[Football] Bad Boy Batty

"What the hell! I can't understand this game. I can't do it!"

The first half ended quickly and the game entered halftime. In the 42nd minute, Batistuta scored his second goal of this World Cup from a small angle in the frontcourt, and Brazil temporarily led Switzerland 2-1.

After returning to the locker room, Batistuta carefully took off the captain's armband, then pulled off his jersey and threw it to the ground.

"Is the goalkeeper cheating? How many shots did we take in the first half? Too many to count! I swear if Jan Sommer wasn't on the field, those Swiss guys would have kicked the ball from the center circle until they vomited blood! And what's wrong with the referee today? Will he be killed if he gives a red card? The penalty standard is looser than the belts of those fucking Wall Street guys! Did you see that? The number 8 held me down and made me eat a mouthful of grass, but what did we get? Just a warning and the right to kick off!"

Wow-oh.

Everyone in the locker room looked at each other.

It seems that Sommer's god-level save caused their captain more trouble than expected, so much so that the irritable version of Batistuta returned for a limited time.

"Damn it!" Batty complained to the floor again, then turned and waved to the analyst in the coaching staff, "How many shots did that guy save in the first half? Do you have the exact number?"

"Yes." The analyst scribbled on his tablet. "In the first half, Sommer made a total of 9 saves, 5 of which were on target and had a chance of scoring a goal, not including - ugh!"

Before he could finish his words, a real-time news popped up on the top of the tablet interface: [The body of the thug nicknamed the Butcher has been found. He was the top general under the Rocinha slum gangster Bloodhound. The search team said that his death was tragic. The other core figures have not been found yet... It is reported that the infighting in the Rio de Janeiro slums has affected the lives of local residents.]

Oh my God!

The analyst's hands trembled, and he began to sweat as he stared at the news. He was also from Rio, and had watched the Rocinha Cartel grow step by step. He knew the Butcher, who was simply a legendary figure. He and Bloodhound once killed an entire Colombian gang that was trying to steal business with four guns.

This is a serious problem.

If the butcher's end is so cruel, it's hard not to worry about the bloodhound.

And what's worse is that he saw Batistuta shared photos of him and The Butcher, and from those harmonious pictures it is not difficult to see that Batistuta has a close relationship with the thug nicknamed The Butcher.

If Batty saw the Butcher...

"Hey! Why is it stuck suddenly?" Batty's voice exploded in front of him, bringing the analyst's thoughts back to reality.

broken!

He's coming!

Batty had no idea what was happening on the other side of the world. He wiped his sweat with a towel and looked at the analyst in confusion.

“What’s not included?” he asked. “Is the data bad?”

As he said this, Batty was about to reach out for the analyst's tablet to check it.

Coaching staff: !!!

The analyst's eyes focused instantly.

“No, no, sorry, there was a problem with the equipment just now.” He quickly put away the tablet and used a dry cough to cover up his discomfort. “What I want to say is - it does not include the goal we scored. Yes, it does not include that.”

Batty looked at him suspiciously.

A drop of sweat slowly slid down the back of his head, and the analyst and his colleagues' hearts almost rose to their throats.

As if a century had passed, the Brazilian captain said "Oh" and continued to wipe his sweat and turned back to the bench: "Anyway, in the second half we keep up the momentum and keep rushing to their wing. I don't believe that Sommer can block all the goals - Ney, how are you? Are you seriously injured?"

Neymar shook his head and pulled off his socks and shin guards: "It's just a scratch, no big deal."

"Very good!" Batistuta clapped his hands, then stood up and faced all the players in the locker room and said, "They have three yellow cards. Maybe in the second half we can use some tricks to seduce them. No matter which of the three people is sent off, it will be good for us!"

Seeing the captain returning to the game, the entire coaching staff breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, I managed to keep it secret.

……

In the second half, Brazil continued to attack the Swiss team's flanks.

[…Oh, this, during the halftime break we got the news that the family of Brazil captain Batistuta had an accident in his hometown. Some fans may have heard that Batistuta was a child who crawled out of the largest slum in Rio, where the public security is very bad. At present, the godfather Batistuta recognized, who is also the boss of their area, has not been found. Judging from Batistuta's state in the second half, I guess he doesn't know about this yet. Alas, I hope his next game will not be affected too much. ]

Many fans were originally unaware of anything other than the game, but after hearing what the commentator said, most of those watching the live broadcast knew everything.

All platforms were immediately in an uproar.

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I thought I was watching the sports channel, but suddenly I saw international news.
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I used to think BBB's life story was amazing, but now I think he's pathetic. The big man who protected him in his childhood is now missing, and he's on the other side of the world, participating in the World Cup. It's too hard for him not to go back this time.

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Ah, Brazil would be finished without BBB. Now he is the one connecting the front and back courts. He can defend, pass and get close. Brazil would not have made it to the finals without him.
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Niba's luck is unmatched. In the last tournament, Russia was unstoppable, but in the final, BBB scored an own goal. There was also the unprecedented penalty shootout of the century. Finally, this year, Ma has matured and is no longer alone. BBB has become the captain and is no longer a small explosive barrel. But this happened.

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It's all fate (Doraemon sighs.jpg)

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Aren't Brazilians said to be God's children? Why is this old man always busy at the critical moment?
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The Swiss team couldn't hold on any longer. Wow, Brazil is in such great shape. But when I think about the end of this game and BBB rushing back to Brazil after hearing the news... I won't say more. The more I watch, the more uncomfortable I feel.
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Don't be so pessimistic, maybe the horse can hold up and let me see six-star Brazil

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Go to sleep, dreams can have all kinds of things. If BBB really leaves, Ma may not be able to control these young people on the field. You have watched the first game. At the end of the game, Ma yelled at them to go back to defense. Did they go? One or two of them did not move, and they only got better when BBB yelled at them. After that, Ma gave up and said nothing. He went back by himself. He was almost playing as a defensive midfielder.

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So serious?
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That's right, otherwise everyone would say BBB was born out of nowhere to help Ma. If he left early this time, Brazil would probably have to wait another 4 years, but by then Ma would probably have retired.

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What we are saying is, is there a possibility to keep this news secret and let BBB know after the World Cup is over?

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What the hell are you thinking about?
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The possibility is basically zero. The Internet is so developed now. Players hold their phones after the game. BBB is an Internet addict. How could he not know?

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Let's take a step back and say that as a fan you hope that he can stay in good shape and finish the World Cup. But if you were the person involved, and something happened to your family and others didn't tell you so that you could be in good competitive shape, and then when you returned home after becoming successful, your family would be stunned for several days, wouldn't you go crazy?

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Let's see, maybe his godfather is really good and can survive. Didn't they say that even a big director went there? He survived the 98 Rio raid.
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Brazil scored a goal, but the horse seems to be injured

……

While the forum was frantically refreshing the news, the Brazilian team finally broke through the goal guarded by the Swiss goalkeeper again and extended the score to 2-0.

In the 64th minute, Batistuta took the ball in the midfield and organized an attack. After observing the distribution of Swiss players, he turned around and passed the ball back to Casemiro. Casemiro immediately understood what he meant and kicked the ball over the top to Militao who came up to assist.

Militao took the ball on the right and made a long pass. Neymar stopped the ball and did not dribble it for long. He immediately passed it across the goal with his left foot. Batistuta followed up in the middle and took away two defensive players. Richarlison, who had just come on, easily scored by catching the ball.

Sommer was unable to do anything as there was a Swiss defender blocking his way.

"Hahahaha my third World Cup goal!" Richarlison shouted as he came to the sidelines and immediately did his signature pigeon dance to celebrate. "Come on, quick, you said you would dance with me, Batistuta!!"

"That's stupid." Batty rolled his eyes at him. He had no interest in the new rap that had emerged in Brazil in recent years. He thought they were too rustic.

"Oh! Batistuta, you can't do this. We agreed on this. You have to keep your word!" Richarlison put his arm around his shoulder. "And we scored a goal! 2-0! Oh-yeah! Isn't this worth celebrating?"

Batty: ...

Well he did agree.

As the captain, Batistuta was finally dragged into dancing the pigeon dance with the goal scorer.

"Be nice to the captain," he gave Richarlison a smirk, "pick a less fatal jump next time, ok, me...Ney?"

Something went wrong while they were jumping. Crossing the gap between the goal scorer and his teammates nearby, Batistuta saw Neymar sitting on the grass as if he was feeling unwell. After asking him, the referee gestured for the team doctor to come on the field.

Batty felt his heart stop beating for a few seconds.

"Stop dancing, stop dancing," he said, quickly running out of the crowd to Neymar's side. "How are you? What's wrong? What happened?"

"I'm not sure, maybe it was when I was assisting just now?" Neymar guessed while looking at the team doctor who was checking him. Then he looked up and smiled at Batistuta, "Don't worry, I just feel a little uncomfortable, not that strong."

"Not that strong?" Batty didn't believe it. "You're sitting down!"

He doesn't think Neymar will sit down and ask the team doctor to come on the field because of a minor injury at the World Cup.

"I know you're worried, but believe me, it's no big deal." Neymar grabbed Batistuta's hand and squeezed it. "But in order for the knockout rounds to go smoothly, I think we should be cautious."

Okay, that makes sense.

Batty nodded.

Neymar is right. The group stage of the World Cup is not that intense yet. Especially for them, they will be able to qualify after this game. If they have any injuries, it is best to solve them now, as they cannot afford to miss any future games.

"Okay, go and have a rest. Leave this to me." Batistuta breathed a sigh of relief. He squatted down, hooked his neck and kissed the side of Neymar's forehead. "God will bless us, Amen."

……

After Rafinha replaced Neymar, Batistuta became the only focus of the Swiss team. He was knocked over several times in the next 30 minutes, but the Brazilian captain responded to Switzerland in the most elegant way, that is, scoring a goal.

【球进了！！在被针对了20分钟后巴蒂用一次漂亮的假动作彻底出了口恶气！瑞士队拿到届世界杯第二张红牌，巴蒂自己主罚点球罚进，巴西队3-0领先！这也让巴西队长的世界杯总进球数来到了12粒！距离克洛泽的16粒进球还差4个！如果他在本届世界杯能保持状态，那么他很有可能在他参加的第二届世界杯就打破纪录！】

Restricting Batistuta did have a relatively large impact on Brazil's overall attack, but Switzerland did not have any extra time. In the final 10 minutes, Switzerland, playing with one man less, could only hold off the opponent's attack and did not lose any more goals.

In the end, the game ended with 3-0.

Brazil won both games, accumulating 6 points and advancing to the knockout rounds with 6 goals. In another 3 hours, after all the Group H games are over, it will be determined whether Brazil's opponent in the knockout round will be Portugal or Uruguay (or South Korea).

...After the game, Paqueta had a stomachache because he was sweating all over and blowing the air conditioner too hard. He returned to the locker room and rushed into the bathroom with toilet paper within a few seconds.

Just when he was squatting in the toilet, two people came from the next door. They should be staff members of the Brazilian team. They talked in the familiar Portuguese about something that Batistuta must not know.

"...Who could have thought something like this would happen? This is crazy. If Batty knew..."
"…They are still trying to figure it out. We need to find a suitable time…"
"…Have you put away your phone and tablet? We can't let him find out in that way…"

Oh? Something crazy? Something we can't let Buddy know about?
These two people might be planning some kind of prank against the captain. Paqueta thought about it sinisterly while holding the toilet paper roll, and decided that he would take forceful action when he got back, and use the messages on their tablets and mobile phones to teach Batistuta a lesson.

Who told him not to respect him and scold him in such a nasty attitude?

Today he had done exactly what he said, and he was responsible for at least 3% of the three goals, so he thought he deserved to see his arrogant captain being scared.

……

Here, Batistuta and Swiss goalkeeper Sommer exchanged jerseys. It was the same old process. The two hugged each other, said some polite words like "You are very good" and "You are also very good", and then walked away.

But today seems to be different from usual.

As soon as the two shook hands and turned around, Batty heard Sommer seemed to say "sorry" to him in a low voice.

Ok?
Batty raised his eyebrows and looked back. What did this guy want to do?
Although he had indeed had many good shots blocked by the opponent just now, he also knew that was the goalkeeper's job. His anger at the first half also indirectly showed that Sommer did a good job.

So what is there to apologize for?
However, no matter how Batty asked, Sommer just remained silent. He just looked at him with a rather sympathetic look, which made Batty feel creepy.

"...Psycho." After cursing in a low voice in Portuguese, the Brazilian captain ignored the Swiss and returned to the locker room with the new jersey on his shoulders.

When he returned, the feeling that something was wrong seemed to spread to everyone.

Why did he feel like everyone in the player tunnel was looking at him with Sommer's eyes? Batty frowned fiercely and unconsciously quickened his pace. Could it be... Neymar?

He quickly returned to the locker room and opened the door: "Team doctor, team doctor! How is Neymar?"

For a moment Batistuta seemed to see everyone in the locker room looking at him with horror, but then he was relieved when he heard him ask Neymar.

too weird.

The Brazilian captain frowned and crossed his arms. "What happened?" he asked.

"Relax." One of the team doctors came out and said, "Neymar is fine, just some minor injuries to his ankle, it won't affect his next game."

"Really?" Batty asked suspiciously.

Several team doctors nodded frantically at him.

"He wouldn't miss a game if he wanted to," someone said. "You can go see him in the back room, he's in great shape."

After hearing the team doctors' affirmative comments, Batistuta finally put his mind at ease.

The 3-0 victory over Switzerland and the fact that Neymar was unharmed made his perception much duller than usual, and the strange attitudes of Sommer and others were simply ignored.

"Okay - look here, everyone!" Batty blew a whistle and clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention. "We did a good job today. The Swiss team's restriction on us was successful to some extent, but in the end we broke the restriction with our own strength..."

Batty briefly summarized the game and praised all the players.

"Now I'm going to visit our hero. He's fine. He doesn't even need help getting on the bus later... But I'm sure he'll pretend to be lame so he can force me to help him get on." He waved his hand jokingly to signal the loach behind him to turn on the speakers and take his bag over. "Enjoy the victory! This belongs to everyone!!"

"Ohhhhhh! Yeah!"
"Brazil! Brazil! Brazil!!"

As the music started, the Brazilian team's locker room turned into a nightclub in seconds.

Passing through his swaying teammates (Oh my God! Rafinha looks like the sunflower in "Plants vs. Zombies" when he jumps), Batistuta was in a good mood, humming a song while moving towards his younger brother.

He planned to grab his phone and then talk to Neymar. If he was lucky, they might even be able to spend some time together in the physiotherapy room in the locker room.

It sounds exciting. The teammates outside are having a blast, and inside they are doing it passionately, even making some noise, and no one will notice them.

But at this moment Batty discovered that the closer he got to Loach, the more strange the other party's expression became. It was like a large dog that knew it had done something wrong and wanted to take the initiative to take responsibility but was worried and afraid of being criticized.

"What's wrong? You look as sullen as a donkey." Batty nudged the tall black youth with his elbow and teased, "Did a girl dump you again?"

"Uh..." Loach hesitated for a long time, not daring to look his boss in the eye, "Well, uh, I - I don't know how to tell you, Barty."

"Then don't say it." Barty rolled his eyes slightly. "Tell me when you have made up your mind. I don't want to hear about your love stories with girls, especially the vegetarian lady."

Loach shook his head, "No."

"No? Not what? Not a love story?" Batty looked at Loach from head to toe suspiciously, his eyes gradually becoming meaningful. Apparently he had thought of something wrong again. "Oh my God, Mark! You're not going to get some girl pregnant and become a father, are you?"

"No, no, no!" Loach waved his hands repeatedly, "It has nothing to do with that. It's not a matter of feelings."

Batty made a 'you nearly scared me to death' gesture.

"Okay, then tell me, what's the matter?" he asked. "Don't be a riddle man, just say it quickly. I still have to go see Neymar."

Loach swallowed his saliva, as if he had made up his mind: "Okay, Batty, listen to me, it's——"

'Boom! '

"Wow ah ah!"
"Hey! Where did you put your eyes? Look what you did!!"
"My pants! Oh my god, they're all full of drinks!"

A few loud curses from the other end of the locker room interrupted what Batty was saying, and he raised his hand to signal him to wait, then turned around to see what was going on.

"Get out of the way, let me pass." He turned off the speaker and squeezed through the crowd. "What happened?"

I saw several people standing next to lockers No. 9 and No. 10, namely Richarlison, Casemiro, Ederson, and Paqueta. They were gathered together, and there seemed to be a backpack in the middle, which was completely soaked with beer and drinks.

hiss--

Why does that backpack look so familiar?

"Puta! What did you do to my backpack!!" Batty walked over angrily, "Oh my God, that's what I need for every game! If my earphone compartment shorts out, I'll cut off your arms and use them!"

"It has nothing to do with me!" Richarlison immediately raised his hand to distance himself from the matter. Half of his body was wet. "I am also a victim. I was just standing here and jumping, and that lunatic came over with two bottles of stuff!"

Batty looked in the direction he was pointing.

"I didn't mean to do that," Paqueta shrugged. "I just wanted to scare them. Who knew a pigeon was so timid that he not only knocked over the drink but also Casemiro."

"Hey! How can you put all the mistakes on me!"

"Isn't it?"

Batty was annoyed by their quarrel. He stood in the middle and stopped their meaningless bickering. Then he took his backpack and checked the things inside.

If I remember correctly, his [Ultra-thin Threaded Model] is also in there.

"Jesus! It's all wet inside—" Batty took out his things one by one. Except for a few things that were not afraid of water, such as hairspray, hairpins, and ID cards, everything else was a mess. "My tablet! I only brought it, and I still need it... Wait, this is not my tablet, whose is this?"

Casemiro: "You mean you have a tablet in your bag?"

"Hmm." Batty took out the tablet in the black leather case and checked it. Fortunately, the mixture of alcohol and beverages did not have much effect on it, and the screen was still lit. "Let me see - is it Jill's (analyst)? Looking at these data, I'm sure there is no other..."

As he was talking, he pulled down the menu out of habit. The news that popped up made his scalp tingle. Within a few seconds, his whole body began to freeze from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

'Snapped! '

Batty dropped the backpack in his hand to the ground.

He stood there motionless, holding the tablet, his eyes fixed on the screen as if he wanted to burn it through. The loach in the distance suddenly felt something was wrong.

"What's wrong?" Casemiro leaned over to take a look.

So he froze too.

Those who knew the situation in the locker room were alarmed, while those who were unaware looked over here in confusion.

"What happened? What did you see that turned you into stone?" Richarlison scratched his head and leaned over to look at the screen. "Brazil is 1-0 at halftime... Oh, this is the news during the halftime break." He then read out the news one by one: "The butcher died tragically, the bloodhound escaped and his life or death is unknown, the Losinga Group is about to--"

He didn't have the courage to read out the last word "destruction".

It was only then that the dressing room realised what had happened in the 15 minutes that they had played at the end of the half.

Ten seconds later.

"Ahhhhhhh my god!"
"Bati, Batti! Captain!!"
"Quick, quick, quick! Get out of the way!"

(End of this chapter)