[Football] Bad Boy Batty

[See you again after four years! World Cup final between Brazil and France! ]
[The new king of football competition, Batistuta will win or Mbappe will retain the title]
[Following in his father's footsteps? Just one step away from collecting all the trophies, Batistuta may surpass Ronaldinho to become the youngest Grand Slam + All-Honors winner in football]
[Both sides start targeted training, guess the lineup to win gifts, come and join us! ]
[Breaking news! Many members of the French team have caught a cold and may not be able to play]
[Team reporter: Benzema destroyed the team's unity and had an argument with captain Augustus during training]
[Training live (multiple photos) South Americans are happy and the atmosphere on the Brazilian team’s training ground is harmonious]
[The French team is in turmoil, is the Brazilian team stable? 】

……

"Run, run! Catch the ball! Catch it! Over there! Quick, reverse it - Oh my, with this speed, how can you defend Mbappe? With this strength, how can you withstand the madman Augustus?"

On the training ground, Batistuta was excitedly holding a water bottle and leaning on the small door frame used for training, shouting.

He had just finished two sets of simulated confrontation training and two sets of weighted sprint training and was about to take a break when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Neymar and his teammates practicing passing and receiving the ball next door. The idea of ​​doing something immediately came to his mind.

"For the happiness of your captain, try harder! There is only one game left, and this game concerns my reputation! Whether King Batistuta can surpass Ronaldinho and become the youngest Grand Slam winner depends on you!"

It is called encouragement, but in fact it is just teasing and ridicule.

"Shut up, you little bastard!" Neymar took the time to make an exaggerated 'shut up' gesture to Batistuta, "You've finished practicing, but we haven't yet!"

"Isn't that nonsense? I can only come to supervise you because I'm done." Batistuta said confidently, "You! Neymar! Focus on training well, don't look at me, look at the ball, we are still counting on you to blast Kounde and Varane!" (Right back and right center back of the French team)
Neymar spread his hands. Just listen to the tone that has taken hundreds of detours. He is really a bad guy through and through.

As he was speaking, Richarlison also finished training and walked over. After making a Tarzan-like voice to his teammates on the field, he stood next to Batistuta.

"For the honor of the captain, brothers, charge!!!" After shouting, he sat down on the spot and took the water bottle from Batistuta's arms.

"By the way, Barty, what prizes are included in the Grand Slam?" he asked while swishing water into his mouth.

"--It should be all the championships that the team can win and all the personal honors." Batistuta propped up his chin and looked up at the sky and began to count the trophies. "I have three championships in England, then the Champions League, the Super Cup, and personally, the Premier League Golden Boot, the Champions League Golden Boot, the World Footballer of the Year, the Ballon d'Or, the national team, the America's Cup, and now I'm just short of a World Cup."

"Oh!" Richarlison threw away the water bottle. "The same goes for Neymar, right?"

"That's obviously different."

"Huh?" Richarlison was a little confused, "Why is it different?" Did he miss any trophy?
Batty raised his head with a wicked smile on his face, looking like he was going to do something naughty.

Neymar, who had been watching from a distance, also pricked up his ears to listen. He also wanted to know what the difference between the two of them was that Batistuta was talking about.

The next second, Barty said cheerfully: "I am only 23 years old, competing for the youngest winner. Ney can certainly win the Grand Slam, but he is almost out of date and an old man."

N-Fast-Out-Old-Man-Mal: ...

"And, Richard, look at his hairline. When I first met him in 16, his hair was still very thick. Now, it's receding almost - um, 2 inches?"

Nai-Fast-Out-Old-Man-Receding-Hairline-Mal: ???
"What nonsense are you talking about! 2 inches?! Do you know how long 2 inches is?"

"-- probably?" Batistuta looked over innocently, "About the length of a miniature Neymar's head on your body. Oh, sorry, I shouldn't say you, I meant average size."

The training ground was silent for a few seconds.

Then there was a huge laugh, which even the reporters waiting outside could hear clearly.

"Bati! Oh my God!" Neymar turned his head and complained frantically to Batistuta. This little bastard mocked him twice with just one sentence.

"Watch the ball, Ney!" Batty whistled. "Eyes! Over there!"

"No need to remind you, Batistuta, when I went to Europe to play football you were -"

"Ah, be careful!"

In the few seconds when Neymar responded to Batistuta, or to be more precise, the second when he turned his head, Paqueta stopped and passed the ball directly to his face.

It hit Neymar's left jaw and ear.

"Hahahaha, what did I say?" Batty laughed so hard that he nearly fell off the door frame. "I told you to watch the game but you insisted on watching me. Now look what happened, you got hit in the face!"

"Whose fault is this?" Neymar said with a sullen face, giving Batistuta the middle finger. "I'll get half as many ears popped as yours in a little while!"

Barty winked at him and blew him a kiss in return.

Soon the passing training here was over. Neymar asked for the ball from Marquinhos, then took aim and kicked it towards Batistuta.

"Ah!" Batty dodged by tilting his head, then patted his chest in a pretentious manner, "I gave you a kiss, but you were so mean to me. I feel hurt!"

"...Who is the injured one?" Neymar said as he ran towards Batistuta. "Stand there and don't move. Let me come over and we can talk!"

“Hahahaha!” Batty didn’t listen to him. He jumped up and ran away. “Only an idiot would stand there and wait for you!”

The two staged a game of one chasing the other on the training ground, and they both... No, no, with the help of Paqueta and Richarlison, Neymar quickly pinned Batistuta down.

"Do you know you're wrong? Huh?"

"What did I say wrong? Your length?"

"Ha! Still being stubborn!"

"——hiss! Stop pressing my face! Hey! You, you——waist! It's going to break! Go away!"

Before long, other people gathered around, cheering and making noises as if they were watching an octagonal cage fight, and the training ground became a scene of chaos.

By the time Zidane came over, Batistuta was about to succeed in the counterattack if Richarlison hadn't held down his foot.

"The coach is here!"

Someone shouted, and the players on the periphery immediately dispersed to make way.

Zidane walked in slowly, Batistuta looked up and greeted him, panting: "Hey, Zizu, give me another half a minute, I will win soon!"

"Bullshit." Neymar squeezed his thigh from the air raid, "Give up as soon as possible, you can't win."

Zidane: …

"Get off your vice-captain hat, Batistuta, we should go to the pre-match press conference."...

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France sent 3000w, Brazil won

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(knocking wooden fish.jpg)

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There's no competition yet, stop talking about this and save some luck

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Forum anti-buy, villa by the sea

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I vaguely remember that in the 18 final, some people also said that they would bet on Brazil to win, and then Brazil was out of luck.
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Families, look at this.
[Photo-Secret photo taken at Los Angeles Airport]
[Photo-All security personnel at Qatar Airport are deployed]

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Who is this? Such a big show
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Some people say it is MJ
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? ? ? ? ? ?
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mj? the one i know? michael jackson?

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What the hell!

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So as mentioned before, he is the mysterious guest at the closing ceremony of this World Cup?
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Impossible, how can a small country like Qatar invite MJ? Besides, there are labor and environmental issues. MJ has been out of the stage for many years, so it is impossible for him to come.

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It's hard to say. It seems that before the World Cup, someone photographed Edmundo, the godfather of BBB, secretly visiting MJ. He helped MJ a lot back then. If he went to invite MJ, it might be possible that MJ would come out of retirement.
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Bbb is so lucky, his godfather will really help him if something happens
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Edmundo is also a great man. I have a friend who works as a screenwriter in Hollywood. He told me that in the late 90s, Edmundo forced the representative of the investor to play roulette because of a script investment issue, and he really shot himself in the head.

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(Doraemon is shocked.jpg)

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He also has a curse, whenever he goes to watch BBB's game, BBB never wins

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So this time... how long would it take to get from Rio to Qatar? Would he still make it in time?

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Don't worry, it's too late

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The press conference has begun, folks. Bbb mentioned the Divine Turtle!
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Look at
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[Link-Brazil pre-match press conference for the Qatar World Cup final]

……

At the same time, at the French team's training base, the players had just finished their group match. No one knew who took the lead, but everyone gathered in the lounge to watch the press conference.

France's is over, now it's Brazil's turn.

On the screen, Batty was sitting there lazily, with a PR smile on his face, and his whole body was saying: Why isn't it over yet?

Reporter: [This is the second time that Brazil and France have met in the final. What do you think will be different this time? ]

"That's too many, players, coaches, playing style, mentality." Batty shrugged, "I guess you want to ask about the lineup, I can't tell you that, it's a team secret."

"Haha! He's getting better and better." Griezmann leaned on Lucas and teased, "It seems like he said something, but it also seems like he said nothing."

Reporter: [The finals are approaching, have you figured out a solution to Augustus's restrictions? ]

"Emmmm, I think you asked the wrong person." Batty laughed, "He's not the one in real trouble."

Reporter: [You mean Mbappe? ]

"Of course." Batistuta snapped his fingers. "Kylian is the real tough one. Did you watch the French team's game this time? They can only win smoothly if he plays comfortably."

There was a small burst of laughter in the French team's lounge, and many people looked towards Mbappe.

"Look, he's in love with you, Kylian!" Griezmann teased.

Mbappe tightened his lips and deliberately avoided the teasing gazes of his teammates. He knew that the beautiful Brazilian captain on the screen said this on purpose.

Reporter: [I remember you once gave a low evaluation of Mbappe. You said he was a player who only relied on speed. Do you want to overturn your evaluation now?]

"Yeah, I admit that I went too far back then." Batistuta smiled and apologized, "Mbappe is a good player. He is not just fast, he plays with his brain. Even if he doesn't score, his positioning and involvement are very impressive."

Reporter: [So, if you were asked to choose between Mbappe and Augustus, which one would you choose?]

Everyone watching the press conference held their breath waiting for the answer, including the French players.

The camera is focused on Batty.

The Brazilian captain smiled and said, "Of course, with Killian on the field, who cares about Augustus?"

France:!

Griezmann: “Wow!!”

Mbappé: …

He knew that this bastard would not give up on causing trouble, and he had been looking forward to it a little bit just now.

"what!"

Just then, a loud sneer came from the door of the lounge.

Everyone subconsciously turned their heads to look.

Then I saw the French captain Augustus, who had just attended a press conference, standing there with his arms folded, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and his eyes seemed to turn into sharp arrows to pierce the chest of a Manchester United striker.

Mbappé: …

It’s still Mbappe: Don’t say anything, I’m leaving.

(End of this chapter)