[Football] Bad Boy Batty

There was little time left on the field and Croatia was trailing 0-1. Common sense said that they should be anxious and attack to try to equalize the score, while Brazil only needed to hold its ground and wait for an opportunity to counterattack to win the game.

But the scene that the Brazilians expected did not happen. The Croatian team (almost) kept their composure and did not fall into an offense-defense dilemma because of the score deficit.

This is a signal.

It is a signal for the Brazilian team to be vigilant.

Taking advantage of a dead ball opportunity, Zidane called Batistuta to the sidelines to give him a task: "Let them continue to press forward, don't retreat too far, and don't give them the opportunity to take a set-piece."

Following the coach's gesture, Batty looked towards the front court and quickly understood the intention of doing so.

Although the game has come to the final stage, high-intensity high pressure is not appropriate at this time, but we must know that the main purpose of Brazil's high pressure at this time is no longer to score goals but to limit Croatia's ball output.

"Understood." Batty took a sip of water from the water bottle and spit it out, staring at the Croatian commander in the middle of the field. He didn't seem tired at all, and was still shouting loudly for his teammates to take positions. It seemed that he had already made a plan for the next game.

"What about Modric?" he asked quietly, "Send someone to stick with him?"

"No, it's not worth it." Zidane refused without even thinking about it.

During his time as Real Madrid coach, he once taught the opponent how to get rid of the ball. In a one-on-one situation where the defensive player had no experience with him, the probability of successfully stealing the ball from his feet was no more than 40%.

"Keep an eye on him, don't follow him too closely," the French coach said. "Tell them to be careful and not leave too much space."

Zidane held Batistuta's neck and drew a route with his hand. He also mentioned the names of several players who were responsible for assisting in defense and repeated what he had just said to him.

"It's the last ten minutes. Hold on."

"Got it." Batistuta nodded, then threw away the water bottle and ran back to the field. As soon as he got on the field, he immediately conveyed Zidane's request to Guimaraes and Rafinha: "I will watch the number 10 on the opposite side and pay attention to assisting defense!"

Both of them said they received it.

Then Batistuta looked at Neymar, and they looked at each other in tacit understanding. The time came to the 77th minute, with almost 15 minutes left before the end of the game, Brazil was still 1-0 Croatia.

……

In the 82nd minute, Croatia launched an attack from the backcourt, and the smooth pass was turned into an out-of-bounds ball due to the interference of Richarlison and Rafinha.

"This way, this way!"

Modric arranged the midfield connection point and retreated to the left midfield. Batistuta paid attention to his movements and stood less than 3 meters away from him, ready to steal the ball at any time.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Batty started trash talking mode.

You know, he has never been a player who cares about moral rules. Now it's the World Cup, the last ten minutes of the quarter-finals, and the Brazilian team does not have a clear advantage.

In this case, for Batistuta, as long as it does not violate the rules of the game and does not get him a red or yellow card, he will use all means to stop his opponent.

"Hey, Vinagre, this is it." Batty said jokingly with a smile in his eyes, "Are you sure the current situation is in your favor? The positioning, and your not-so-smart teammates, aren't you in a hurry now?"

Modric was experienced after all, and he immediately saw what he wanted to do. He didn't respond, but just turned his head quickly to look at him, and then used an onomatopeia like "tsk" to express his emotion.

Sousa kicked the ball out of bounds, Kovacic passed the ball to Modric with his back, and Batistuta immediately stuck to him to prevent him from turning around.

But don’t forget, Modric’s ability to dribble past opponents is not bad, and he is facing Batistuta who is not strong in defense, so -

[Oh! Modric! He got rid of Batistuta's defense and continued to advance! Let's see if Croatia can... ah, he almost didn't pass the ball. Guimarães' interception was very crucial this time.]

At the moment when he was shaken and lost his balance, Batistuta felt nervous for a moment. He was afraid that if he let Modric pass and assist to equalize the score, he would be the biggest sinner of the day.

Fortunately, they made arrangements in advance, and Guimarães completed his task excellently, avoiding his captain from becoming the target of everyone's criticism after the game.

"Well done! Bruno, very good!" Batistuta praised him loudly from a distance, "Keep it up! Keep it up for another 10 minutes! Don't let them drag it into overtime!"

……

Soon the game came to the last 3 minutes. After the 90 minutes, the score was still 1-0. Four minutes of injury time were given. Only then did the Croatian team burst into anxiety.

But that doesn't mean Brazil will be able to find opportunities.

On the contrary, the Croatians took advantage of this final emotional climax and almost played a wonderful rhapsody to destroy the result that the Brazilian team had worked hard for throughout the game.

In the 91st minute, Neymar stole the ball from Guevadiol and Jesus, who came on as a substitute, resisted Lovren's retreat and got the ball. Batistuta immediately stepped forward when he saw this.

This is their chance to extend the lead, and anyone would do the same.

Of course, Batistuta did not forget his own responsibilities, which was to keep an eye on Modric and not give him space, so while he was trying to grab the ball, he called on Rafinha to return to the midfield to fill his own space.

"Go over there! Quick, Rafa, hold the space!"

Batistuta took the ball and walked towards the outside right. Kovacic returned to the backcourt to assist in the defense. As the game was coming to an end, his energy level ran out and he was surrounded by three opposing players. He failed to take a corner kick and fell near the baseline, losing the ball.

Kovacic got the ball and immediately made a long pass.

"Luca! Go on!"

Batistuta quickly got up and looked towards the midfield. When he looked up, Rafinha was next to Modric, staring at the football in the air. This was a relatively rash behavior.

If you look at the ball instead of the player in front of a midfield master, something bad will happen.

[Modric! Croatia's last chance! With few teammates around, Rafinha can only defend alone for the time being. Obviously - it's over! Let Modric have room to operate in this position, the Brazilian team should be careful! ]

Not good! Batty felt that at that moment the blood rushed to his head, as if a mushroom cloud was rising above him, and at this time he had already started a crazy sprint.

Yes, the body reacts faster than the brain.

The muscle memory brought by previous painful experiences made him jump out the moment he saw the defense line breached. He really tried his best.

Batty dared to swear that this was definitely the fastest he had ever run in his life.

And there was only one thing on his mind.

Croatia cannot score.

[After resisting Casemiro - Perisic is back in the frontcourt, Brozovic is also next to him, what should Modric do? Diagonal pass, Vlajic takes the ball forward, Guimaraes stretches his legs to block it, but does not steal the ball, Croatia still has, Petkovic is advancing, Ederson comes out! ! Brazil's center is empty! ]

We also have to thank Guimarães for his interception again. He slightly interrupted Croatia's counterattack rhythm and created time for his teammates, specifically Batistuta.

With just 3 or 5 seconds, Batistuta had already rushed back to his own half from the frontcourt.

[It went in! You can shoot now! Petko... oh oh oh, goal line save! What a great clearance! It was almost a volley in front of the goal, and the Brazilian team escaped! Look who made the contribution? ]

The broadcast camera was focused on the player of the Brazilian team who had just made an extreme clearance in front of the goal. He was bent over, with his hands on his knees, gasping for breath and trying to calm himself down.

[What did I see! ] The commentator was suddenly excited, [Bati! It was Batistuta who just cleared the ball on the goal line! ]

That's right.

The moment he saw Ederson attack, Batistuta knew what he was going to do. Without hesitation, he sprinted straight to the goal.

According to his own recollection - "I knew exactly what I had to do. During that time, the only thing in my eyes was the ball and the line in front of the goal. Opponents and teammates basically didn't exist."

Of course, this was a big gamble, but the result was good.

In his mind, Batistuta treated this clearance as the team's no-stop-shooting drill. He imagined the goal was in the left stands, and when the ball flew towards him, he tried his best to shoot towards the imaginary goal.

You have to know that he just stood firm 1 second ago.

It's extremely difficult.

If it happens again, Batty may not be able to make such a wonderful clearance.

[beep——]
[The game is over! The referee blew the whistle to end the game, and Brazil defeated Croatia 1-0 to advance to the semi-finals! It was a very exciting match, which made people feel excited. Even in the early morning, they were not tired and even excited! ]

【Thanks to both teams for bringing us such a great battle. Brazil showed its potential to be a champion, and Croatia fought tenaciously until the last second. They deserve admiration! 】

At the moment the whistle blew, Batistuta finally couldn't hold on any longer. He didn't care about Ederson celebrating wildly above his head and waved to his teammates to join in.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, let gravity take over his body, and then lay directly on his back on the grass.

call--

Won.

"Wow, look! He's already lying down!" Amid the chaos, someone yelled and rushed towards Batty, "Come on, come on! Get on top! He can't resist!"

Ok?
What's wrong?
Batty was still lying on the grass and sighing, when he heard this suddenly, he subconsciously wanted to sit up. However, before he could raise his upper body, a dark mass, oh no, it was a yellow mass, came towards him.

"Hey hey hey! Don't--"

Before Batty could finish his words, he was instantly drowned by the minions.

As we all know, the person at the bottom of a human tower is the most unlucky, especially when he is facing face up. Unfortunately, Batistuta was facing face up.

You know, the football game had just ended.

A bunch of teammates are on top of you, and everything will be thrown at your face, including but not limited to your teammates’ sweat, dirt, grass clippings, and some things that might make you lose your midnight snack.

But that wasn't the worst for Batty.

The worst thing is that there are always people who want to take advantage of the situation.

"You! Get out of here! Ah—who's pressing my belly?"
"——hiss! Arm, arm! You hit my chest on purpose——ah! You are going to twist my head off!"
"Who the hell pulled my pants? I told you there are no rainbow panties today!"

A few minutes later, Zidane and his assistants arrived late, and the minions dispersed, leaving Batistuta lying there with a dazed look in his eyes. His hair was sticking out from being rubbed by various people, his jersey was wrinkled, his shorts were rolled up, and one of his socks was pulled down. He looked like he had been tortured terribly.

The drone camera even stayed above him for quite a while.

Soon, there was one more trending search:
#BatiAfterwards/multiple people/half-dressed/HD no▓ on-site photos【exploded】

In the end, Neymar found his conscience and found a towel for his captain. Of course, that was after he took a lot of photos of Batistuta with his mobile phone.

"Don't blame us, we just love you too much." After saying that, Neymar grabbed two horns on Batistuta's head with the water. After a few seconds, he squatted down and pinched Batistuta's cheek, "Hey! Why are you so upset? We won! Be happy!"

Batty: ...

Still Batty:...Get away from me!

(End of this chapter)