and shook their heads in the same posture.

"They have a really good relationship," Richarlison exclaimed.

"Yeah, I see this every day in Manchester City," Neymar said with a smile. "Bati is either hammering a loach or on his way to hammering a loach. I laugh every time I see him kicking a loach's ass."

Of course, not only Neymar, but everyone in Manchester City club thinks these two people are interesting.

When they first came, they were almost the same height, so it was reasonable to say that they were brothers. But now, it is obvious that Loach is more than a head taller than Batistuta and much stronger, and can even beat most of the troublemaking fans, but in front of Batistuta he always behaves like a soft, helpless little girl, allowing Batistuta to beat and scold him.

Maybe this is their unique and strange symbiotic relationship.

"That would be great." Richarlison whispered, "If only I could..."

"Why, do you want to get your ass kicked by Batty too?"

"Of course I do." Richarlison said confidently, "He would only do that if the relationship is good. If the relationship is not good or he doesn't care, Batistuta won't even look at it."

Neymar was stunned when he heard this. Richarlison's words reminded him of something that happened to Batistuta recently.

Richarlison obviously didn't notice. He continued: "Thanks to the America's Cup, my relationship with Batistuta has improved dramatically. He was even willing to jump on me and allow me to carry him on his back. Since then, he has invited me to every party he has held. I feel invited into his circle, but that's all. I want to go further."

Although this sounds more like a soliloquy, what does Richarlison mean by this?
The more Neymar listened, the more he felt something was wrong. Alarms started going off in his head. Has Batistuta's influence, or charm, reached him?

Did Richarlison not see their relationship and wanted him to help get closer to Batistuta? Or did he see their relationship and wanted to show his identity and declare war?
So Neymar temporarily put aside what he had just thought of.

"Further?" he asked tentatively. "What do you mean?"

Then I heard Richarlison sigh next to me——

"I also want Batty to treat me as his own, just like he did to Loach, don't hesitate, call me stupid, hit my head, kick my ass." He said rather sadly, "If I say I'm a little jealous of Loach and want to take his place, would you think I'm a lunatic, Ney?"

Oh, this is one step closer.

Neymar: …

I seem like a fool to regard you as an imaginary enemy.

"Maybe I should go and help him, but I can't find a good opportunity now. I can't take the bullet for him, nor can I help him recover any stolen goods. As for scoring a goal... No, this won't work." Richarlison talked to himself and soon fell into his own world.

"Ha! How about I recognize him as the boss too!" Richarlison snapped his fingers, as if he was sure that he had come up with a great idea, "What do you think, Ney, Ney? Hey!" He stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Neymar's empty eyes.

"Are you OK?" Richarlison asked.

"I'm fine." Neymar brushed his hand away and replied weakly, "It's getting late and the game should start. I'm going back to the team, pigeons. Goodbye."

Then, in Richarlison's puzzled eyes, the Brazilian superstar turned around and floated back to the team as if he had no soul.

……

There is not much to say about the game. Everton, having successfully avoided relegation early on, had no desire and did not cause even the smallest trouble to Manchester City.

With Batistuta scoring the final goal, the Blue Moon Army's 5-1 victory brought a perfect end to the season, and Batistuta also extended his season goal tally to 36 goals, breaking his own Premier League goal record.

[Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Unbelievable!]

The commentator was so excited that he repeated the word three times.

【Winning the Premier League with a perfect record! It’s unprecedented in history, but Manchester City did it! Who else can stop them! I can’t think of any team or club that has this ability! 】

[Today is May 5, and there is still one week to go until the Champions League final. Manchester City has already won all three domestic titles in England, and there is only one game left. If they can win the Champions League, they will create a unique myth in football history! ]

Yes, unique, mythical.

……

In response to reporters' questions, Batistuta said without any modesty that the Champions League is of course theirs and they will definitely create a myth.

"I said before," he stretched out his right index and middle fingers, put his fingertips against the corners of his mouth, and made a reverse V sign, "what we lose, we will always get back with our own hands."

In the interview footage, the young man with dark skin and light hair has an unbridled look on his face, with the same smile as when he was a teenager, exuding a more mature and charming vibe.

"We must win the Champions League."

……

When Batistuta returned to the locker room, Loach had already brought champagne as he requested, and more than 20 bottles. He exceeded the task and brought back 33 bottles of champagne.

"The boss said it's more cost-effective to buy by pound," Loach explained.

"Really?" Batty raised an eyebrow. "How many pounds are there?"

The black youth stretched out his hands and then made the number two gesture.

"120 pounds?"

He nodded.

"Well, a full 120 pounds!" Loach said with a little pride, then he bent down slightly and tilted his head, "Well, boss, this is enough for everyone to take a champagne bath!"

"Not bad." Batty smiled with satisfaction and patted Mudfish's pompadour as a reward. Then he walked in, picked up a bottle of champagne and began to shake it violently at the unprepared crowd.

"Prepare--"

Seat B was the first to discover it.

"Ah!!" he screamed and jumped up, "It's going to shoot, it's going to shoot! Batty is going to shoot at us!!"

"What kind of dirty talk are you talking about?" Walker hooked his arm around B's neck.

"No, no, no, what I mean is—" Seat B slapped his arm to make him look towards the door, "Over there, pay attention over there!"

"Ok?"

However, before everyone could react and realize that B. Silva was not joking, the champagne in Batistuta's hand spurted out. With a bang, the golden wine exploded in the locker room.

"Shake it up, everyone!" The king burst into the room with a big laugh. "We're going to win the season! Throw away your reserve, go outside and choose your weapon (champagne), and let's have a thorough champagne battle!!"

In less than half an hour, it was on the news.

To make it more eye-catching, the reporter also used a very eye-catching headline [Manchester City spent 50 kilograms (33 bottles) of champagne to celebrate the Premier League victory]

Just before leaving the post-match press conference, I was asked about the news: …

Please be kind, he is so bald that he has no hair left to lose.

……

At the same time, the news gradually spread thousands of kilometers away. To be more precise, someone forwarded it to the club group of Manchester City's ultimate opponent.

In the driving seat, the Real Madrid goalkeeper opened the familiar dialog box, quickly typed a line and hit send.

Batistuta, covered in champagne, pushed and shoved with his teammates as they walked into the shower room to take a shower and change clothes. His cell phone was left on the bench, and suddenly, the screen lit up, revealing a new text message from the man who had just sent it.

Courtois: Congratulations, but your undefeated record is doomed to fail. See you in St. Petersburg.

(End of this chapter)