[Football] Bad Boy Batty

With Manchester City drawing 2-2 with Brentford, the 16th round of the Premier League came to an end and all matches were suspended to make way for the World Cup.

Not long after, most of the main players left Manchester City in response to the national team's call-up. That morning, Batistuta, Guardiola and the coaching staff saw their teammates off at the door.

"Play well, friends." The Manchester City king wiped away his non-existent tears and waved his hand in a pretentious manner. "If we meet Brazil at that time, I'm sorry, pack your things and get ready to go home."

De Bruyne was used to his arrogant remarks. He put on sunglasses, smiled and hugged him goodbye.

"When are you going?" the Belgian asked. "I remember there's an opening show on the 20th. There's talk online that some big names will make a surprise appearance. Your godfather invited you to go. Aren't you going to the event?"

"No," Batistuta said bluntly, "You can say we are superstitious or something, but as long as we meet my Godfather, the result of the game will most likely not be good." For example, in the last World Cup, the Brazilian team had big directors to help them from sponsors to hotels, but in the end, the French team won the gold cup.

De Bruyne nodded.

"That's great. We don't have to leave now." He said, "I also want to rest for a few more days."

"Then join the Brazilian team. We will stay here until the 20th." Batistuta winked at him, then lowered his voice and said in a seductive tone: "Come on, follow me. We are in need of a super midfielder. I will arrange the best room for you in the name of the captain."

Yes, due to an agreement reached between the Brazilian team and Manchester City in the middle of the year, Manchester City allowed the Brazilian team to use the Etihad Stadium for pre-match training before going to Qatar, from November 11th to November 14th.

"If that room can be next to the captain's room--" the Belgian midfielder raised his lips, "I'll consider it."

"How can being right next to each other be enough?" Batty showed a mischievous smile, "If you come, the captain's room is your room. You can do whatever you want in it. Anything."

The two just looked at each other, the air was quiet for a few seconds, and then they laughed at the same time.

"Come on, Kevin! Come on, Belgium!" Barty made two exaggerated cheerleading gestures. "I'm waiting for you to qualify. We'll meet again in the quarterfinals and see how much of a threat you can bring this time!"

"Zero." De Bruyne said with a smile.

Batty thought he had heard it wrong.

"What did you say, Kevin?" he asked.

"You asked how much threat Belgium can pose to Brazil this time. My answer is zero," De Bruyne answered calmly, not joking at all. "The golden generation is old. I don't think we can go far this time."

Batistuta looked at him as if he were a prehistoric monster: "Are you saying bad things about Belgium? How can you say your team can't go far before the game even starts?"

"I'm just telling the truth," De Bruyne shrugged. In his opinion, Belgium has gone downhill since the end of the World Cup in Russia that year. The ability of the good players in the team has declined. Recently, there was a dispute over the captain's armband, and there was serious internal strife.

"If possible, I would certainly like to meet you in the knockout rounds, and not just the knockout rounds, the best would be the final between Belgium and Brazil." He said, "But..."

"Shut up now." Batty came forward and gave him a hug that was similar to comfort but not comforting. Then he looked around and saw that there was no one around. He pinched his chin and kissed him on the lips quickly. "In this case, just treat it as a trip. I heard that there are a lot of cats in the Middle East. Let's find a companion for Jam, okay, old man?"

"Old man?" De Bruyne ruffled Batistuta's hair from behind.

"Uh-huh, you said it yourself."

"You know I'm not talking about that," De Bruyne stressed. "Last month in the car, who was the first to call for a stop, and who couldn't help falling asleep and asked me to carry him back home?"

"Who knows what made you crazy that day." Batty raised his index finger and shook it in accusation.

Just then, several players came out of the club gate. Batistuta took a look at them and then distanced himself from De Bruyne: "Anyway, Mr. 31-year-old, I hope you can bring out the same energy you had that night, okay?"

De Bruyne got into the driver's seat, rolled down the window and waved at him.

“See you in Qatar.”

"Well, see you in Qatar."

……

After a few days of brief preparation to get into the national team's form, Brazil played a friendly match with England on the 18th, but to the disappointment of the fans who were paying attention, the game ended 2-2 and the two teams shook hands and made peace.

After the game, Batistuta and England captain Kane told the media that this was just a warm-up match in the hope that the players would be in high spirits, and they were not asked to be nervous before arriving in Qatar, so neither side gave 100% of their energy.

Such remarks have attracted some criticism. Many netizens who only appear once every four years during the World Cup have expressed that if they disrespect the game and the fans of both sides and go to the World Cup with such an attitude, they believe that neither England nor Brazil will become the final champions.

Of course, Batistuta scoffed at the comments and even joked about it with Neymar on the plane to Qatar.

"See? These experts don't think we can become a six-star Brazil because of the new captain's bad attitude." Batistuta said sarcastically, crossing his legs and waving his phone. "And because of this, our odds have increased and our ranking has dropped. Oh my God, I'm so scared!"

"Yeah, I'm so scared. People don't think highly of us anymore. What should we do?" Neymar acted with Batistuta, showing that he was very worried. "We must not drop (in the ranking) again. We Brazilians depend on this for our livelihood!"

The two of them put their heads together and looked at their phones. After mocking one thing, they opened the next piece of news and continued to mock it. From time to time, they made strange noises and bursts of laughter, and kept making noises until the plane was about to take off.

"Oh my God, you players never stop for a moment!" The team leader complained madly. He was about to take a head count, but every time he was halfway through counting, he was interrupted by balls jumping around in the cabin and musical instruments flying in the air. This had happened several times.

"Help me, captain!" He put one hand on his waist and made a 'please' gesture to Batistuta in the front row, "Take care of your players, otherwise we won't be able to make it to Qatar after the World Cup is over." "Calm down, Nacho (team leader), we are just excited about the World Cup. You will be scared if everyone is as quiet as a toy." Batistuta stood up and stretched, then supported himself with the reading light on the bulkhead and the seat back, jumped over Neymar's head and jumped into the aisle from the inside to stand firm.

"All right, guys!" He looked around at everyone in the cabin and clapped his hands slowly, "Put away your things, we have to start - watch out, this tambourine is limited!"

Batistuta quickly caught the tambourine that flew past his ear. The tambourine had the Brazilian flag printed on it and could be seen in the Samba Army's ranks at every major tournament, no matter which one.

"Who did it?" The Brazilian captain looked in the direction where the tambourine came from. Sitting there were Jesus, Martinelli and Richarlison. They were now looking up, as if they didn't know what was going on.

Vinicius in the front row raised an eyebrow at him, quietly indicating that they were the culprits.

"Don't be too extreme, gentlemen." Batty smiled and said, "I know many people here are participating in the World Cup for the first time. It's understandable to be emotional, but remember, we have our style, but that doesn't mean it's unnecessary."

The team leader shook the tambourine in his hand and played a very classic Brazilian folk tune (Pandeiro). Soon, the atmosphere in the cabin returned to being cheerful and some people even started singing along with the tune.

When the song ended, cheers and whistles were heard all around.

"One more!" Richarlison's reaction was particularly intense. "Keep going, captain!"

"No, the fun is over, everyone sit still." Batty said, throwing the tambourine back into Richarlison's arms. "Maybe we can do it again after the plane takes off smoothly, but if anyone doesn't do what I say, I will open the cabin door and throw him out."

"You wouldn't do that, would you?" someone in the back row asked in panic, "right?"

"Hmm, that's easy to cause an accident and it will be very troublesome to deal with." Batty waved his hand as if throwing someone out of the plane only required a small problem to be worried about. "I believe no one wants to see the consequences of making me angry. Now, go do your own things, check your phones and play games. The takeoff time will be over in a moment."

The team leader cracked his knuckles deliberately, then looked around again. After making sure that no one was causing trouble, he signaled the leader with his eyes to go count the people, then he returned to his seat with his arms folded and arrogantly.

Neymar stuck his head out and glanced at the rows of seats behind him.

"Isn't it a bit too harsh?" he asked in a low voice.

"Really?" Batty blinked innocently, "Why, did I scare you just now?"

"Uh, a little bit." Neymar stretched out his hand and gestured "a little bit".

"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Being too excited is not good, it's easy to get carried away. I'll give them a little warning." Barty smacked his lips at him, "Otherwise, everyone will want to show off in the competition, and the six stars will be gone."

This makes a lot of sense. It is easy to get overexcited when participating in a World Cup for the first time. If you don't control yourself, you may really develop attitude problems as those "experts" say.

Neymar nodded and sat back in his seat. But before he could rest for long, as soon as he turned on his phone screen, more questions popped up like mushrooms after rain.

"Buddy, Buddy!"

"What's wrong?" Batty put on his headphones. "Who's in trouble again?"

"It's not the team, it's Qatar. I just saw the announcement they sent out." Neymar pulled the news to the top and then read out the content of the news in a low voice: "... Qatar officially announced that it will introduce a rainbow ban. Once a rainbow captain's armband or other publicity appears on the field, a yellow card will be issued. I remember you talked about this with Kane. What are you going to do now?"

Batty took the phone and read the news carefully. Half a minute later, he suddenly laughed out loud.

"I'm sorry, this has no effect on us. I never planned to wear the damn rainbow armband with them." Batistuta raised his chin and said arrogantly, "I hate those guys who use football as political capital the most. Those European guys have destroyed its purity."

Neymar looked at him with some concern.

"But then again, Qatar has done a terrible job," Batistuta snorted. "Since they chose to host the World Cup to promote their country and attract tourists from all over the world, they should at least be more tolerant during the World Cup."

"It's impossible to want money and fame and expect everyone to abide by so-called conservative traditions," he concluded.

"So..." Neymar pursed his lips, "What are you going to do?" Learn from the German team?
Batty thought about it, and suddenly curled up the corners of his mouth and grinned like a wicked fox. It seemed that he had an idea.

"Don't worry, my dear vice-captain." He cleared his throat. "The Brazilian team will never be involved in this kind of thing. Even if it is reported, it will be absolutely entertaining."

Absolutely entertaining?
Neymar raised his eyebrows: "What are you going to do?"

"I won't tell you." Batty secretly grabbed his collar and kissed the corner of his mouth, "You'll know when the time comes."

……

After a 4.5-hour flight, the Brazilian team finally arrived in Doha, the capital of Qatar. After the local welcome ceremony, Zidane led the Samba Army to check into the Westin Hotel and Spa.

That night, several entries quickly became the top hot searches at an astonishing speed without any internet trolls, followed by a dark red “explosion”.

#Brazil team arrives in Qatar
#Brazil team is here to show off
#Neymar,Bati
#Who knows what the NB group is?
Of course, there is also one that makes people laugh and cry——

#Who is that light-haired player who took off his sunglasses and flirted with me? ! !

(End of this chapter)