[Football] Bad Boy Batty

【Breaking news! Epic meeting, World Cup semi-final Brazil vs. Argentina! 】
[Pampas Eagles or Samba Army, make your choice! ]
[The secret of South American enemies revealed! Neymar and Messi have a good relationship; Batistuta and Aguero have a good relationship ≠ Brazil and Argentina have a good relationship]
[America's Cup final replay? Neymar/Messi/Bati match designated ball three choices]

……

The two nations with the most soccer stars met in the semi-finals, and the result immediately caused a worldwide response. Although many people complained that the two teams met too early, it cannot be denied that this will be an exciting game.

迄今为止，两队在世界舞台上共交手92次，而在世界杯的决赛圈中相遇共有4次，巴西2胜1平1负略占上风。距离最近的一次是1990年意大利世界杯1/8决赛, 巴西1-0淘汰了阿根廷。

The "war" between the two South American powers has been going on for nearly 100 years, and they are almost evenly matched in the nearly years of fighting.

Like a fateful battle, as time goes by, the battle between the Pampas Eagles and the Samba Army continues, but as long as football exists, Brazil and Argentina will continue to be compared by people.

With such a hot topic, how could a blogger who has changed his career not seize the opportunity?

In Aguero's live broadcast room, the cheers reached an unprecedented height. In order to better interact with the audience, Aguero, who is known as the 12th man of the team, connected with the Argentina team live. During the process, almost every player that everyone paid attention to showed up, and of course Messi accounted for the majority of them.

After lunch, not long after he disconnected the connection, someone in the live broadcast room started to instigate him to connect with the Brazilian team.

"Connect with the Brazilian team! See how they are preparing!!"
"Bati! Show us Batti!"
"Don't you want to know what the other party is like, Kun?"

Aguero: "No, this won't work, chat, chat, listen to me, we - okay! Okay! I'll try to call the little bastard, there's no video, I'll call now, he may not answer, then you don't bother me, I'm an Argentine."

In the end, Aguero couldn't resist the request of the live audience and called Batistuta on his mobile phone. After all, Batistuta was his teammate, and it was good to chat with him without revealing the tactical arrangements, which would satisfy the appetite of the audience.

It is around 2pm now, most teams will not train at this time, and he is not an Argentine player now, so Batistuta should answer his call.

Even if he didn't answer, it couldn't be blamed on him. After all, it was a live broadcast with hundreds of thousands of viewers watching. Anyway, he called, and it didn't matter whether the little bastard answered or not—

"Hola, Kun!" At the last second before the phone rang, Batistuta answered the call. The little king's unique and flamboyant voice came into the live broadcast room through the microphone, immediately attracting a large number of messages from netizens.

Looking at the rapidly refreshing text and expressions on the screen, Aguero couldn't help but whistle: "Good afternoon, Batistuta, what are you doing over there?"

"Nothing, just staying here." Batty's answer was flawless.

"Don't be so reserved, let's talk." After saying hello, Aguero asked in a joking tone: "Come on, tell me first, how do you plan to win the game in three days?"

"Wow! It's so exciting right from the start, and they didn't even bother to exchange pleasantries?" Batty exclaimed in an exaggerated tone, "Why, you guys in Argentina couldn't come up with a good solution, so you sent you to spy on us?"

"No, you know I don't live in a university town." Aguero avoided the team and answered, "I was live, the audience wanted to listen, so I called you, who told you to answer it."

"Okay, it's my fault. I shouldn't have answered your call." Batty greeted the live broadcast room jokingly, "You wanted to hear me talk, and now I'm here. We can talk about something else besides the game."

Aguero manually manipulated the message board in the live broadcast room to see what the audience wanted to know, and then he asked: "Then - there are two more games, Portugal Morocco, England and France, who do you think will win?"

"Of course it's Portugal and England." Batistuta took his phone and sat down somewhere else.

"guessed."

"Yeah, you know, we play in the Premier League, and we are more familiar with Kyle and John. In Portugal, there are Bernardo and Reuben. I really want to see what the result will be when they meet."

"So what do you think of the other guy from Portugal?"

"Huh? What do you mean?" Batty laughed into the microphone. "Come on, Kun, you don't want to watch the World Cup final against Messi and Ronaldo, do you?"

Aguero lowered his head and smiled sweetly: "I am a blogger now."

"Tsk." Batty said disdainfully, "They are already the traffic of the old era. You might as well look forward to Brazil meeting France again. Kiki and I are the representatives of the new era."

"Wow!" Aguero opened his mouth in surprise. Batistuta understood the live broadcast effect better than he thought.

but--

"Kiki? When did you two become so familiar with each other?"

"About this," Barty deliberately dragged out the ending to whet everyone's appetite, "probably at a time you don't know--"

'Boom! '

As he was speaking, there was a sudden cheer from Batistuta, accompanied by the sound of tambourines, the favorite of Brazilians. Aguero and the audience in his live broadcast room clearly heard many people on the other end of the phone singing birthday songs.

Aguero looked at his phone: "What are you doing——"

"Oh, we are celebrating Guimarães' birthday," Batistuta raised his phone and the birthday song became louder. "By the way, Kun, I remembered something. What if I whispered to Leo during the game: Qué mira bobo? Would he be embarrassed enough to lose the ball?"
(Meaning: What are you looking at? You idiot. Also the famous: Here’s a nest for you two)
After hearing what he said, Aguero couldn't help it, and neither could the live broadcast room, the comment section was refreshed so fast that it was hard to see clearly.

“Hahahahahaha BBB is so funny!”
“It turns out that the whole world is playing this!”
"Say it! You must say it!"
"Jaaaaaaa! Messi might say bobo again!"

"If you really do that, I can't say whether Leo will lose the ball, but I promise you that he will target you to death in training sessions in the future! To be honest, I am very, very, very looking forward to that happening!!" Aguero fanned the flames without hesitation.

First of all, he believed that Messi would not make a mistake because of this stupid thing. Secondly, even if he rejected Batistuta, he could still do it in the game, because there was no rule that prohibited him from teasing his opponent as a little fool in the game.

Batty obviously didn't take it seriously: "I'm not afraid of him targeting me. When the time comes--Puff! Hey! Who threw it! Oh my God! I'm already sitting as far away from you guys as possible, why is it still...Jesus! It's simply cream hell! It's in my ears!"

As he was talking, he heard a 'whoosh' sound from his end, and something came through the air. Then the sound in the microphone became noisy and hazy. It was probably the start of a cake war. Batty was affected and his phone was smashed to the ground.

"Bati, Batistuta? Are you still there?" Aguero called him tentatively, "Surrounded by cream, I thought you liked this."

But no matter how he called, Batty didn't respond.

However, the call was still ongoing, and Aguero and the audience in the live broadcast room could still hear the screams and laughter of the Brazilian people over there through the microphone.

"Here's another one, here! Paqui hit him!"
"Be careful there's a candle up there!"

"Swoosh! Snap—"

"Go pick it up from the ground! We still have 'ammunition'! Gabi Gabi! Over there!"
"You have chocolate cookies there! Laffy! Give me some!"

"Bang! Clank—"

"They're hiding behind the chairs! Batty! Go around and around! Avoid the midfield!"
"An attack is coming from the left! Watch out, Ney!!"

It sounds like this 'battle' has reached a fever pitch.

Out of friendship, Aguero ended the call midway. Who knows if there will be any content that cannot be broadcast later.

After putting down his phone, the former Argentina striker hugged his arms and threw himself back on the gaming chair. He emptied his mind and looked at the messages that kept refreshing on the screen. The atmosphere in the Brazilian team is really good, Aguero thought.

Suddenly, for no apparent reason, he felt an inexplicable panic and uneasiness in his heart. The last victory in the final was hard-won, but this time it wouldn't be the same... Damn it!
Aguero slapped himself.

The atmosphere in the Argentine team is also very good. As everyone has seen in the video just now, Leo is in good shape and the boys are full of determination. He told himself, don't think too much, there will be no problem.

……

At the same time, in the conference room, the Brazilian coaching staff had a heated discussion on the three predicted starting lineups for Argentina on the screen. Compared to the relaxed atmosphere among the players, the atmosphere here was much more serious.

"I still think Di Maria is more likely to start," said one of the assistant coaches. "The 4231--- formation is a stable counterattack. He and Messi are both on the right, targeting Renan Lodi. That's how we lost the America's Cup."

"No, no, they know they can't use the same method a second time, we won't give them a chance." Another retorted, "Looking at their previous games, I think they will target Ney and Batistuta and play the midfield strangulation game."

The assistants spoke one by one. Zidane listened to what they said, looked at the Argentine players on the screen, and gradually formed his own ideas in his mind.

Argentina has a better lineup this time and more tactics to use. The loss to Saudi Arabia in the first World Cup was a wake-up call for them. In addition, they have cohesion and player ability.

Of course this does not mean that the Brazilian team does not have the above points.

At this point in the World Cup, the strength of the two teams is similar. What is being compared is the on-the-spot performance of the head coach and the players. His deployment of troops may help the team win the first half, but the players' state determines the direction of the second half.

"Zizou, what do you think?"

Zidane came back to his senses, stretched his neck, and then slowly said: "We play 433, double defensive midfielders, defend 442, focus on the left, and break the Argentine midfield."

"Left wing?" someone asked, "What about Batistuta? Should we move him back to midfield?"

"No, we will play wherever he is." Zidane smiled at the screen, "Yes, gentlemen, I will put our captain on the left. I believe he and Neymar will give Molina (Argentine right back) a taste of power."

Last time in the America's Cup, Argentina penetrated their left defense, this time, it was their turn to penetrate them.

……

Of course, in addition to tactics, the Brazilian team still has a lot to practice.

For example, passing the ball when facing high pressure, how to adjust the heart rate to replenish physical energy during overtime, and penalties. The Argentine goalkeeper saved three penalties in a row in the penalty shootout with the Netherlands, which was enough to attract their attention.

Zidane thought as he walked into the restaurant. He clapped his hands and said, "Attention, everyone. We have to change our strategy for this afternoon's training. In addition to the regular training, I will add three more penalty kicks for those whose names I'll read later."

Ok?
Not right.

Why is it so quiet all of a sudden? What weird ideas are these troublemakers thinking of? And what's with that expression on Batty's face? Why is he so terrified?
next second.

Zidane's face hit a large piece of transparent tape right at the door of the restaurant. Someone had put the tape on both sides to form a roadblock, and it was stuck on Zidane's neck and chin.

This was a classic prank, and he had no time to react and just ran into it headfirst.

"Oh my God—"

The restaurant was silent at first, and then it erupted into laughter loud enough to blow the roof off. Batty even fell off his chair to the ground, holding his stomach and laughing until he was dizzy.

Zidane: …

"Sorry, Zizu, we didn't mean to target you." After finally laughing enough, Batty wiped his tears and stood up with difficulty, "Gege went to change his clothes, and that was prepared for him."

"...I'm not surprised at all." Zidane bent down and passed under the tape. "Okay, now let's get back to training. We made some slight changes to the afternoon and evening training. You-"

"careful!"

Just as Batistuta shouted this insincerely, Zidane hit a pile of transparent tape for the second time, this time the tape was higher and stuck in the middle of his face. The poor coach's nose was damaged, and his eyebrows and eyelashes were also smeared into a ball.

"Oops, I was so careless. I warned you." Batistuta smiled wickedly and winked at Zidane. "But luckily you don't have hair, so this little bit of tape won't do much damage to you."

Zidane: …

Still Zidane: "Yeah it won't hurt me much, but I guarantee it will hurt you a lot."

Batty: ?
"Don't even think about going online tonight. Hand over your cellphones and tablets." Zidane fiercely ripped off the tape in front of him. "Don't even think about getting close to Neymar or Loach. I'll be watching them. Also, you need to do three more sets of penalty kick training. If you don't meet the standard, keep accumulating. You often go to bed in the early hours of the morning, so I believe this amount of training won't be a problem for you."

Batty was stunned.

Richarlison arrived late and looked at the stunned crowd, the team captain who was standing in front as if struck by lightning, the vice-captain who was looking at him with sympathy, and the head coach whose suit was a little messy but whose face was full of pride. He scratched his hair.

"What did I miss?"

……

That night, Batty actually practiced until the early morning.

Of course, Zidane and the penalty coach were with him, and they never tired of repeating the characteristics of the Argentine goalkeeper into his ears, so that by the end Batistuta saw everything as Martinez, including the goalpost, the dummy in front of the goal, and everyone who spoke to him.

The exhausted team leader was in no mood to do anything else. He didn't even watch the game he had agreed to watch with everyone. After returning to his room, he took a quick shower as if he had no soul, then fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, before training time, Batistuta was woken up by a bombardment of text messages. (Yes, Zidane did not take his phone away in the end)
Qiaolin: You’ve made my friend popular again! Hahahaha!
Qiao Lin: (Fireworks) (Fireworks) (Fireworks)
Qiaolin: They all say that you are now truly Pele’s successor, hahaha!

What the hell? Bailey's successor?
Now?

What are you doing?
Batty was confused and had no idea what his friend meant. Just as he turned over with the quilt in his arms and was about to reply to her with a few question mark emoticons, his door was slammed loudly and strange shouts from his teammates were heard outside.

"Bati, Batistuta! Don't sleep! Get up! It's a big thing!" This is Neymar's voice, and no one else can have such an obviously hoarse voice.

This is even more strange. When did Neymar get up so early?
But before Batty could figure it out, the next sentence from the other party outside the door made him stay on the bed.

"My dear, both Portugal and England, the teams you were optimistic about, are out!" Neymar shouted, "And you said this in Akun's live studio! Oh, my God, you are really going to take over from our football king Pele in terms of bad mouth!"

Batty: ???
Batty again: ...

(End of this chapter)