[Football] Bad Boy Batty

Don’t block the way, don’t...block the way?
What a joke.

Batistuta was soon replaced by the referee. Augustus got up from the ground, without even looking at the yellow card he took out of his pocket, nor did he defend himself. He walked straight towards Mbappe in the frontcourt.

"Are you okay?" Seeing him coming, Mbappe frowned even more tightly.

What he wanted to know was not how Augustus himself was doing, but whether Augustus could hold on. Now they were 1-2 behind, and they still had 7 minutes including injury time, so the importance of the game was self-evident.

Augustus didn't answer Mbappe's question.

"Go to the left side later, and run forward when you see me get the ball," he said. "I'll have Thuram come back to meet me, so be ready."

"--what you up to?"

Augustus still did not answer Mbappe's second question.

"Do you want to score goals, win, and bring back a third World Cup for France?" he said. "If you do, just listen to me, run forward, and I will pass the ball to you."

Mbappe frowned and looked at his captain with complicated eyes. After a few seconds, he lowered his head, responded softly, and turned back to his seat.

He didn't know what Augustus wanted to do, but as long as it could help the team win the game, he was willing to listen.

Augustus's eyes drew a large circle around him.

What does he want to do?
Of course, it goes without saying that -

Blocking the road.

……

【The ball went in! Oh my god! Incredible! In the second minute of injury time, the French team evened the score! Brazil's defense was exhausted and there was a gap. From Augustus passing the ball to Thuram and Mbappe's relay race, it took less than 2 seconds! 15-2, the French team was pulled back from the brink of death! 】

[Unbelievable! I didn't expect the excitement of this game was still to come. In the last 10 minutes, they tied, overtook, and tied again! There were so many climaxes. There were almost 4 minutes left. If the two teams still maintained a 4-2 score in these 2 minutes, they would enter overtime.]

Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuuck! !
Damn that Frenchman!
Batty supported himself on his knees and gasped for breath, trying his best to adjust his breathing to calm his body, but he really couldn't control himself as he saw the victory that was so close to him vanish into thin air.

Overtime, damn overtime.

He hated overtime.

To be honest, he didn't fall in overtime very often, but that one time, four years ago, was heartbreaking.

In a trance, Batistuta seemed to be back in the Luzhniki Stadium in Russia, that rainy night. He remembered every detail clearly, including the overtime and the penalty kick.

He didn't want to go through it again.

Really.

"Come back to your senses, Barty!"

A frivolous and complacent voice woke Batty from his terrible hallucination. When he looked up, he saw it was full of red again.

"Don't block the road." Augustus imitated Batty's tone, "Look at it now, what do you think of me blocking the road?"

After saying that, without waiting for Batistuta to react, the French midfielder stepped back with a smile.

The expression on his face seemed to tell him, tell everyone, that they had already won, that they could still score goals, whether in injury time or extra time, and that they would climb to the top by defeating Brazil like they did last time.

"You fucking-"

"Bati, Batistuta! Hey, hey! Look at me!" Neymar stopped the angry Batistuta, turned him around so that he didn't have to look at the celebrating French people, then held Batistuta's face with both hands and put his forehead against his forehead so that he could only look at himself.

"Return your sanity. I know you can do it." He said, "Don't follow his rhythm. Don't look at him. You have succeeded once. Can you do it again?"

Batty breathed quickly, trying to take all of himself into the amber eyes opposite him.

"One more time." He closed his eyes tightly and repeated, "I can do it."

"Focus, don't look at the opponent." Neymar used his thumb to rub the corner of Batistuta's eye to help him calm down. "You have me, you have teammates, we haven't lost yet."

Yes, they haven't lost yet.

Batty took a deep breath and opened his eyes.

"I want to win," he said, looking Neymar in the eye. "I hate overtime."

"What a coincidence." Neymar smiled, "Me too."

Batistuta took two steps back and looked at the big screen, and Neymar followed him.

"There are three minutes left," Neymar said, "so--"

"So," Batty said, "let's teach the French a lesson."

They have all experienced more pressing situations than this.

Isn't it just a goal?

Okay, let me show you.

……

Batistuta picked up the ball and greeted Jesus, and the Brazilian team kicked off from the center circle.

[2 minutes and 46 seconds remaining.]
Casemiro made a long pass to Neymar on the wing, but the French team was well prepared. Neymar couldn't find a good opportunity, so he passed the ball back to Batistuta, who passed the ball to Guimaraes.

"Control! Control the ball! Don't give France any chance to counterattack!"

[2 minutes and 13 seconds remaining.]
Guimaraes passed the ball back to the goalkeeper, and the Brazilian team's backcourt operations pulled the French team's defense line. Alisson did not kick the ball but chose to pass the ball to Mario. Mario dribbled forward from the wing, Rafinha retreated, and Batistuta also came to the right to cross and provide a receiving point.

Lucas and Rabiot double-teamed, Rafinha protected the ball near the baseline, Batistuta went up, and Augustus followed closely behind. Seeing that the small-scale operation failed, Rafinha weighed the pros and cons and gave up the attack at Batistuta's signal, and passed the ball back to Mario along the sideline.

[1 minutes and 46 seconds remaining.]
Mario passed the ball to Casemiro, Casemiro made a long pass into the penalty area, Batistuta fell under Augustus' defense, the referee signaled him to get up and decisively showed a yellow card for diving.

The ball is given to France.

[There is only one minute left.]
Guimaraes saw the opportunity to steal the ball in the midfield, but he slipped and got the ball back. Batistuta didn't dare to delay and passed the ball to the left. The ball was a bit too big, and Batistuta's heartbeat accelerated at the moment of passing it, but fortunately Neymar used enough experience to stop the ball with his toes and let it hit Kounde's calf and bounce out of the baseline.

[Final 43 seconds remaining.]
Brazil gets a corner kick.

Looking at the score of 2-2 on the screen, some fans gave up watching the final corner kick and went to the lobby to buy snacks. They would definitely go into overtime, and there was still half an hour left, so they had to be prepared.

Be prepared indeed.

Neymar wiped his sweat and walked to the corner area. It was no different from any other corner kick. He glanced at the players in front of the goal who were preparing to head the ball and raised his hand to signal.

What about Batty?
He doesn't seem to be at the door.

Neymar didn't see Batistuta, but he knew where he was, and he was sure he was exactly where he thought he was.

They had a brief eye contact before the free throw.

'Do you believe me?'

'letter.'

'You know where to find me.'

'Yes I know.'

This is the tacit understanding that belongs to them, to the NB group, to Superman and Batman, and to the same pair of socks.

Batistuta wandered around the back post with his head down, looking resigned to his fate and preparing for overtime.

But Augustus knew he wouldn't, he knew he wouldn't give up, he knew him, he must be planning something.

"What are you thinking about?" The French midfielder turned his head to look over.

He expected to see something in those blue eyes.

Batty said nothing.

Augustus still saw it.

He wanted to go around and head the ball, giving them a fatal blow at the last moment of stoppage time.

The red-haired player smiled, with an unconcealable joy in his smile. He saw through him, he discovered his little secret, and soon, he was going to defeat him again.

What about those blue eyes?
Will you cry, feel sad, or be angry?

But no matter what, those emotions all belong to him.

[35 seconds left]
Neymar takes a corner kick.

Augustus used all his strength to stop Batty from jumping, but wait, where is Batty?

He was wrong.

His prediction was wrong.

Batistuta had no intention of going around and heading the ball as he had thought.

Augustus did not see through Batty, he only saw through his own arrogance.

[Last 27 seconds]
Batistuta came to the middle position in front of the goal, on the outside, 5 or 6 yards away from the goal line. He didn't even need to look up to know that Neymar would definitely send the ball here.

The time is just right.

At that moment, it seemed as if he was the only one left in the entire stadium, and his target was clear, which was the goal in front of him.

A gap appeared between the two players entangled in front of him. Batty shifted his center of gravity slightly and raised his left foot.

[Hit directly!!!]

【Ohhhh! The ball goes in! The ball goes in! The ball goes in!!】

【The winning goal! The 5th minute of injury time! 95 minutes and 33 seconds! Brazil won the game! NB team nb!! In the corner kick, Neymar made an accurate assist as if he knew Batistuta's position in advance, and Batistuta volleyed the ball! 】

[This is the 8th goal of the Brazilian captain in this World Cup! We are all witnesses. His total number of goals in the World Cup has reached 17, breaking the record of Klose in Brazil 8 years ago! Becoming the historical Golden Boot winner! This honor has returned to Brazil! ]

[3-2! France has no chance!] [Brazil! They are the world champions!]

……

The scene was too noisy and Batistuta couldn't hear the sound of the ball entering the net, but he saw it. He saw his teammates running towards him with joy that was almost crying.

He knew he won.

They won.

Brazil won.

Many years later, Batistuta could not remember many details of the time, but he still clearly remembered the feeling, the feeling of scoring the winning goal, and the feeling of kicking off from the center circle while watching his opponents lose hope. Every time he thought of it, he could feel his blood boiling.

[beep——]
The referee blew the whistle to end the game.

No overtime!

Brazil beat France in regular time!

At the moment the whistle was blown, countless yellow men rushed into the court. Batistuta didn't know how he broke through their encirclement. He came to the sidelines, looked at the fans, and finally couldn't help kneeling down and covering his face with his jersey and crying.

4 years.

He finally fulfilled his promise.

Bring the Gold Cup and the sixth star back to Brazil.

"Bati!!!!!!"

At this time, someone came up to him, knelt down with overflowing excitement, and forcefully pulled away his hands and jersey that were covering his face.

Batistuta was crying with red eyes. He looked over and saw Neymar.

He cried too.

"Remember what I said?" Neymar wiped the tears from his face with his shoulder, and then wiped the tears from Batistuta's face with his hand.

The distance is shortened.

In the blur, Batty seemed to understand what he meant, but also seemed not to understand.

"Ney?"

"I said, after we win, let's do something big." Neymar held Batistuta's face and put his hand next to his face. "Maradona and the Son of Wind's kiss of the century lasted 6 minutes. We must surpass them no matter what."

Batty was stunned for a moment.

meaning is--

The next second, Neymar's lips collided.

Yes, bump.

It was not an ordinary kiss, not a gentle touch of lips, but a passionate kiss like rolling waves and a storm.

Batistuta put his arms around Neymar's neck, opened the gate to welcome him, and then took the initiative to send himself out.

There was no trace of lust in their kiss.

No, no, maybe there is.

What if there is love, what if there is desire, go to hell, as if no one cares! The last-minute goal, the World Cup, the sidelines, everyone is watching, how can it not move people.

The photographers on the sidelines were stunned, and the fans not far away were also stunned. Soon, the broadcast camera turned to them, and everyone around the world who was watching the live broadcast was stunned.

【Oh! After the last-second goal, the two core players of the Brazilian team were very excited and kissed each other on the sidelines to express their joy, which reminded people of the kiss of the century. In 1996, Maradona and Caniggia played for Boca Juniors together. At the end of the game, Maradona assisted Caniggia, and the two excitedly kissed for 6 minutes in front of the audience.】

Soon, some sensitive countries notified the director to switch the screen.

But no matter what, the NB group's new century kiss will be forever engraved in the long river of World Cup history and will always be alive.

……

There were some fans on the sidelines who were timing them. Just when the 7th minute was about to pass, Batistuta felt short of breath. In a daze, he accidentally looked up and saw someone's figure appear on the big screen.

A flash of lightning flashed.

"Well!"

Batistuta suddenly broke away from the kiss with Neymar.

"——Bati?" Neymar looked up at him in astonishment, "You interrupted our record, come back quickly, we have to kiss for another 7 minutes!"

"No, no." Barty licked the corner of his mouth and refused firmly, "I have more important things to do than breaking the kiss record."

"what?!"

"It's very important." Batistuta looked at Neymar and narrowed his eyes. "I have to do it. You don't know how long I have been waiting for this moment."

……

There was silence on the French team.

If you ask them how long it takes to get from heaven to hell?

They will answer, 3 minutes.

Augustus stood there with no expression. The crowd overwhelmed his heart and he could not see anything.

That's fine, he thought.

He witnessed his failure in the last final, and he witnessed his success in this final.

He was present both times.

Good.

At this moment, Augustus suddenly saw Batti walking towards him from afar, and walking quickly with excitement and impulse that could not be concealed.

Oh, he's well again.

Come on! Augustus was ready, come and humiliate him! Push him down hard, step on him hard, strangle him, and make him look up at him.

but--

It turns out he was overthinking.

Batti's target was not Augustus. Even though Augustus had an expectant look in his eyes, Batti didn't even look at him and just walked past him.

The French midfield froze in place.

Turning around with difficulty, he saw Mbappe sitting on the ground in disappointment. Their president, Marco, was comforting him beside him, and Batistuta's target was him.

Augustus paused for a few seconds, then smiled.

He believed that Batty did not fail to see him or ignore him. Batty must have done this on purpose to make him crazy.

Row.

Good.

……

Mbappe was sitting on the ground, feeling so heavy-hearted that it seemed as if he was about to sink into the center of the earth. The annoying president next to him kept talking, but he couldn't hear a word he said.

Can you go further away and leave him alone?

At this moment, a human-shaped shadow fell.

"Hey, Killian."

Familiar voice.

Mbappe's vocal cords contracted subconsciously.

The man who came pushed away a certain president who shouldn't have been here. He spoke in a light tone, then reached out and touched Mbappe's head like rubbing a cat's back.

"Don't be sad," he said.

As we all know, Mbappe hates being touched on the head the most.

The French striker looked up and met the playful blue eyes. He said nothing. He didn't want to admit defeat, especially to the guy in front of him.

There was more mockery on Batty's face and eyes.

As if he had anticipated Mbappe's reaction, he reached out and rubbed his head again: "Remember what you said to me four years ago? About the trophy and the exchange."

Of course, this question needs no answer.

"Now, Killian, do you still want to change?" Batty asked, and then he suddenly covered his mouth in surprise, "Oh, look at my memory, I forgot, you can't change."

Mbappé looked at him.

Looking at the beautiful Brazilian captain in front of him, he curled his lips.

"You have nothing to change, Kylian," Batistuta said with a smile. "I have everything you have and everything you don't have. I have all the trophies."

(End of this chapter)