[Football] Bad Boy Batty

There was a small incident when the game was going on for 35 minutes. Batistuta followed up with a shot from the middle, but the ball didn't go in, but he did.

This was a cross pass from Jesus, which was a little too far. Batistuta accelerated desperately to catch up with the ball. Ribery returned to the goal and cleared the ball first, but Batistuta could no longer stop. He lost his balance and fell backwards, then rushed into the net with a sliding tackle.

"Oh shit—"

Batty was almost flipped over in the net, his legs curled up and his knees touched the tip of his nose. He felt like a basketball stuck in the basket.

[Haha! Batistuta didn't brake in time and crashed into the goal.] The commentator smiled and explained to the audience, [He must have been thinking, how nice it would be if the ball could come in with him.]

The fans behind Bayern's goal were not very friendly. They laughed at Batistuta who was trapped in the net, and some even used dirty words. It turns out that every team has low-quality football hooligans.

Neuer raised his hand to stop them, then stepped forward to help.

"Are you okay?" Bayern's goalkeeper reached out to Batistuta. "Don't move yet. I'll hold you down. Then you can get up. Otherwise, it will be hard to exert force."

He was right. It was indeed not easy to get out by himself with half of his body hanging in the air and being hung on the net. Batty grabbed his hand and was about to thank him when he slipped and sat back down.

However, his butt didn't fall to the ground because another Bayern player appeared and caught him.

"Look what we caught? A mermaid!" Thomas Muller joked with a grin. "Don't sit here any longer. You won't be able to have a baby if you keep sitting here."

It seems that the teammates were right, this guy's chattering can be a bit annoying sometimes.

Batty stood up and brushed off the grass debris on his body, then looked at Muller with a raised eyebrow: "Aren't you a striker? What are you doing here?"

"What's wrong with being a striker? You have such a limited thinking." Muller rubbed Batistuta's hair carelessly.

Neuer rolled his eyes and stretched out his hand to push Muller to the front. "He said no, and I said it's okay, go back quickly, or Ancelotti will scold you again."

Being disliked and abandoned by the head coach this season did not affect Muller's optimism. He waved goodbye to Batistuta and ran back to the frontcourt.

"You should go back quickly too." Neuer also imitated Muller and rubbed Batistuta's hair, but he was not so lucky. Batistuta slapped his hand away and bared his teeth at him.

Looking at the back of the opponent's young player, the Bayern goalkeeper raised his eyebrows.

#They are both touching hair, why is there such a big difference?
#Does this kid prefer Mueller or something?
Soon the referee came over and found a big hole in the net caused by Batistuta's shoe studs. He used a headset to call the stadium staff to perform emergency repairs, and it took a while to fix it.

This resulted in the two teams having 7 minutes of extra time after the end of the first half.

However, in these 7 minutes, the joyful atmosphere on the field disappeared and the smell of gunpowder became strong.

In the 47th minute, Ribery's shot in the penalty area was blocked by Stones with his shoulder, and the famous Italian referee Rizzoli pointed to the penalty spot. He penalized Stones for handball foul and gave Bayern a penalty.

Of course Manchester City's defenders were not happy with this and they stepped forward to surround the referee.

"That wasn't a handball! It was a shoulder hit, he blocked it with his shoulder!"

"Sir! You have to ask the baseline referee, he can see it clearly!"

"He (Ribery) did it on purpose! He kicked John (Stones) in the arm! He deserves a red card!"

The referee followed Fernandinho's advice, but after consulting with the baseline referee he said he had made no mistake and upheld the original decision.

Batistuta, who had been wandering in the frontcourt and the wing, did not see clearly what happened. He only knew that it was an attack by Bayern, and then he saw the referee's penalty gesture.

He went to De Bruyne and asked, "Who handballed?"

"Stones." De Bruyne was obviously suppressing his anger, "He didn't stretch out his hand, the ball clearly hit him a little below the shoulder."

If this happened under normal circumstances, Batty would have exploded.

But he felt good today, and even the penalty kick, he thought was no problem.

Sure enough, Vidal took the penalty kick and Caballero was fully prepared in front of the goal. As a result, the Chilean midfielder kicked the ball into the stands.

Everyone in Manchester City breathed a sigh of relief.

"Look, what's theirs is theirs, and what's not theirs—" Batty patted De Bruyne's chest to reassure him, then hooked his neck and kissed his face, while drawing out the ending sound in his ear, "—you can't take it away even if you want to."

De Bruyne smiled and calmed down.

But it seemed that the goddess of victory was not on their side in the first half. At the end of the extra time, just as the referee blew the whistle, Batistuta went to the middle to fight for the ball, but was accidentally stepped on the instep by Thiago and fell to the ground on the spot.

And the worst thing is that this was not a foul, although Batistuta was indeed injured. After questioning Batistuta, the referee called the medical team on standby on the sidelines to come up.

The ball just now was a back pass from Bayern, and Vidal passed it a little too far. If Batistuta had gotten the ball, there would not be any defensive players behind him so he could turn around directly and it would have been a threatening shot, so Thiago had to poke the ball away before Batistuta received it.

Football is such an elegant yet violent sport.

Thiago, who is also a Latin speaker, felt a little guilty. He stepped forward and patted Batistuta on the shoulder, "Are you okay?"

"If I were fine, would I be sitting here? What are those two eyes of yours for?" Batistuta replied in a bad tone. He was in a good mood today, but not so good that he could smile at someone who stepped on his foot. He rolled his eyes at Thiago and was helped to stand up by the Manchester City team doctor. "Hey! Mr. Referee, he committed a foul, he should be given a free kick!"

Rizzoli shook his head. "Sorry, kid, no foul, and I blew the halftime whistle," he said. "Go back and get some spray. Three minutes into the 15 minutes."

Batty almost couldn't help rolling his eyes at the referee.

Fortunately, his mentality has not changed and he still believes that they can win this game.

With the help of the team doctor, Batistuta returned to the locker room. He refused to let them take him into the single room for the injured and insisted on staying in the outside space like everyone else. The team doctors could do nothing about him but move out a bed for him to lie on and then spray him with pain-relieving spray.

The spray was cool and fragrant. Batty leaned back on the bed, swinging his legs and humming a song.

"How can you laugh like that, little brat!" Aguero glared at Batistuta and flicked his forehead. "We are behind, and you have an injury on your foot. Did you hit your head in the first half? You are not in the right state of mind."

Batistuta rubbed his forehead and smiled brightly at Aguero. "I'm in a good mood today, no reason, I'm just in a good mood," he said. "And I just feel like I can score a goal. If I don't score in the first half, there's still the second half. 1-0 is nothing. It won't be a problem for them to win 2-0."

Aguero was stunned. He looked at De Bruyne, and the Belgian midfielder shrugged at him, obviously he didn't know why.

"You just hit your head," Aguero said firmly. "Tell them to check you out when we get back to Manchester."

Batistuta made a face at him, then picked up a ball of muscle sticker on the ground and threw it at him. Aguero dodged it, and the ball just hit the head of the head coach who was angrily looking for the referee to reason with him but was pushed back. Coincidentally, the muscle sticker was still sticky, and the blue ball stayed on Guardiola's bald head. At first glance, it looked like a weird gourd.

The locker room was silent at first, and then erupted into laughter that broke through the ceiling.

Batistuta laughed so hard that the whole bed was shaking. Sterling fell directly to the ground, holding his stomach and rolling around. Even the coaching staff and the team doctor were laughing. Arteta even turned around and put his hand on the shoulder of another assistant coach. His shoulders kept shaking, obviously because he was trying to hold back his laughter.

Guardiola: …

This is really outrageous. There seems to be no sign of backwardness.

However, this also made him feel relieved in his heart. He was grateful for Batistuta's presence, otherwise the bad atmosphere in the locker room during the halftime break would have greatly affected his condition in the second half.

Guardiola took off the muscle tape on his head, looked at everyone with a warning, and then came to Batistuta, "How's your foot?"

Batty raised his foot and waved it in front of the head coach.

"It's OK, not affected at all," he said with a smile, "and thanks to his kick, I found Bayern's gap."

Guardiola's eyebrows jumped. "What did you say?"

"I said..." Batty deliberately dragged out the ending tone, then patted the coach's arm hanging by his side in a soothing manner, "Just wait for me to score a goal."

……

In the second half, no one expected Manchester City to score so quickly.

Batty fulfilled his promise to the head coach.

Just now, before going on the court, he secretly told De Bruyne his plan, "Their division of labor between defenders and defensive midfielders is not clear. The position in front of Boateng and behind Alonso is where Thiago stepped on me. It's very obvious." He said quickly, "We will kick off from the center circle later. Don't think about anything. Just pass the ball to that point and I will be there."

De Bruyne thought about it for a moment and nodded in agreement.

So just like that, just 45 seconds into the second half, Manchester City quickly equalized the score against Bayern and also scored a valuable away goal.

"You are such a genius!" Sterling excitedly ran all the way from the left to hug Batistuta. He pushed De Bruyne aside, hugged Batistuta's head and gave him a loud kiss. "Oh my God, I can't believe it. You scored a goal before I even got into position!"

“Go ahead, let me get some luck too.” Jesus pushed Sterling aside and squeezed in front of Batistuta, “Score a goal away from home. This way, even if we don’t score in the next games, we will still advance to the semi-finals with the advantage of away goals!”

Batistuta looked up from among his excited teammates and looked at De Bruyne from a distance, and then they both laughed.

"1-1, we're just getting started." The young man raised his head, like a king drawing his sword and leading a charge, and pointed to Bayern's goal, "Keep going."

(End of this chapter)