[Football] Bad Boy Batty

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Family, I don't understand,,, Why did France suddenly pull back, and why did Brazil suddenly stand up, this reversal is too fast
(Aba Aba.jpg)

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I don’t understand either, maybe this is the final (laughs)
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Isn't it obvious? France is in internal strife again at the halfway point. It's an old tradition. When we returned to the locker room, it was obvious that Mbappé had something against the firewood.
[Screenshot - Mbappe's dispute at the entrance of Augustus Passage at the end of the half]

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How dare you disrespect Mr. Mu? I'll sell you all.
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(Augustus fake smile.jpg)
I'll sell you to Madrid next season.
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France may be experiencing internal strife, but what about Brazil? What's going on in Brazil?

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It seems that the BBB Godfather had a video call with him. My girlfriend said so. She is a volunteer in the hospital in Rio.
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(Doraemon is shocked.jpg)

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Good guy, I call him good guy
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Is the director so talented that he could completely transform the Brazilian team in just a few minutes?

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The rewards were promised, villas, luxury cars, and beautiful women, if you win you will get them, so no one would have to fight. And during the halftime, my group has studied what Chaihuo said to BBB that made him so angry, and judging from his lip movements, it was related to the big director. BBB's family has always been his Achilles' heel, it's hard to imagine how he resisted tearing Chaihuo apart.

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The coach of the Brazilian team is Zidane. If BBB is sent off for tearing firewood with his hands again, then it's over. The whole world will play this joke.

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It is inherited from the same source.

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It's almost 70 minutes and the game is still tied. Will it go into overtime?

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It's unlikely. Brazil is in this state. It feels like they will score in the next second. Chaihuo is always competing with BBB. The Gallic black chicken's right side is about to be turned into a road by the horses.
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Hey, hey, this ball - oh, what a pity! Rafi! You should be more careful! Kick it a little more accurately! Waste the wonderful pass from BBB. If this ball had gone in, it would have been Puskas's. BBB almost replicated his feat of dribbling past 6 players and scoring a goal. What a pity. What a pity.
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Oh my God! Deschamps made a substitution!
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Muani for Giroud, Coman for Dembele, Thuram for Griezmann, good guy, either no substitution or one substitution for three
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Dembele is finally gone. What a trick! My head is buzzing.
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Deschamps must have noticed the problem on the right side, so he decided to change the formation to 442, with flexible running and everyone feeding the ball to Mbappe. But why didn't he replace Augustus? Who else could he see except Batistuta?
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France has always had a tradition of surrendering but not changing captains.

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Hiss, this——Qibal doesn't want to make a substitution? Why are you holding on to the 5 substitutions?
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You don't know this. According to FIFA's new rules, there are 10 substitutions available if no substitutions are made in this game (funny)

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Wow! Family! The effect is immediate!
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Look, look——

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What the hell!

Less than 2 minutes after the French team made the substitution, new right winger Coman took advantage of his speed to steal the ball from Batistuta and launch a counterattack.

"What the hell!"

He had expected someone to come forward to intercept, but he didn't expect it to be Coman.

Half a minute ago, just before Batistuta turned with the ball, he saw Coman starting near the front sideline, but at that time he only thought that France was assisting in the zone defense, putting pressure on him and trying to make him hit the ball to the left.

But he was wrong. Batistuta didn't expect Coman's purpose was to come straight up and steal the ball, nor did he expect that guy to be so fast.

"Go back! Go back quickly!"

Due to the suddenness of the incident and the breaking point between midfielders Batistuta and Casemiro, the Brazilian team did not react for a while. By the time the defense realized the danger and retreated, the French team had already given the ball to Mbappe on the left.

Damn damn damn!

It was just a hesitation of less than 2 seconds.

Batistuta desperately chased back and tried to intercept the ball before it was too late, but Augustus kept obstructing him and Mbappe began to speed up before he could even see the edge of the penalty area.

"Go away!"

Augustus remained unmoved.

"Even without me, you can't go back. The distance is too far, and you're not that fast. You can't catch up even if you run yourself to death." He said frivolously, "Don't struggle, dear. Nothing will change."

France will still win.

On the World Cup stage, facing Batistuta, Augustus is always the winner.

but.

There is a but here.

Batti was forced to stop by Augustus. Just when he was about to push Augustus hard in anger, he saw a miracle through the gap the next second.

After twists and turns, art arrives.

Just before Mbappe rushed towards the penalty area at high speed, Mario passed the central defender from the ribs and slid forward fiercely and decisively. Mbappe rolled several times on the ground and the ball flew out of the baseline.

A single shot turns into a corner kick.

In an instant, France's attack turned into bubbles.

[ooooo! Mario! Super Mario! This is the most beautiful tackle I have ever seen in this World Cup! The foot touched the ball first, it was not in the penalty area, and there was no foul! The 19-year-old full-back of the Brazilian team who was appointed at the critical moment saved the team from danger! Zidane's substitution is simply amazing! ]

Augustus was dumbfounded. He never expected that the person who tackled their sure goal was the right-back, whom he always regarded as the biggest weakness of the Brazilian team in this game.

The crisis was resolved and Batty was fine again.

"Ahhh Mario!" He ran to the backcourt, jumped up, hugged Mario's neck and kissed him hard on the forehead, "It's so beautiful, it's a work of art! What did I say, you can do it! The ability you have is beyond imagination!"

Mario looked like he was about to cry. His whole body turned red, his arms were shaking unconsciously, and he was obviously in an excited state.

"Thank you, thank you, Captain!"

Without Batistuta, and without his encouragement and trust in him, he would never be where he is today.

"Don't cry, we've only just started." Batty reached out and gently pushed Mario's head. "Don't cry, hold back your tears, save them for when you receive the award!"

He exchanged a glance with Neymar next to him, then looked up at the display screen. The timer showed that it was 75 minutes and 23 seconds.

"There are still 20 minutes left! Try harder!" Batistuta pumped his fist and shouted to encourage his teammates, "For honor! For Brazil! Score! Score! Score!!"

……

Perhaps it was that perfect tackle that gave Mario great confidence. Three minutes later, he dribbled the ball across half the court and then made an assist.

Neymar was marked by Coman at the back post, Jesus retreated in the middle but was accompanied by Rabio. Batistuta was in a good position but Augustus and Huppert were ready to pounce on him.

How to do?
Mario passed the ball to Rafinha, intending to pull the French defense outwards. Rafinha received the ball and broke through, then passed the ball back to the middle before Lucas.

[The middle is empty! The French team should be careful! ]

After nearly 80 minutes of fierce battle, facing Brazil's still flexible and tacit passing and cutting cooperation, the French team's central defense line could not withstand the situation and missed the target.

Batistuta took Augusto away, and Guimarães followed up with a direct shot without stopping the ball.

[A world wave! Guimarães hits a world wave that goes through mountains and seas! Lori is helpless, the Brazilian team uses almost perfect teamwork and excellent individual ability to overtake, 2-1! They are getting closer and closer to victory! ]

And that’s not even the best part.

The best part was that, taking advantage of the melee just now, Batty gave Augustus an elbow strike right in the abdomen.

The referee gave him a warning, but because the elbow strike was caught in the middle of normal physical confrontation and did not reach the standard line of a foul, the referee did not show the yellow sapphire card.

Watching the red-haired midfielder fall to the ground in pain, the captain's mouth was tightly locked, and he apologized to the French players around him with an apologetic look (fake), but his heart was already filled with joy.

There are 10 minutes left until the end of regular time.

Brazil 2-1 France.

The scales of victory seem to have tipped to one side.

……

At the end of the game, the French players began to get impatient. If the score was still 1-1, they would enter overtime and the advantage would still be on their side. But now they were one goal behind and the initiative was in the hands of Brazil.

Augustus observed and fixed his hair, thinking quickly about a solution in his mind.

"Don't give them a chance! Stay in position! Control the ball, control it!"

When Batistuta saw Augustus observing them, he immediately spoke up to remind his teammates to stay focused and not let the French team take advantage of any opportunities in the final moments.

However, it was not as easy for Brazil to break through the French right wing as before. The newly replaced wingback Coman had plenty of energy and was extremely fast. Whether chasing back or counterattacking, he caused a lot of obstacles to the smoothness of Brazil's side. So the main battlefield came to the middle.

Since the substitution, the French team changed their formation and deployed heavy troops in the midfield, and Brazil's passing and cutting success rate plummeted. But despite the effectiveness on the defensive end, their offense still couldn't get going.

Brazil's midfield should not be underestimated.

The gate formed by Casemiro and Guimaraes is impregnable. The Argentines have already done it once to steal the ball and gain an advantage here, and the Brazilian team will not let it happen a second time.

And in front of them is Batistuta, who possesses terrifying penetrating power and aggressiveness.

If you defend him, he has teammates around him, Neymar retreats, Jesus moves to the side, and his counterattack ability is fast and strong; but if you don't defend him, he will pass the last line of defense of the French team and directly threaten the goal.

For a moment, the field was in a stalemate.

Until the 88rd minute.

The Brazilian team intercepted the ball in the backcourt and launched an attack. D. Silva made a long pass, but the accuracy was reduced due to physical problems. Batistuta accelerated and ran towards the landing point, but just as he jumped to unload the ball, Augustus, who had been chasing him all the way, rushed over like a beast.

Completely, without regard for the possible consequences.

With such a fierce collision, even the slightest mistake in position would not only cause harm to the opponent, but could also cause injury to himself.

"—Filho da Puta!"

Batty was hit on the back and lost his balance and fell forward. The pain instantly spread from one point to his whole body. He knew who hit him without looking.

That damn lunatic.

Seeing that the chance to end the game was gone, before touching the cold grass, Batty gritted his teeth and grabbed Augustus fiercely.

He had no idea what he had grabbed hold of, but he didn't care.

It doesn't matter, as long as it's Augustus.

Anywhere is fine.

It’s just a blood transfusion, let’s fight head-on, come on!
[Ouch, this time, he hit me directly. It looks painful. He might get a card. If the referee is stricter, Augustus might even get a red card.]

Neither of them touched the ball, the ball fell to the ground and bounced to the sidelines, Thuram stopped the ball and the referee's whistle sounded at the same time.

"Foul! Sir! He pushed him!"

Neymar led the nearby Brazilian players to quickly surround the referee to ask for an explanation. Almost everyone saw what happened just now. Batistuta dribbled the ball normally, while Augustus committed a deliberate foul.

Although there are tactical intentions, it cannot be denied that personal factors are more important.

But these Batty were out of sight.

His eyes are now full of red.

Half a minute ago, he grabbed Augustus tightly and made him fall together. The two of them entangled and rolled on the grass for at least three times. When they stopped, God played a vulgar joke on them. Augustus just fell on Batistuta.

The two of them looked at each other, one above and one below.

Dark blue versus ash.

The air was so thick that it seemed to have turned into gasoline, and just a spark could start a raging fire.

Of course, being suppressed doesn't mean Batty is willing to suffer.

As his back touched the grass, he grabbed Augustus' hair and pulled him back -

'Snapped'

The hairband broke.

Red pours down.

Augustus shortened the distance between himself and Batty in the direction of the force. His heartbeat quickened, and his thick light-colored eyelashes, obscured blue pupils, and the bloodshot veins around them were clearly visible.

He was glad that he had long hair. In this small space, only their two breaths were entangled with each other.

"…I really want to kiss you."

Batty believed that he was not lying. Looking at the pair of eyes filled with emotion and desire, the captain suddenly smiled. It was an uncommon, morbid smile that had lost the sunshine and was filled with darkness.

He pressed Augustus's hand to his right shoulder.

then.

He clasped his ten fingers together and scratched the skin there through the jersey with his nails.

Almost immediately, blood seeped through the jersey.

"This is you," Batty said.

Augustus was stunned and subconsciously pulled his hand back.

He knew there was a tattoo of his initials, AR.

Is this... a warning?

The next second, Batty reached out and grabbed his neck, moving his lips, which were almost touching, away from him.

"you--"

Before he could finish his words, Batistuta used his arms and hands to push over the French midfielder who was pressing on him.

Augustus sat on the ground, staring blankly at the source of all the desires in his heart, the person he longed for most, the one who drove him to persevere until now, and the one who changed his boring life, stood up in front of him.

The heart beats strongly in the chest.

He had never felt so vivid before, and at this moment, he was finally sure that this was not some bullshit obsession, or something like 'because it's too dazzling, so I want to get it, want to own it', this is fucking love.

But sadly.

When he finally firmly admitted that he was in love, he had just destroyed the budding trust with his own hands.

Against the lights above the stadium, Batistuta looked down at Augustus.

The smile was still the same, but with a hint of coldness.

"I want to win," Batty said.

This time, he was going to win. No matter what it was.

and so--

"Get out of the way and get out of the way."

……

In the 89th minute, Augustus received a yellow card for a blocking foul, the ball was given to Brazil, the score was 2-1, and 6 minutes of injury time were given.

Will there be a turning point?

(End of this chapter)