[Football] Bad Boy Batty

In the second half, Bayern's offensive weakened, while Manchester City's right side gradually opened up, and the offense and defense switched. Now it's time for Bayern to tighten the team.

When Manchester City had more control of the ball, their footwork and passing skills were revealed, and Bayern's weaknesses were magnified. Batistuta avoided direct confrontation with Alaba and Ribery, and instead cut inside to look for the gaps in front of Boateng and behind Alonso, and he succeeded almost every time.

If Neuer hadn't been guarding Bayern's goal, the score wouldn't have been 1-1.

Manchester City soon made a comeback. De Bruyne dribbled the ball through the middle and passed it directly to Batistuta who was on the right side. Boateng retreated in front of the goal. Seeing that Batistuta was about to enter the penalty area, Alonso had to step forward quickly and prepare to foul Batistuta to stop him.

Batistuta was ready for the confrontation, but just as he pedaled twice to change direction and get rid of the opponent, Alonso behind him suddenly fell to the ground holding his thigh. There was no obstruction behind him and there was an open space in front of him. The attention of the Bayern players in front of the goal was distracted again. This was a rare opportunity for a direct shot.

But Batistuta did not choose to shoot, he stopped the ball at his feet.

[beep——]
Someone fell to the ground and the referee stopped the game.

[Eh? Batistuta gave up the chance to expand the score... He went up to ask about Alonso's injury. Well, he is a good player with excellent qualities.] The commentator in the studio praised, [Bayern's team doctor and stretcher went up, and they expressed their gratitude to Batistuta.]

"He must have pulled his thigh tendon when he was chasing you just now. Thank you for pausing the game." Thomas Muller returned to his own backcourt again. He smiled gratefully and then extended his hand to Batistuta.

"You're welcome - it's just a kick, I can shoot anytime." Batty raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, "Are you a socialite? Why are you everywhere?"

Muller didn't understand the words that Batistuta deliberately said in Portuguese, and he showed a puzzled expression, but before he could ask, his teammates behind him urged him to return to his position quickly. He had to smile at Batistuta again, then rubbed Batistuta's hair and turned around and ran back to the frontcourt.

This time, Batistuta still didn't make any comment about his behavior of rubbing his hair. He looked at Muller's back with a look of pity in his eyes.

The person he really wants to defeat on the field is Thomas Muller, the indispensable soul of the German team that beat Barcelona 7-0 and Bayern Munich 7-1 in two rounds. Now his ability has declined.

If we have to blame someone, we can only blame the current Bayern coach Ancelotti for being a fool. He can't use Muller well at all. Letting this guy play as a center forward is much worse than playing as a shadow forward. Not only is his ability to score goals greatly reduced, but his effect on Manchester City's defense is also pitiful.

"Hey, Barty!"

De Bruyne's voice woke Batistuta from his thoughts. He looked over and saw the Belgian midfielder waved to him, then smiled and gave him two thumbs up.

"Well done," De Bruyne said.

Nothing can make people happier than being recognized. Even Batistuta could not deny this. He slightly curled the corners of his mouth and gave De Bruyne a sincere smile.

In the 60th minute of the second half, Bayern midfielder Alonso was injured and Ancelotti was forced to use a substitution, and Kimmich was given the task.

Seeing that the player who was substituted on was an acquaintance who was in the defensive position opposite him, Batistuta took advantage of the gap between his teammates passing the ball to find Kimmich and chat with him.

"We meet again, the guy who yelled at me at the Olympics." Barty approached with a sly smile, "Let me tell you, you couldn't stop me at the Olympics, and you still can't stop me now."

Compared to the awkward situation last time where neither of them could understand each other's speech, this time it was much more harmonious. Batistuta's English with a Brazilian-Portuguese accent was already understandable to most people.

Kimmich had a cold face, and no one knew what he was thinking. He raised his eyelids to glance at Batistuta, then quickly looked away. "I won't let you pass."

Batty's smile deepened. "Then come on, give it a try."

……

Kimmich was still inexperienced after all. Less than 5 minutes later, Batistuta gave him a yellow card and also won a free kick in a good position in the frontcourt.

Neuer yelled at his teammates to form a wall, while Batistuta and De Bruyne stood in front of the penalty spot to discuss.

"Are you sure?" Batty asked, "Just shoot."

"Almost the same," De Bruyne said after observing the position of the wall, "but I think it would be better if we adjusted it."

"Okay, let's do a teamwork. You take the penalty and I'll pass it to you." Just as he finished speaking, Batistuta, who had been watching the wall for a long time, suddenly had an idea. He nudged De Bruyne with his elbow and said, "How about this, Kevin? Let's put on a show and let them think we have a quarrel over who should take the penalty. Then you take the ball unexpectedly. How about that?"

De Bruyne looked over with wide eyes and asked silently.

Batty winked at him. "How's it going?"

After hesitating for a few seconds, the Belgian midfielder suddenly burst out laughing. "No one has done this for many years. Only you can come up with such a weird idea."

He whispered a few words to Batistuta, then agreed. In fact, under De Bruyne's expressionless appearance, he was hiding a sultry and trouble-making heart. He stood a little further away, then frowned.

"We'll start running at the same time, then pretend to collide with each other. I'll hold you and take two steps back. We'll have a few words. When all their attention is drawn, I'll kick you."

Batty instantly understood what he meant and pretended that they had not reached an agreement and stood on the other side. At the same time, he quietly made an 'OK' gesture.

[beep——]
When the whistle sounded, two players in Manchester City jerseys started at the same time, then pushed and shoved each other for the right to serve, and cursed at each other.

It has to be said that Batistuta's trick was too real, even his teammates behind him were deceived. Jesus stepped forward with a serious face and tried to stop them from arguing, and at this moment, De Bruyne took a shot.

【Oh my god, this ball! It went in! Haha, Manchester City played a little trick. Batistuta and De Bruyne pretended to have a disagreement in front of the goal, fooled the wall and the goalkeeper, and scored directly from a free kick! 1-2, Manchester City overtook the score away from home! 】

Everyone on the court was stunned.

You can still play like this!
Especially Jesus, the poor little Jesus was really worried about his two teammates. Of course, after he came to his senses, he ran over and pounced on his teammates, howling.

According to tradition, De Bruyne opened his arms to welcome Batistuta to jump up. At this moment, the heart beat faster than any other time when they were entangled with desire. Batistuta stretched out his legs to clamp his waist to stabilize himself, then stroked his sweat-soaked hair and bent down to kiss him on the forehead.

"What did I say? I will win."

The lights above the Allianz Arena just passed through the gap between the two people, and the picture seemed to be covered with a layer of mystery and piety.

The camera on the sidelines luckily captured this scene, and many years later, it was framed and hung in Manchester City's Hall of Fame. In the next 20 minutes, Kimmich was careless and was tricked by Batistuta and received a second yellow card. Two yellow cards turned into one red card and he was sent off directly. Bayern, who played with 10 players, naturally could not withstand Manchester City's attack.

At the last moment, Batistuta broke through Bayern's entire defense line and used a change of direction to make Boateng recall the fear of being dominated by Messi in the 14-15 season. Even a god like Neuer could only sigh at the ball.

At the end of the game, Bayern lost a crucial battle 1-3 at home.

The Manchester City players were like crazy in the locker room after the game. Three away goals meant that as long as they could stabilize the situation at home, they could secure a place in the semi-finals even if they lost the game (within three goals).
Batistuta was named MVP of the game because he scored 3 goals. At the same time, his goal tally reached 7 goals. If Manchester City can advance to the semi-finals and he can maintain such a terrifying goal efficiency, then he will be the winner of the Champions League Golden Boot this season.

After the game, Kimmich came to him again to exchange jerseys, but this time Batistuta did not agree. He went to Muller to exchange his No. 25 jersey.

When Batistuta returned to the locker room with the exchanged jersey and his MVP trophy, others wanted to lift him up, but under Batistuta's persuasion, they finally lifted Guardiola up.

Guardiola:?
On the return flight, Loach took the seat next to Batistuta. Halfway through the flight, he suddenly came over and whispered, "Since coming to England to join Manchester City, you seem to be getting more and more cheerful, Batistuta."

"Yeah."

Batty responded casually. He didn't move much, still lazily lying on his seat and browsing his phone.

"Yeah." Loach said seriously, "And - I'm very happy to see such a change in you, Boss."

Batty didn't respond. He put down his phone and turned to look out the window.

The white clouds are connected into one piece, and not far away is the blue sky, which is broad, open and beautiful.

Just like his mood.

Batty raised the corners of his mouth.

very nice.

……

After returning to Manchester, Guardiola gave them a whole day off and asked them to return to the club to review the game the next morning. He specifically told Batistuta to follow his daily routine, go to bed early and get up early, and Batistuta readily agreed.

However, when Guardiola saw Batistuta drowsy on Aguero's shoulder during the review the next day, he knew that the little bastard must have not listened to him again.

Of course, Batistuta, who won the game against Bayern and was the MVP, couldn't sleep well. He first woke up Ederson and chatted with him for half the night, then exchanged emoticons with Neymar for several hours, and also met a tough opponent while playing games and played until dawn.

Aguero shook his shoulders a few times, but it was useless. "Pep, look at this--"

Guardiola had no choice but to wave his hand and let Batistuta continue sleeping.

It is only natural that a player like him enjoys certain privileges.

Just as Batty's eyelids were fighting, he suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in his ears and he wanted to fall sideways. The feeling of falling instantly sobered him up.

Batistuta smoothed his hair and looked at Aguero with half-opened eyes, "What's the big deal? Messi went behind your back to find another young Argentine player?"

"No, Batistuta, look!" Aguero was so shocked that he didn't even hear Batistuta's teasing. "Barcelona was defeated again, just now, 5 minutes ago - look at this horrible data, Barcelona had 71% ball possession and 784 passes. In the end, Monaco lost 2-3 at home."

Hearing this, Batistuta perked up. He looked at Guardiola in front of the stage. The head coach had already thought of this and put the game highlights on the big screen in advance.

In a few minutes of video footage, Barcelona's left-wing defense had been penetrated, and the entire screen was filled with the accelerating charge of a Monaco player.

"If nothing unexpected happens, this will be the dark horse of this year." said an assistant coach.

"Well, Mbappe, like Batistuta, is also a right winger, born in 1998, African-French, and his speed is his advantage," said another.

A boy born in 98?

Right winger?
Batty shifted his gaze from the screen to his phone, where he had already seen the news.

"Barcelona lost 2-3 to Monaco at home, Messi scored two goals, Neymar was invisible, and Mbappe shone throughout the game"

Scrolling down, I soon came across Mbappe's photo. The black boy, who looked like a Ninja Turtle and was wearing a Monaco jersey, was looking at the camera with his arms crossed and an arrogant expression.

Tsk, what a decisive blow.

Or a player in the same position as him.

Batty raised the corners of his mouth.

interesting.

(End of this chapter)