[Football] Bad Boy Batty

A week is neither long nor short, and the day of the finals is approaching quickly.

On the morning of June 6, Manchester City players arrived in Cardiff, Wales by plane. After walking on the grass, they conducted a simple training and then returned to the hotel. After a short rest, the time was almost up.

When Batistuta stood in the player tunnel of Cardiff's Millennium Stadium and listened to the deafening cheers of the fans outside, he suddenly realized that he was really standing on the final of the UEFA Champions League.

It feels different from all the usual games.

This time the noise was even louder. There were strangers coming and going around him, some with work IDs, some without, some carrying cameras, some holding microphones. It was a mess all around, as if everyone was speaking a language that Batty couldn't understand.

I was not nervous at all, but at this moment, I suddenly felt a sense of panic for no reason.

Batty turned to the wall of the passage and took a deep breath, then relieved the pressure with a simple jump.

nervous?

No, not possible.

There was no way Batista could be nervous.

At this time, Aguero and Caballero came out of the locker room talking and laughing. Batistuta took a quick look at them. Really, the guy who had been worried many days in advance is now fine.

"Hey, Batistuta." After finishing the conversation with Caballero, Aguero stood in front of Batistuta. He patted the boy's shoulder with his signature smile, "The game is about to start, just tell me."

"tell you what?"

"That's the thing you've been refusing to talk about. Neymar and Kevin came to your house at the same time. What did you do after dinner?" Aguero said. "Why did the media capture Neymar coming out angrily, going to the store and then going back angrily?"

Tsk, it’s this matter again.

Barty rolled his eyes slightly.

Perhaps it was a kind of rebellious psychology. The more they asked, the more he didn't want to tell anyone what happened next.

And now they are about to compete, the timing is really unfriendly.

Seeing that Batistuta didn't answer, Aguero quickly realized something was wrong and patted Batistuta on the back.

"What's wrong? Do you feel sick in your stomach?" He asked jokingly, "Is our fearless little king Batty nervous?"

tension.

This word seemed to have triggered a switch in Batty. He suddenly raised his head and took several extremely deep breaths.

Farting nervousness.

It's just a competition, how can it be scarier than a bullet?
Thinking of this, he soon returned to normal.

"Well, since you want to know so much." Batistuta looked at Aguero with a smile, then slowly leaned into his ear, "We didn't have dinner at all. We ate something else that could supplement protein. Neymar went out because he lost. He was responsible for buying condoms. When he came back, Kevin and I couldn't wait to start."

Aguero's eyes gradually changed from shock to disbelief. Before the game even started, his whole face was already red.

Batty continued with his devilish smile: "The following is paid content, do you really want to listen?"

“Ahhh you can’t do this!” Aguero quickly jumped away, then pointed at Batistuta in shame and anger, “You are making fun of me again, I heard from Kevin that the first half is not what you said!”

Batty ignored him, still wearing that evil Mona Lisa smile.

Five seconds later, he finally succeeded in making Aguero laugh away.

"Humph, I still can't cure you." Batty stuck out his tongue, "I told you to laugh at me."

At this moment, someone came up from behind him and tapped his shoulder cheerfully and lightly with his finger.

Batty looked back.

C Luo gave him an exceptionally healing smile.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

……

At the same time, Neymar took the ticket Batistuta gave him and went to the VIP box at Cardiff Stadium. As soon as he entered, he felt something was wrong. He also took his sister to the family box at Camp Nou. Although it was smaller than here, it shouldn't be as deserted as it is now.

It is impossible for the organizers to give each player an exclusive room, so when the families of the entire team gather in the same place, the lively atmosphere is like Christmas.

"anyone there?"

Neymar asked tentatively at the door, and after waiting for more than ten seconds to make sure no one answered, he walked in with confidence.

Maybe the others haven't arrived yet, he thought.

There are two sofas and two conference tables in the box. There is a high-definition broadcast screen on the wall. There is also a small bar on the left side connected to the exclusive seats on the stands. But for some reason, there are a lot of rum, tequila and cherries on it, as if it was specially prepared for someone.

Neymar came to the glass and the fans had already entered. Cardiff Millennium Stadium can accommodate 7.5 fans to watch the game on site. The blue belonging to Manchester City and the white belonging to Real Madrid will almost be seen divided into two.

However, Manchester City drew the home team in the pre-match draw, so today Real Madrid players will wear purple away jerseys.

Taking a quick look at the Manchester City fan area, Neymar was quickly attracted by several huge banners, which showed Batistuta celebrating on De Bruyne's back, with the words "Born To Win" written below.

He stared at Batistuta's smiling face for a few seconds and then smiled too, but as his gaze fell on De Bruyne's face below, the smile on Neymar's mouth disappeared instantly.

Who knows how long this guy has been plotting against Batty.

But he basically can't do anything to the other party, because they are teammates. Although he and Batistuta are also teammates, in this case, club teammates have much more time to spend together than national team teammates.

and……

I don't know who said that teammates who have been together for a long time have an extra layer of bond than others. Looking at the banner with the two of them printed on it, Neymar became more and more angry, and finally turned around and went back to the box, thinking that out of sight, out of mind.

He turned on the live TV and went to the bar to pour himself a glass of high-end-looking tequila, but after taking just one sip he no longer wanted to touch the glass.

"Who on earth is this thing prepared for?"

Neymar muttered a few words and looked at the broadcast screen. The picture went from the stands to the player tunnel. Batistuta was chatting with his opponent Cristiano Ronaldo. One of them was wearing a sky blue jersey and the other was dark purple. The camera circled around them. The two found the cameraman and waved to the camera together. The picture looked damn harmonious.

So Neymar was once again occupied by sadness.

"Buddy, Buddy, what shall I do with you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone opened the door of the box. Neymar subconsciously turned around to say hello, but when he saw who it was, he was stunned.

The visitor soon noticed Neymar. He took off his sunglasses and blinked his blue eyes, which were very similar to Batistuta's.

"Hi, hello, I'm Edmundo, the godfather of baby Batistuta, and you are Neymar? My dear godson's boyfriend?"

……

In the player tunnel, Ronaldo smiled friendly at Batistuta.

“To be honest, I didn’t expect to see you here,” he said. “I mean – this is your first season in Europe, isn’t it?”

The Real Madrid superstar got a new hairstyle today. It is no longer a slicked-back hairdo fixed with heavy hairspray, but a ramen-style hairdo with small curls, which makes him look a lot younger.

Batistuta raised an eyebrow at him: "I didn't expect to see you here, Chris, and what I meant was that Real Madrid's recent form is not very good, is it?"

"Yeah, winning and losing are common on the court." Ronaldo admitted generously, and then he touched his chin, "Soon, in 90 minutes, I will let you know who is the best club of the 21st century."

"Don't be too sure, maybe 120 minutes, maybe 130 minutes." Batistuta no longer has any nervousness, he can make jokes about overtime or penalties. "Speaking of clubs, you haven't given up recommending Real Madrid to me yet, you almost didn't keep it a secret on the last show."

Speaking of this, Ronaldo almost lost his temper and touched his nose uncomfortably.

"That was an accident," he said. "If it happens again, at least remind me at the beginning so I know what to say and what not to say."

Batty's smile deepened. "So what do you think should be said and what shouldn't be said?"

Tsk.

C Ronaldo half squinted his eyes and looked at Batistuta.

I almost forgot that this boy is not as innocent as he looks.

"Smile!"

At this time, the broadcast camera came towards them. Batty patted his shoulder and signaled him to turn around. The two waved at the camera. After receiving a thumbs-up from the cameraman, the camera turned away.

Ronaldo wanted to say something, but Ramos' arrival cut off the possibility of their continued communication.

"Stop chatting, Chris. That kid is our opponent." The Real Madrid captain pushed his superstar twice to signal him to return to the team. "I have never questioned your professionalism. When you are on the court, don't let your eyes follow the opponent."

Ramos spoke standard Spanish. As someone living in a Portuguese-speaking area, Batistuta should have been able to understand 60 to 70 percent of what he said. However, the other party spoke too fast and it was not quiet around him, so Batistuta hardly understood a word.

But.

Sergio Ramos.

The iron-blooded captain of Real Madrid.

Batistuta smiled with interest again and walked up to pat Ramos on the back.

"Huh?" Ramos gave him a fierce look, "What?"

"I heard from Neymar that you tackled very aggressively," Batistuta said, deliberately slowing down his speech. "You can't tackle me. I promise you, if you dare to come to the wing to help me later, I will dribble you into a sieve."

After making the harsh remarks, Batistuta turned around and returned to the Manchester City team.

"Huh? You kid——" Ramos opened his eyes wide and looked at the arrogant back. He turned around and patted Ronaldo in surprise, "Is he saying he wants to pass me through a sieve, right?"

Ronaldo smiled helplessly: "He is provoking you, Sergio, don't get carried away, the red card is fatal."

"I'm getting ahead of myself? Don't even think about it. He wants to pass me." Ramos gave Batistuta a thumbs up, then suddenly turned it around and pointed it downwards. "Sese won't give him a chance. Just wait and see."

With 8 minutes left before the start of the game, under the guidance of the referee team, players from both teams led their caddies into the venue.

For security reasons, the roof of Cardiff's Millennium Stadium was closed today.

This allowed the Champions League theme song to echo in the closed stadium.

Batty ruffled the caddy's hair and looked toward the box in the distance. A familiar figure appeared clearly on the glass.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

The heartbeat can be clearly heard in my ears.

finals.

He is ready.

(End of this chapter)