[Football] Bad Boy Batty

More than 80 minutes into the second half, Mikael was still shouting meaningless words on the sidelines. He had no intention of changing tactics, but the fans knew that the Brazilian team was beginning to lean towards offense because the players' attitudes began to change.

From an intuitive point of view, Brazil's entire back line was almost raised to the midfield line, and the South African players were forced to retreat significantly, leaving only one striker standing alone in front.

Such sharp high-pressure makes it hard not to remind people of the Bayern team that slaughtered Barcelona three years ago (Bayern defeated Barcelona 12-13 in two rounds of the 7-0 Champions League). However, the visual impact brought by the Brazilian players is not as strong as that of the Germans. The Brazilian team on the field now is more like a combination of peak Spain and peak Germany.

If this is still not clear, then let me describe it this way. This Brazilian team is exactly what Guardiola (former Barcelona head coach) dreamed of when he went to Bayern.

[It's changed! Brazil's attack has become more fierce! 】

Batistuta's breakthroughs were still fierce, but his aura had changed. Although he did not show it, after each breakthrough he could recall Neymar's kindness, and synchronized with the shouts of his teammates in reality, so he finally passed the ball at the first time when he had no good chance.

"What the hell!"

Batistuta panicked the moment he kicked the ball, he knew that the pass was not good.

It was clear the moment his foot touched the ball. Everything seemed to go into slow motion in Batistuta's eyes. He could see the South African defenders standing in a row, with ridiculously large gaps, and he passed the ball like a piece of shit.

【coming! 】

Batistuta's heart was beating fast. Right in front of him, Neymar completely covered up his mistake with his superb ball-stopping skills. The ball stopped steadily on Neymar's feet, and the Barcelona superstar made a volley shot.

[The ball goes in! Oh—the ball goes in! The first goal of this Olympic men's football game has finally been scored!] The commentator jumped up from his seat excitedly, and a drawn-out audio feedback sound appeared at the scene.

"So handsome! He's so handsome! I can't help but scream!" The red-cheeked female fan screamed loudly after saying this, "Go! Show them some color!"

"Of course!" Her boyfriend was equally excited. Just when he was about to shout out the name of Neymar, the scorer, he saw his girlfriend jump on a chair, waving her jersey and shouting -

"B-ti!"

Her boyfriend's expression froze on his face.

With this as the background, Batistuta finally showed his first smile since he came on the court. Then he opened his arms and hugged Neymar who rushed over.

……

After barely beating South Africa 1-0 thanks to Neymar's goal, several players were stopped by reporters outside the stadium for interviews.

Batistuta was originally the focus of attention, but he really didn't want to answer out-of-scope questions like those about his father, so he pushed Neymar onto the reporters and ran back to the locker room. Neymar, who was supposed to be interviewed as the captain, almost sweared in front of the camera.

The synchronized images were transmitted to the other side of the ocean without a delay of several seconds. Behind a large high-definition screen, a Middle Eastern man sat leisurely on a rattan chair holding a wine glass. Against the backdrop of the luxurious bedroom and carpet, he seemed to be quite interested in the players on the screen. He picked up the wine glass, and eight of his ten fingers were wearing gorgeous rings, sparkling with expensive light.

If someone observes carefully, they will find that this man is actually a member of the UAE royal family, but not just a member. He is the current Deputy Prime Minister and Minister of Presidential Affairs of the UAE, and Chairman of the Board of Directors of the Central Bank.

And most importantly, he is the owner of the new Premier League giant Manchester City, Mansour.

After the players disappeared from the live broadcast in front of him, the man picked up the remote control and rewound the video back to the game.

"What a pretty good kid." Mansour was quite satisfied with Batistuta's performance. He stretched his shoulders, picked up his mobile phone and called someone.

"Dear Berrada, are you watching the Olympics? I have an idea that will help us win countless championships and countless money in the future." He said, "Who is it? Come on, don't tell me you didn't watch the Olympics in Brazil... Yes, the match between Brazil and South Africa is being broadcast right in front of me."

The Middle Eastern tycoon picked up another bunch of grapes. He stared at the paused picture on the screen, and the brown-skinned boy had a defiant look in his eyes.

"Yes, that Batista, I want him."

……

The atmosphere in the Brazilian Olympic team's locker room was not very good. Perhaps because they were suppressed throughout the entire game and only scored one goal at the end, several players seemed to dislike each other.

Batty silently raised his eyebrows and walked to his locker door. He was still annoyed because he didn't start, so he couldn't get involved. If Batty got involved in something, it would soon escalate into a fight.

Jesus came over and said, "Hey Batistuta!"

He had just decided to transfer to Manchester City in the Premier League next summer, and just a minute ago he received an urgent call from his agent, who told him clearly that Manchester City had great interest in Batistuta.

Jesus, who is called Little Jesus by the fans, was inevitably nervous. As a teammate who trained with Batista, he naturally knew Batistuta's strength. Their positions overlapped slightly, and if they both went to Manchester City, they would inevitably be in a competitive relationship.

"That was a great pass," Jesus said.

In any case, he hopes to establish a good relationship with Batistuta first so that it won't be too awkward when they compete directly in the future.

But Batistuta is not someone who is easy to talk to. He gave Jesus a strange look and said, "Were you not on the court just now? I missed the ball."

Jesus was choked back, his face full of embarrassment.

At this time, defender Augusto seemed to have found a companion. There are always gossipers like him in the locker room who always prick up their ears to listen to what others say.

He slammed the cabinet door shut and then fired at Jesus without mercy.

"Bati is right. How could you not know since you were the starter? You missed a great opportunity in the first half. How could you miss such an opportunity? I can only say that you were too wasteful. I often couldn't find anyone when I passed the ball." Jesus did not make any excuses. It was obvious that he was also very upset about missing the opportunity.

Batty glanced at Augusto and didn't give him face either. "That's what you think. Don't take me with you."

Compared with the friendly Jesus, Batistuta had a worse impression of Augusto. If Batistuta just did not respond to Jesus's words, then facing Augusto's provocative words, Batistuta would choose to fight back.

Augusto's positioning was terrible during the paddling training match. Batistuta didn't understand his positioning on the bench in the first half.

But before Batistuta could open his mouth to criticize Augusto, someone else couldn't help but speak up.

"Are you kidding me, Augusto?" Midfielder Caoi leaned against the cabinet door with full of sarcasm. "You are talking about others, but I want to ask you, did you do anything else on the field besides messing with our defenders? I don't know what the coach was thinking that he didn't replace you. You couldn't organize the team, and when you returned to defense, you were so slow that you couldn't even get into position."

Yes, Batty thought so too.

Jesus saw that the situation was not right and wanted to step forward to resolve it, but Batistuta pulled his arm and made him sit on a chair in the locker room. Jesus looked at Batistuta in panic, but Batistuta just stretched out his finger and touched his lips. "Watch."

Augusto was furious. He swung the towel and walked towards Caoi, "What did you say?"

"You heard what I said. Do you want me to say it again? If it wasn't for Neymar's goal, we would have ended up with a draw. Do I have to say that it's all your fault then?" Caoi said nonchalantly. He stood face to face with Augusto. "You've been pampered playing football in China, right? No one will pamper you when you come back here."

"You fucking bastard!" Augusto rushed over. If this wasn't a football locker room, it would have the feel of street WWE (free fighting).

Augusto grabbed Caoi's hair and slammed him against the locker. The noise of the fight made the locker room a mess. Caoi didn't wait, he hugged Augusto and pushed him hard. Jesus continued to panic, but he couldn't stand up because of Batistuta's obstruction.

Jesus shook off Batistuta's hand and said in panic: "Why are you stopping me? They are fighting!"

"Whoever plays at this time will get hurt." Batty said calmly: "I've seen too much before."

Jesus was stunned. He remembered what Barbosa said before, that Batistuta grew up in a gang in the slums. Jesus looked at Batistuta with a complicated look.

"Don't look at me like that," Batistuta rolled his eyes as if he knew what Jesus was going to say next. "This is totally unnecessary. Besides--"

Batty finally couldn't bear it anymore, he had to speak his mind.

The boy looked towards the center of the chaos with a mocking expression, and said with great disdain: "They all kicked each other like shit, what's there to blame each other for."

The entire locker room was silent for a moment.

Everyone looked at Batistuta, including Augusto and Caoi, who were pulling each other by the collar.

Augusto frowned fiercely and looked at Batty: "What the hell did you just say?"

Jesus tried desperately to stop Batistuta, but he failed.

"I say," Batty stood up with his arms folded in a haughty manner. His wet hair was sticking to his scalp and he looked much more angular than usual. "You kicked like..."

[clang]

Batty was interrupted by the sound of a door opening, and Ederson emerged from the shower, looking around like a bewildered civilian who had strayed into a gang scene.

"Uh...what did I miss?" Edson asked carefully. He was only wearing shorts and his upper body was emitting heat.

Batty glanced at him, "In fact, I haven't even started yet, you just caught up."

The warm-skinned boy prepared to continue talking. At that moment, Ederson's brain was working fast, and he suddenly understood the tense situation in the locker room. Ederson, who was on the bench with Batistuta in the first half, knew that the kid couldn't say anything good, so he didn't even wipe his hair, and quickly went over to cover Batistuta's mouth with his long legs.

The result was still a step slower.

"I say, we both kicked ass, there's nothing to blame each other for."

Ederson dived on Batistuta, missing his mouth by a step, and the substitute goalkeeper was momentarily unhappy with his own ability to make the save.

Batty didn't care much. He pushed Ederson away and stood up, still looking disdainful.

"Everyone seemed so powerful and a superstar, but what was the result? The five-star Brazilian men's Olympic football team only won 1-0 against a team that hadn't participated in the Olympics for many years and was almost tied." Batistuta mocked mercilessly.

Ederson slapped his head, and the locker room was in chaos.

The locker room was quiet, totally unlike the Brazilian team's locker room.

Batty glanced around with a mocking smile.

Very good. Very fucking good.

No one is facing their own problems.

(End of this chapter)