[Football] Bad Boy Batty

[Manchester City fans: We have Oasis! What does Manchester United have? ]
[Manchester United fans: We have the treble! ]
[Manchester City fans: We have the Champions League king Batistuta! You will never win the Champions League! ]
[Manchester United fans: We have Augustus and Mbappe! And there is also a World Cup trophy that Batistuta will never win! ]
【…】

Since the dispute over the floats in early June, fans of the two Manchester giants have been arguing endlessly, from historical honors to honors in the past 6 years, from bands to player fame, until Dortmund striker Haaland officially announced his joining Manchester City on July 10, which slightly diverted some fans' attention.

But Batistuta did not get involved in these things. He focused on his recovery training and even postponed and shortened his vacation plans.

"Okay, keep it up! Keep your knees still and curl your toes up - 7, 8, 9, 10, keep going, good! The last set, 3, 2, 1 - we must ensure that your hip and thigh muscles are fully exercised. Okay, take a break, and we will increase the weight and do three more sets later, okay?"

After saying hello to the coaches of the recovery training team, Battie took his mobile phone and temporarily left the gym. He felt good during this period and the use of his right foot has basically returned to the level before the injury.

But this is not enough, they also have to ensure that he recovers to 100%. Otherwise, returning to the season like this may lead to a recurrence of the disease and aggravate the degree of the fracture, turning it into a vicious cycle. This is how many glass men on the court appear.

When Batistuta opened the group chat, the first thing he saw was the notification that Haaland had joined the group, followed by a GIF of him being knocked down by his opponent after failing to make a tackle last season, followed by laughing emojis and abbreviations.

Before he could finish typing and cursing, Walker posted a GIF of Ruben Dias being carried by Haaland until he lost his balance, followed by a bunch of lmao (laughing to death).

Batty suddenly felt a lot more balanced.

However, the captain's attitude still needs to be shown. Although it is true that something should be posted to liven up the atmosphere when a new member joins the team, posting embarrassing pictures of the captain is not a wise choice.

Haaland: (Smiles)
Haaland: Hi
Walker: @Haaland
Walker: Let's fight against our little king

Seat B: (nice.jpg)
B: I can’t wait to watch it.
Seat B: Remember to be gentle
B: Don't break it.
Batty: Someone misses my fists, right?
Batty: Who just sent me this GIF?
Walker: *Withdraw
Walker: I don’t know. I didn’t see it.
Batty: ...
Batty: Kyle, are you stupid?
Diaz: The captain is right
Diaz: What a bad impression it leaves on the newcomers
Diaz: Why is my picture still playing?

Walker: Because you're a rookie.
Walker: @Haaland
Walker: Let's see the best central defender in the Premier League who was defeated by you
Walker: He does 4 more sets of exercises every day than others
Walker: Let him stop, it's no use
Rodri: tag GIF
Rodri: Oh my god, I can't believe it.
Rodri: Ruben, you're like a feather being pushed away

Diaz: @Rodri
Diaz: Did you call your girlfriend today?

Rodri: Not yet

Diaz: Then go quickly.
Diaz: @Captain
Diaz: Batistuta helped me withdraw
Batty: ?
Batty: Walker posted that photo all over the world, and you acted like you didn't see it
Batistuta: Now that Haaland is here, you suddenly start to care about your image
Batty: (squirrel doubt.jpg)

B: I remember that time
B: So you still care about Reuben

De Bruyne: @Bati
De Bruyne: Read the private message

……

Batistuta was having a great time in the group chat and didn't even bother to listen to De Bruyne's private message. He just made a video call.

"What is it, Kevin?" he asked. "If it's nothing urgent, we can talk later. I'm waiting to see some fun."

"Okay, but you have to tell me, what is the important thing?" De Bruyne replied calmly, "I am going back to Belgium soon, and now I want you to go with me to the music festival. Is this an important thing?"

"Music festival?" Batistuta blinked, then he switched back to the group chat interface. Walker and B Silva were still chatting, but Diaz was gone, which meant the fun was gone.

"Of course it counts, of course it counts." The Manchester City king raised his lips, "But Kevin, I have resumed training these two days, and I also agreed with Ney to spend the last three days in Ibiza."

"Really?" De Bruyne looked a little confused, but more of a nonchalant, "Maybe I was wrong, I thought Neymar was already in Ibiza."

"Really?" Batty asked. "I thought he was always in Manchester."

"I logged on to social media these days while chatting with sponsors and happened to see a photo of him on a yacht with his friends," De Bruyne said. "You know me, I don't use them (social media) often. Maybe I got the time wrong."

"No, it's impossible." Batistuta almost knew what the Belgian on the opposite side wanted to do. He pursed his lips and chuckled a few times, then followed De Bruyne and said: "I know Instagram. It only pushes recent content. Unless you deliberately turn it over, you can't see what he posted a few years ago."

"I see." De Bruyne nodded slowly, "So he did go to Ibiza by himself without waiting for you."

"It seems so." Batty tapped his lips, trying not to overact his regret. "So what should I do, Kevin, after he stood me up?"

"I don't know, it's your business, you decide." De Bruyne still had that indifferent expression, but to be honest, his acting was really bad.

Batty decided to help him.

"You can ask me again if I want to go back to Belgium with you to the festival, Kevin," he said.

"-If I ask you again, will you agree?" De Bruyne asked slowly.

"Yes." Batistuta answered without hesitation. "I understand." De Bruyne cleared his throat and repeated his original question, "Would you like to go to Belgium with me tonight to experience the music festival, Your Majesty King Batistuta?"

"I do, even if you don't call me Your Majesty," Batistuta said, poking the nose of the Belgian midfielder on the screen. "Congratulations, you made me say yes three times."

"My pleasure." De Bruyne made a somewhat stiff gentleman's salute, "I'll pick you up in two hours. Are you ready?"

"It won't take two hours. If you come pick me up right now, I'll jump in your car and go with you."

"What about your recovery training?"

"I think going to the festival for a few days won't delay my recovery." Barty blew a kiss to the screen. "I'll go to the coach to explain the situation. See you later, honey."

……

The distance between the UK and Belgium is not far, and it only takes one hour by plane. Later that day, Batistuta and De Bruyne quickly arrived in Brussels from Manchester, and then rented a car from Brussels to the small town of Boom, 1 kilometers south of Antwerp, the second largest city in Belgium, where the music festival De Bruyne mentioned was held.

But when they arrived at their destination, Batty realized how wrong he was.

"Damn it, this isn't a music festival, Kevin, you should have told me this is an EDM festival!" The Manchester City King swung the glow stick in his hand a little madly. It was thrown to him by a group of teenagers when he entered the EDM festival. "If you told me this was an EDM festival, I wouldn't have come. I'm not interested in EDM!"

De Bruyne certainly knew that Batistuta was not interested in electronic music, and he did it on purpose. Apart from doing this, he couldn't find a more suitable way to be alone.

After becoming captain, Batistuta doesn't have much time left at the club, and the World Cup is coming soon. Once he goes to the national team, Neymar will not give Batistuta the opportunity to share time with him, so the summer break is his best choice.

"Tomorrowland in Belgium is the biggest electronic music festival in the world, I thought you should know that," De Bruyne said.

"But the truth is I don't know!" Batty poked his stomach with a glow stick in anger. "Apart from hardcore rock, electronic music is the thing I can't understand the most. Don't expect me to squeeze in the crowd with you and shake my head like a fool!"

But isn't that what you do in nightclubs? De Bruyne thought to himself.

Of course, he didn't ask this question. If Batistuta heard it, he might fly back to Manchester immediately, block him, and never see him again for the whole summer.

The first day's performance was about to begin and the lights dimmed.

"If you don't like it, let's go back to the hotel now," De Bruyne suggested. "Tomorrow I'll take you to where I grew up. It's boring there, but there are a lot of memories I want to share with you."

Then, as the colorful lights flashed by quickly, Batistuta saw a complex but gentle expression on the Belgian midfielder's face, and suddenly he understood why the other side wanted him to come over.

"Okay." Batistuta put his arms around De Bruyne's neck and closed the distance between them. "Let's go back to the hotel first, and then wait until I wake up naturally tomorrow, and you can take me home."

The dim lights gave them unlimited convenience. Here, there was only music. No one cared how respected football stars they were or what awards they had just won. Similarly, no one cared about two people kissing in the middle of a group of crazy young people.

"I changed my mind, Kevin." Batistuta let go of De Bruyne's lips and leaned close to his ear and said, "I don't like the music here, but I love their lights."

"You have the final say." De Bruyne put his arm around his waist. "That was great. Do you want to do it again?"

Batty tilted his head to look at him.

"Okay." The little king bit his lower lip. "I can't find any reason to refuse."

Sudden--

The crowd surged.

"Hey!" Batistuta was hit on the back, causing him to hit De Bruyne's lips hard just after they left each other. This was much more painful than kissing. "Watch out! Do you have your eyes on your back?"

When he turned around to find trouble with the man, he saw that the person who bumped into him was none other than the Manchester United captain and his personal accessory Mbappe, who had just lost to them in the Champions League.

"Hi." Augustus smiled and waved, "What a coincidence, we meet again."

Batty: ...

"Why are you everywhere?" The Manchester City King angrily threw the glow stick in his face, "Every time I want to relax, I always run into you two, Augustus! Stop following me around, just go get a room!"

(End of this chapter)