[Football] Bad Boy Batty

The party went on all night. After Batistuta disappeared, Ronaldinho joined the party, someone came up with a new game, and the house was soon filled with laughter again, as if the previous bad atmosphere had never existed.

Aguero and Messi were the first to leave. Surprisingly, Augustus left the scene right after them. Pique stayed until the end. When De Bruyne and Guardiola arrived, Batistuta was gone and no one knew where he was. After searching for a while, he should have returned home. Neymar was nowhere to be seen from the beginning.

But Batty heard all these things from Loach's narration. He fell asleep at 1 or 2 o'clock in the morning, thanks to half a bottle of brandy.

The next morning, someone woke Batty up from his sleep. He opened his eyes a little and the first thing he saw was a shiny head, as if a 2000-watt light bulb had suddenly appeared in his dim room.

It's Guardiola.

Next, Batty demonstrated to him the robot's daily routine that Sam Eli mentioned. It washed and dressed in 5 minutes and appeared on the sofa. The party and Batty's sleeping room were not on the same floor, so this place was not polluted and was very clean.

But even though he was sober, the hangover still made Battie's eyes swollen like two walnuts. Loach gave him an ice pack, and he held the ice pack and applied it to his eyes while talking to the head coach.

"I thought this morning was a break," he said hoarsely.

"Yes, it is indeed a break, but there are a few things I need to tell you about yesterday's party and Ronaldinho." Guardiola quickly put away his surprise and cleared his throat. "It is true that he wants to sue, but he is not an expert in this area and has not hired a professional lawyer, so don't worry, nothing will happen."

Barty made an irritable grunt in his throat.

"That's the worst combination of parents in the world. They keep chasing me just because we are related by blood. I don't understand." He complained, threw the ice bag in his hand up and caught it again, frowned and looked at the head coach: "But what he said really scared me, guardianship and so on, did the club sign a related contract when signing me?"

Guardiola nodded: "Yes, when the club signed the contract with you, your legal guardian was your godfather, but he can't appear at any time and anywhere, and he doesn't have British nationality or green card, so the club found a proxy guardian for you."

"who is it?"

"Me, and Sam-Eli."

Um?What?
The head coach's answer raised several question marks in Batty's head.

"Pep, you mean, you and Sam, both of you are my guardians?" he said with a hint of sarcasm. "Why, are you two married?"

"...No, because he is the translator and I am your coach." Guardiola's mouth twitched, and then he waved his hand, "You don't need to ask for details, it's very complicated, and our guardianship relationship ended yesterday. You are already 18 years old and don't need a guardian."

Batty celebrated a little.

Looking at the boy who was dancing with an ice pack on the sofa, Guardiola sighed in his heart. Batistuta is too independent. Many stars wish they had 50 nannies to take care of their daily life after becoming famous, but Batistuta doesn't want anyone, except for Loach, even agents and lawyers, the two most important partners of players.

Fortunately, he has a big boss godfather to help him, otherwise, he would have been cheated for who knows how many times.

So, should we say he is lucky or unlucky?

"By the way, Batistuta, I have something else to tell you." Guardiola moved uncomfortably, then crossed his fingers on his legs. "Regarding the matter of feelings, I think you should pay attention to it. Don't let this delay your work."

Batistuta paused his celebration for a moment, he looked at Guardiola and blinked: "Oh, Pep, what are you talking about, I don't quite understand."

"I talked to Kevin yesterday." Guardiola said this, and he believed that Batistuta could understand what he meant.

"Really? That's good." Batty smiled, looking natural. "He was talking about the gift. I think he has nothing to worry about. I like the little ball and I put it in the glass cover on the top of the cabinet."

Guardiola said nothing, his eyes were complicated.

"Don't worry, Pep, it'll be fine." Batistuta gave the head coach a smile brighter than the sun, "I can handle this."

Hopefully you can figure it out, because if he sees one of his players kissing another against a locker in the locker room, it's probably too much for him to handle.

Guardiola took a deep breath and stood up.

He said: "One more thing, now is a critical period for the team, I hope you don't have any more parties at home. If you want to rest and have fun, you can go out, but remember to go home and sleep before 11. Before the final battle, I need you to stay in good competitive condition."

Batty was a little frustrated, then nodded in agreement.

After greeting Loach, Guardiola wanted to go to the door, but Batistuta, in turn, lay on the back of the sofa and waved at him. Just before the door closed, the head coach gave him good news.

"I forgot to tell you, Batistuta, the UEFA quarter-final draw was held yesterday, and our next opponent is Bayern."

The door closed and Guardiola walked towards the elevator.

After a few seconds of silence, the room erupted in joyful cheers.

……

In fact, even Batistuta himself didn't know when his obsession with Bayern began. In short, he was happy that they could draw Bayern and got a red card, and his blood was boiling.

Just a few minutes after he shared the good news on various social platforms, Neymar called. Not a video call, but a simple phone call.

He has returned to Barcelona. Batistuta didn't know exactly what time he returned or how he returned. He only knew that his father scolded him for it.

But before he could ask about it, Neymar opened his mouth and said -

"You knew about Bailando, why didn't you tell me? You made me a fool and played me around like a fool. Is that fun?" Wow, so straightforward.

Batty raised an eyebrow and threw the ice pack that was about to melt aside.

"So, what was it?" He didn't answer the question directly. He chose to ask, "There have been many incidents in Bailando. Which one are you referring to?"

Neymar was silent for a while, then asked him again: "Do you remember what happened last night?"

"Are you talking about Ronaldinho? I remember everything, including him saying he was going to sue, the loach pulling the switch, and you taking me away. I remember all these things." Batistuta said in the most concise way, "Thank you, Ney, if you hadn't taken me away, something worse might have happened."

Neymar said that's not the case.

"What happened after that? Do you remember what happened after we got out?" he asked.

"You mean Mikael's phone call? Well, he sent me a bunch of text messages." Barty beat around the bush and didn't tell him what he wanted to hear. "This year's World Youth Championship will be held in South Korea. I haven't been to South Korea yet, but this will ruin our vacation plan. But if you want, you can go to South Korea with me. There should be a lot of fun things there."

"So you don't remember what happened between us?"

"What happened between us?" Batty tried to lead him to speak out. "That brandy was really good. The memory after that is like frosted glass on the window, blurry."

The other end of the phone fell silent again.

Unfortunately, Neymar did not guess Batistuta's intention and he just laughed it off.

"Nothing, I was just testing your drunken memory." The Barcelona striker said in a light tone, "You said about vacation. Yes, I think Korea is not bad. The World Youth Championship should be as simple as a game to you, so we have plenty of time to play."

The topic was changed very successfully, and they quickly began to discuss the details, such as the day of the game, the day of training, and the day they could go out to play.

After hanging up the phone, Batty stared at the empty desktop of his phone in a daze.

About half a minute later, he opened the photo album and selected a celebration photo of his Olympic victory and set it as the desktop. It was a picture of someone hooking his arms around his neck and kissing the gold medal.

When he was done Batty smiled at his new desktop.

Then he reached out and tapped someone's head in the photo.

“Not honest.”

……

In the afternoon, Batistuta went to the club for training as usual. When he was doing weighted shooting to simulate a game situation, Loach ran over from the sidelines and told him another good news.

"I passed my nutritionist qualification exam!" The black boy held his phone in front of Batty. On it was the exam result, with a red "pass" printed on it. "After another two months of internship, I will officially be a nutritionist!"

"Great! I told you that you can pass it." Batty seemed to have forgotten what he said at the beginning and gave Loach two thumbs up. "In other words, you can legally step into the training ground first, right?"

"Yes!" Loach smiled, showing his eight white teeth, and then jumped back and forth on the edge of the training ground, "Look! I came in... I went out again... I'm coming in again now... Ha! I'm going out again! Guess what, no one will stop me!"

As if they were back on the streets of Rio, the two boys burst into laughter.

"You can enter the training ground now, and we'll go back to the previous mode." Batty adjusted the weight belts hanging on his chest and back, and then completed a high-quality shot. "Go! Be a qualified little ball boy and pick up the ball!"

Loach saluted with a grin, "Okay!"

Before he transferred to Manchester City, they had always been like this. When the first-team players were training, someone needed to pick up the balls. Most of the time, this job would fall on the young people in the reserve team. Loach also followed them at that time, but he was only responsible for picking up the ones that Batistuta needed.

Hearing Batistuta's laughter, Aguero, who was doing rehabilitation training next door, came over.

"What happened? You're so happy."

The Argentine star recovered well. Although his leg was still bandaged (not the one Batistuta had drawn), he looked energetic and was not affected by yesterday's party.

"It's Loach's nutritionist qualification certificate," Batty said, "He passed!"

"Congratulations! Now you can go to games with us everywhere, and Pep can't say anything anymore." Aguero bumped fists with Loach, then bent down and took out a few lollipops from his pocket, "Come on, let's celebrate."

The three of them clinked their lollipops together like they were drinking from a cup.

But speaking of lollipops—

After peeling off the candy wrapper, Batistuta put the lollipop into his mouth and thought of De Bruyne.

"Hey, Kun, did you see Kevin today?" He nudged Aguero with his elbow and asked, "Although everyone was doing different training in the afternoon, it seems that I have seen everyone except him."

"Don't you know?" Aguero was a little surprised, "He asked for leave, sick leave."

(End of this chapter)