[Football] Bad Boy Batty

On the training ground, the Brazilian players carried out long-distance shooting training as required. There was no goalkeeper in front of the goal, only a wall of dummies made of barbed wire.

'boom'

Batty's shot failed to enter the net again.

Not far from the goal, several members of the coaching staff gathered together, looking at him with concern as he returned to the midfield and prepared to take the ball and shoot.

When Batistuta kicked the ball into the wall for the first time, the coaches thought he had made a mistake, but they soon discovered that it was intentional, because from then on every shot Batistuta would accurately hit the heads of the dummy wall.

It's like he's taking his anger out on it.

"Since Batistuta is like this, should we call Zidane over?" one of the coaches asked the other.

'boom! '

Another sound.

Zidane, who was discussing tactics with his assistant in the distance, heard the voice and looked back. After looking for a while, he locked his eyes on Batistuta.

"Looks like he's figured it out," another coach shrugged. "Let them figure it out on their own."

For Batty, this was a very clear act of venting anger.

Under normal circumstances, he probably wouldn't act like this.

So why today?
It's simple, because Zidane cut off his pudding. Scientific research has proven that when the body consumes too little sugar, it will lead to depression, irritability, and boredom with everything. So, it's not Batistuta's fault, it's Zidane's fault.

"Come on, that's the reaction of extreme sugar fasting." Neymar watched Batistuta vent his anger on the dummy and said helplessly, "Don't make excuses for yourself, Batistuta, you have already accelerated 10 sets of training. That's not good for your health. Come here and rest for a while."

"I'm not tired!" Batty blew the hair in front of his eyes, snatched the ball from the assistant coach's feet and continued to practice shooting, "Only in this way can I forget the pain of not having dessert!"

"Bati——"

"And more!" Batistuta raised his voice to interrupt Neymar, "No pudding is an extreme sugar fast for me! It feels terrible, I want to break something, you should understand!"

"Of course I understand you, Batistuta," Neymar tried to convince him, "but this is a training ground and everyone is watching."

"So what?" Batty acted quite indifferent. "We are not in Manchester City. I don't need to act like a king here, right?"

After saying that, he dribbled the ball, stopped it, and shot in one go.

'boom! '

The kick was so powerful that the dummy that was hit was shaken for several times before it stabilized. The ball returned to the field, bounced on the ground, and finally rolled into the goal frame on the opposite side.

Batistuta walked to the sidelines, picked up the kettle and drank some water, then took the opportunity to sneak a peek at Zidane at the other end of the training ground.

The Frenchman was very comfortable. It was obvious that he had noticed the abnormality here, but he didn't care about it at all and was still discussing with his assistant coach how to maximize the efficiency of the lineup at hand.

This was the first time Batty felt ignored.

"Humph!"

The little bastard threw the water bottle to the ground. He wiped the water stains at the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and then looked at the assistant coach who had been passing the ball to him.

"Come again!"

Assistant Coach: …

Neymar watched the whole process, he took a deep breath, lowered one shoulder, changed his posture and stood aside with his hands on his hips. Don't laugh at him, he was seriously considering the feasibility of rushing over and holding Batistuta down, giving him two kisses and then forcing him back to rest.

at this time.

"Hey! Ney, Batistuta! Look over here!" Richarlison rushed out of the building, "There's a new player, and the head coach called him!"

Oh?
Hearing this, Batistuta became interested and finally stopped insisting on using shooting training to dissipate his negative emotions. He stepped on the ball, held the ball in his arms, and turned to look at Richarlison.

"What did you say?"

"Newcomer?" Neymar was also confused by the sudden situation. "Where did the newcomer come from? Was he called by our head coach?"

Richarlison shrugged to indicate that this was all he knew, then he raised his hand and pointed in the direction he came from, which was the main building of the base.

"The people have come, and the person in charge is showing them around. In 20 minutes at most, they will come to the training ground to introduce everyone." He said, "Wait, everything will be clear in a while."

……

Richarlison was right. A quarter of an hour later, the person in charge brought two young players to the training ground. He gathered everyone to introduce the two new players.

He patted the shorter one on the shoulder first and said, "He is Renan Lodi, 19 years old, from Atletico Madrid, and plays as a defender. Simeone has positioned him on the left, reportedly wanting to train him into the next Hernandez. Yes, everyone at Manchester City should be familiar with this name, the Lucas Hernandez you are all familiar with."

Batty wasn't too surprised by this, he nodded and applauded with everyone else.

"It seems Simeone has a special liking for defenders. This is the nth defender he has favored?" Neymar leaned over from behind and whispered, "And I don't know if it's my illusion, but do you think Renan Lodi looks a bit like Diego Costa?"

Diego Costa?
hiss--

After struggling to recall Costa's image from his memory bank and comparing it with Renan's, Batistuta almost burst out laughing. They are so similar!
Especially those thick and dense eyebrows, they are simply a replica of Costa!
"Do you have Costa's contact information?" Batistuta joked to Neymar with a tight mouth, "Maybe we should ask him if he has a son or something."

The person in charge then came to another tall man and said, "This is Mario Bekalos, 17 years old, from Real Madrid's youth training. Our head coach thinks highly of him. He plays right back. If I remember correctly, you are from Sao Paulo, right? Well, your family moved to Madrid many years ago. I'm glad you chose Brazil. Come on."

Zidane thinks highly of him?
Right back?
Batty caught a few points in the person in charge's words, and because of this, he couldn't help but take a few more glances at the seemingly ordinary boy in front of him.

He has white skin and should come from a well-off family. He has brown hair that looks soft. He is estimated to be at least 6.1 feet tall and has a strong build. He looks more like a center back than a full-back.

"He looks familiar. He seems to be that one - do you remember that TV series with many people on the cover?" Neymar leaned close to Batistuta's ear again and asked, "It's from Spain, a campus story, and it seems there's a murder element in it."

This successfully diverted Batty's attention.

He still remembers this TV series.

"I remember it." Batistuta tilted his head and rubbed Neymar's nose and said, "Is it called "Elite School Storm"? I have seen it, but I only watched 2 episodes."

"Yes, that's it!" Neymar snapped his fingers. "I remember now, the new Mario looks a bit like the rich boy, Guzman."

Batty couldn't quite remember the name, and after searching in his memory library, he couldn't find the corresponding image.

He turned his head and looked into Neymar's eyes, "Why do you always pay attention to these?"

"It's very interesting." Neymar reached out and pinched Batistuta's cheek.

Of course, it's not just interesting, he also hopes that this can make Batistuta relax and try not to project his dissatisfaction with Zidane onto this young player from Real Madrid's youth training.

"That show is pretty good. Rafina likes it. I heard from her that the fifth season is out recently. Do you want to watch it?" Neymar asked, "We can watch it together."

Batty was not in high spirits. "Let's talk about it later."

"You know, the boss values ​​Mario more than the person in charge said." Vinicius came to Batistuta and Neymar at some point and gave them a look that said 'you know what I mean'. "He wanted to take Mario with him to the Champions League final, but Mario had gastroenteritis and didn't go."

Hey! !

Neymar gave Vinicius a condemning look from a distance.

He had just diverted Batty's attention.

Now, we're back again.

"You said Zidane originally wanted to take him to the Champions League final, Veni, so before that, did he train with you?" Batistuta asked, tapping his lower lip.

"Yes." Vinicius didn't quite understand what Neymar meant, so he had to answer hesitantly, "Since the beginning of this season, the master asked him to train with the first team, but he mainly played with the echelon team, so you haven't heard of his name."

Batty nodded.

He began to get curious.

"But I would say that what is most incredible to me is his character, rather than the fact that the president values ​​him," Vinicius added. "I have never seen a Brazilian like him."

"Hmm?" Batty looked over. "What do you mean?"

"He doesn't sing, dance, or even talk much. When Mario first joined the first team for training, I once suspected that he was a mute." Vinicius spoke and gestured, vividly interpreting the situation at that time.

Oh hoo.

If the world turned into some kind of strategy game, you might see the number on the curiosity bar above Batty's head rising rapidly.

"You know, I don't believe any Brazilian can completely ignore music and dance." He crossed his arms and said to Neymar and Vinicius, "It sounds like being isolated from happiness. I don't believe it, so I'm going to find an opportunity to test him. How about joining?"

"Probing?" Neymar repeated. "Do you think he's pretending, Batistuta?"

"Of course not! God, what are you thinking?" Batty kicked his butt. "What I mean is, I don't believe anyone can resist the temptation of happiness. We are going to tease him. I'm sure that it will definitely awaken the dormant Brazilian genes in Mario's heart."

This is one aspect.

On the other hand, Batistuta wanted to know what kind of talents the newcomer had that Zidane had chosen to bring to the Brazilian team despite the reputation of "building his own team as soon as he took office".

"I can, no problem." Vinicius agreed readily.

Neymar didn't understand what Batistuta meant. His intuition told him to reject anyone who might threaten his position in Batistuta's heart, but he couldn't show it too obviously. Taking it back would make him look like a bastard, so he joined in.

Assistant coach: "Get ready! Group passing training will begin in 5 minutes!"

It was like setting the stage for Batty.

Simply perfect.

"Very good." Batty unconsciously showed his kingly temperament again. He fixed his eyes on Mario who was helping to pick up the ball on the sidelines, and then looked at other people on the court who might be his helpers. "Come on, the game begins."

……

Zidane, who was not far away, glanced at the situation on the training ground calmly. When his eyes passed Batistuta, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, as if everything was within his expectations.

(End of this chapter)