[Football] Bad Boy Batty

In a blink of an eye, it is now the end of December and Christmas is coming soon. Premier League clubs have also begun preparing Christmas greetings and peripheral products for their fans.

Early in the morning, Batistuta drove to Manchester City's headquarters. They did not have training today. Their main task was to take photos and videos for updating the club's website with a Christmas special.

In addition, Batistuta will also be interviewed by an online media, who will make a 30-minute documentary about him. The title has already been chosen, called "Out of Nowhere." It mainly tells how he walked out of the slums step by step and became the next generation king recognized by the world football.

Batty has never paid much attention to these things, and has always treated them as boring and necessary work, but today he seems to be very energetic.

Because his agreement with the head coach expired.

Yes, it is the promise to "professionalize English before Christmas".

So after taking the photo of the club's blessing, Batistuta did not idle for a minute. He found Guardiola who was drinking coffee with a deer antler headband on his head.

"Good morning, how was your night?" He half-closed his eyes and said lazily with his newly learned British accent, "Listen, I can basically communicate with people without any obstacles now. So, Mr. Coach, are you still going to throw me to the reserve team?"

Guardiola held the coffee cup and was stunned for a long time before he reacted.

Batistuta is a really vindictive kid. Almost half a year has passed, but he still remembers the 'reserve team' excuse he used to threaten him.

"Only a fool would throw you to the reserve team." Guardiola patted Batistuta's head and smiled dotingly, "You beat Batistuta, you did a great job, I underestimated you."

Batty raised his head and raised the corners of his mouth proudly: "I'm glad to know."

The boy's arrogance coupled with the swaying elk antlers on his head... God, how did he combine arrogance and cuteness so perfectly?

Guardiola sighed in his heart.

"I said, I'm here to win the championship, just wait and see," said Batty.

With a tone of 'Just wait for me to take you to the throne', he waved his hand, put on his headphones, hummed a song, and left to the beat of the drums.

Champion.

Guardiola looked at the child's happy back for a while, then he smiled and shook his head, revealing an expression of helpless compromise.

You never know.

……

It was already noon when the shooting was over. After saying goodbye to photographer Anna, Batty picked up Loach and drove to Manchester Airport. Today was the day Ederson was coming.

According to the ticket sent to him by the other party, there are still 40 minutes before the flight arrives.

"Wow! Batty, check the news!"

The music was suddenly turned down, and Loach, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was holding his cell phone and yelling like a monkey. I don't know what earth-shattering news he saw, but he even forgot that Batty was driving.

And if there were no seat belts, he would definitely have blown the roof off the car.

Batty took the time to glance at Loach and said, "How about you drive it?"

Only then did Loach react and he smiled embarrassedly.

"Then let me read it to you." He cleared his throat and quickly swiped his phone. "On the evening of December 12 (yesterday), the Glazer family reached an agreement with the youngest son of the Rothschild family, Augustus de Rothschild, to sell all Manchester United shares to each other. The transaction is already in progress and is expected to be completed at the beginning of next year. By then, the Rothschild family will officially become the new owner of Manchester United... Oh my God! That guy really did it!"

New boss, Rothschild.

Batty frowned, his fingers tapping the steering wheel involuntarily.

The image of the frivolous guy with dyed red hair reappeared in his mind. Although the other party saved him from under the wine bottle, it did not prevent Batty from thinking that he was a lunatic.

And now the madman is coming to play football too.

How ridiculous, Batistuta thought. If you are in finance, just do finance. Why play football?

"There's more!" Loach was just watching the fun. "According to reporters who visited Manchester United's youth training base, Augustus has already entered the Carrington Youth Training Camp. Every youth training coach has high praise for him. The editor of The Sun believes that he has talent that is not inferior to Cristiano Ronaldo."

Not inferior to Ronaldo’s... talent?
What a joke.

Batty scoffed at this.

"It's all a media gimmick to catch the eye. The madman may be rich, but football is not something you can play just because you have money." He turned on the car stereo again and changed to a favorite song. "And I said, he'd better get to Manchester United's first team as soon as possible, because in the next few seasons, I will tell him what color the sky in Manchester is."

"That's right!" Loach echoed, "That guy is nothing. When it comes to football, hundreds of him can't beat you!"

Batty looked at the cement road in front of him with a sarcastic expression.

Naive rich people.

……

40 minutes later, Ederson got off the plane and as soon as he walked out of the aisle, he saw Loach holding a sign and Batistuta standing lazily with his arms folded.

"Long time no see!" The Brazilian goalkeeper excitedly dropped his box and ran towards Batistuta, then picked him up and spun him around several times, and kissed him on the face several times, "I missed you so much——"

"It's just that we haven't seen each other for a few months." Although his words were full of disgust, Batistuta couldn't help but smile, "Why, you miss my goal scoring efficiency?"

"Stop talking, I'm going to cry if you keep talking. Benfica's defenders miss the ball every day, and the forwards can't score a goal for a long time. Whenever I pass the ball to them and they can't catch it, oh, I really wish you were in front." "Then transfer to Manchester City. Our goalkeeper can no longer be described as a sieve." Batistuta patted his arm, "Didn't you say you wanted to bring a friend?"

Edson just waved his hand, and a group of young men suddenly rushed out from the passage behind him. They surrounded Batty with cheers like primitive people. If it weren't for Loach stopping them, they would have lifted him up and swam as fast as a tribal chief.

"Let's go!" Ederson squeezed over and took the closest seat next to Batistuta as if to stake his claim. "Show us what it's like to own the entire building."

……

They had a great time along the way. I don't know if Ederson specially picked a few friends who were good at talking and playing, but they made Batty very happy.

But unfortunately, there were no beauties that met his aesthetic standards.

After resting for a while, we started preparing for the party. A group of noisy young men quickly set up the scene, and the next step was to invite people to participate.

Batti's party is open to everyone as long as you are invited, so the place was already packed when the sunset appeared.

Not only players were invited, but also people from all walks of life, such as those from the British entertainment industry and the British music industry.

The party was a perfect blend of Brazilian enthusiasm and British elegance. Many people who were invited did not know who the host of the party was. Batistuta walked among the crowd with a glass of wine, listening to their exaggerated praises, and his mood was even better than the winning game.

This incident soon made the news. Neymar, who was on vacation far away in Barcelona, ​​had a rare chance to sleep in. When he got up and opened Twitter, he saw the news that Batistuta was having a Christmas party at home.

So Neymar, who had just put the toothbrush in his mouth, made a phone call.

He made many calls, but no one answered. However, he kept calling, and finally, when he was about to hang up on the sixth time, Batti's voice finally came from the receiver, accompanied by a rhythmic music.

"Oh my god, why do you make so many calls in a row?"

what!
The secret is out!

Neymar raised his eyebrows angrily. Batistuta deliberately ignored his call!
"What's the urgent matter?" Seeing that Neymar didn't speak for a long time, Batistuta asked again, "If there's nothing else, I'll leave."

Batistuta's voice was a little hoarse, and it sounded like he had just drunk some alcohol. Neymar immediately imagined what he looked like when he was drunk.

Then he began to worry. When drunk, Batty was not aggressive at all, and anyone could come to his party. What if he met a bad guy?
"Hold on! I have something else to do." Neymar hurriedly stopped him, "You're having a party? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Uh……"

Batty couldn't remember why, the music and the alcohol were playing tricks on his brain.

"I don't have to tell you everything," he said. "You have to go back to Brazil for Christmas. My party is in England and you can't come back."

"I didn't go back this year," Neymar said. "I posted this on Instagram and you liked it. Did you just like it without even reading the content?"

Batty, with a dizzy head, couldn't remember such a thing at all.

"Maybe, maybe not, who knows," he said briskly. "But either way, Ney, you—"

Before he could finish his words, there was a sudden commotion at the door. Many people who had gathered around Batty also came over. Flash lights were mixed with screams, as if some big star had arrived.

At this time, Loach struggled to get through the crowd.

"Who's coming?" Batty asked.

"It's Ronaldo," Loach replied, "Not ours, but the Portuguese one, Cristiano Ronaldo."

Oh?
Is Ronaldo coming?
Batty raised an eyebrow in interest.

"Why is he here? Shouldn't he be back home in Portugal spending Christmas with his family at this time?"

"I'm not sure, but I heard that Ederson's friend called him here," said Loach. "Benfica has an old acquaintance of his, who seems to be the younger brother of his roommate before he became famous. I don't know if it's true, but they all said so."

The younger brother of your roommate before he became famous?

This is not a very good reason.

But it was enough to arouse Batty's interest in him.

"I'll go check it out." He put the phone in his pocket, completely forgetting that it was still on the line. "Maybe he's here to see me."

Neymar, who didn't get a response, was so anxious that he almost jumped up.

"Bati, Batti...answer me now! Who is here and what are you doing here? Are they looking for you?"

There was a lot of noise on the other end of the microphone, and nothing else could be heard except the music and the human voice.

"This little bastard."

Neymar gritted his teeth and hung up the phone, then quickly called his national team friend Marcelo. At the same time, he opened various social media platforms and closely followed Batistuta's updates.

As a good family man, Ma Pengpeng quickly answered the phone: "Hi, what do you want to talk to me about? I'm busy giving the dog a bath, you have to speak quickly - Hey! Don't shake it off!"

"Did you know that Ronaldo went to England?" Neymar said straight to the point. "Marcelo, you have his phone number, right? Give it to me."

(End of this chapter)