[Football] Bad Boy Batty

On June 6, Brazil faced Vietnam in their first match of the World Youth Championship. Barty was right, even if he fooled around with someone for three days and gave up a leg, he could still beat his opponent.

This may seem disrespectful, but -

It is obvious that Batty is not on the same level as others. He sees further and thinks more. Most of the time, not only opponents, but even teammates can't keep up with his pace.

So he had to retreat deep to get the ball, and then advance all the way from the backcourt to the frontcourt to score a goal. There were a few times when the screen clearly showed that he celebrated without even looking at the ball after shooting. This was a natural arrogance and self-confidence.

The stadium where the two teams played today was not very big, and could accommodate about 3 spectators. However, due to the appearance of Batistuta, the entire stands were packed with spectators, and even the aisles were full of people.

I don't know how they got in or whether they bought tickets. If all of them are counted, then no matter whether the Brazilian team wins the championship or not, there will be a considerable income in the end.

Mikael watched his team score goals with a smile on his face on the sidelines, and was extremely grateful to himself for making the decision to bring in Batistuta as the team's front man a few months ago.

Although this kid is very troublesome and coaching him is equivalent to shortening one's life, but——

Ah, look, Batistuta scores again.

It was also a very spectacular rainbow dribble and cross-foot goal. I have to say that watching him play football is really a pleasure. His playing style is not as penetrating as Ronaldo's, nor is it as fast-changing as Messi's. Batistuta has his own unique style of playing football, which is pleasing to the eye. Detective football can be played like this.

Of course, a goal that looks amazing to the spectators may not look so amazing to the opponents on the field.

Batistuta got the ball again and was fiercely tackled by the Vietnamese team.

He can effortlessly get past the opponent's midfield and backcourt, and can easily get rid of the tackles of one, two, or even three defenders, but when half the team is rushing towards him, he is inevitably affected.

Batistuta was brought down on the wing, and the Vietnamese defender twisted his nose as if he had finally gotten rid of his anger. Normally Batistuta would not let the opponent go in this situation, but this time, someone stood up for him.

Richarlison Andrade, from Atletico Mineiro in the Brazilian Serie A, plays as a forward.

In this game, he was arranged at the center position. Although he is a forward, he has the heart of an iron-blooded defender. He can always be seen making fierce steals in the frontcourt and making a lot of small moves, often harassing the opponent's back line.

And most importantly - he regards Batty as an idol.

No, using the word idol is not enough to describe him, his original words were – “Batista is a beacon for every slum kid.”

In fact, he is two years older than Batistuta.

"Hey! What do you want to do to Batty, you bastard? How dare you sneak up on him from behind!"

Before Batistuta climbed up from the grass, Richarlison had already run over to confront the opposing defender. He couldn't understand what the man was saying and just kept questioning him. His beast-like aura made the opponent dare not confront him.

Batty watched from the side, with the corners of his mouth raised and admiration in his eyes.

See? This is the kind of bloodiness that Brazilian players should have.

In the end, Brazil defeated Vietnam 9-0 (U20). Batistuta scored 6 goals by himself. Then when it was almost 70 minutes, he felt bored and gestured to Mikael to make a substitution. The rest of the goals were scored by Richarlison and another young player Vinicius.

After the game, Batistuta tried to be a good captain. Although he came off after just 60 minutes, it didn't matter.

"Very good, everyone did a great job today." Batty clapped his hands and returned to the locker room. He high-fived everyone. "Keep it up, we will be the ones standing on the final podium!"

The ages of the Brazilian U20 players range from 16 to 20 years old, but most of them play football in Brazil. For them, Batistuta, who has made his mark in the Brazilian Serie A and the Premier League and then shined internationally, is an object of admiration.

Among them, Richarlison responded most enthusiastically.

"Bati is right! Other teams are no match for us!" He took off his shirt and swung it in his hands, leading the others to join in, "Five more games! In half a month, we will be the champions!"

Songs were playing in the locker room, and the dancing gene flowing in the blood of Brazilians became active again. A group of young men began to twist their bodies and enjoy the joy brought by the big victory. Even Mikael and members of the coaching staff joined in.

The first to leave was Batistuta, because Neymar came to the locker room from the stands. They hugged each other at the door for a while, then Batistuta packed up his things, said hello to Mikael and left the stadium.

This was a privilege that Neymar had previously enjoyed in the Olympic team, and now Batistuta has it too.

After Batistuta left, Richarlison became less passionate. Vinicius, who was next to him, noticed this and nudged him with his elbow, asking in confusion: "Why do you always follow Batistuta? We can still have fun even if he leaves."

Richarlison shook his head in a rather mysterious manner, "You don't understand."

"You act like you're a crazy fan, Rich." Vinicius curled his lips. He now plays for Santos and hears about Batistuta everywhere. He also thinks that Batistuta is really strong, but not to the point of worship. "I remember he was younger than you. He was still playing street ball when you entered the football school."

"It has nothing to do with that." Richarlison waved his hand. He sat down in front of the cabinet, drank a sip of water and said to Vinicius: "Like Batistuta, I came from the slums."

Vinicius realized that this was not an ordinary reason, so he stopped talking and nodded and listened quietly.

"My family was very poor. My mother had to take care of five children and could not afford to pay for my football school. I made up the money by selling ice cream and washing cars." He seemed a little sad when talking about his family's experience. "Once I came back from school and played football with others on the road. I didn't know how I ran to the territory of drug dealers. It happened that the district boss came to inspect that day. Several guns were pointed at my head. I was scared."

Vinicius exclaimed in a low voice: "And then what happened?"

"Luckily Batistuta went there to find one of his godfathers, otherwise... if he hadn't been there, it might not be me sitting next to you today," Richarlison said with emotion. "The result was good in the end. The godfather was happy to see Batistuta and gave me a roll of money to buy me some sneakers."

Vinicius didn't know much about the people living in the slums. He sighed and patted Richarlison on the shoulder to comfort him. "What about Batistuta? He doesn't seem to be very familiar with you."

"I was nothing at that time. I didn't even dare to look up when I was taken into the house. It's normal that he doesn't remember me." Although he said so, Vinicius still heard regret in his tone.

"It doesn't matter. He doesn't remember, but I do." Richarlison said as he stood up, stretched, and pushed Vinicius' head. "Go take a shower, idiot, or you won't be able to get a good shower head later!"

……

Batistuta followed Neymar back to the hotel. Instead of returning to his own room, he took his things and went directly to the suite Neymar booked upstairs, which was brighter and more spacious.

Of course, the bathrooms are more luxurious too.

Batty was half lying in the square bathtub, his squinting eyes showing his owner's good mood. He felt the massaging effect of the bottom, stirred the water to make a lot of bubbles, and then took out the little yellow duck and the submarine to simulate the scene of them fighting for dozens of rounds.

There is a half circle of burnt candles next to the bathtub, with some petals scattered around. Against this background, the battle between the little yellow duck and the submarine feels strangely incongruous.

This was his and Neymar's masterpiece the day before yesterday. It started when a pair of IG influencers showed their love on a live broadcast, and they thought they could do better, so they prepared all this carefully.

It was a wonderful experience, but when it was over, no one was too lazy to clean up and restore the bathroom, so we just left it that way.

"You've been in there for almost 40 minutes, Batistuta baby." Neymar pushed the door open and teased, "I can't think of any other reasons except fainting and growing a mermaid's tail."

"Don't worry, if I could have a tail, I would show it to you first." He lazily replied, then he lifted up the little yellow duck and turned to the direction of Neymar at the door and squeezed it, "Want to come and watch the 25th round of the submarine vs. the little yellow duck? They are evenly matched now."

Neymar thought about it and nodded.

"I'd like to know how a duck can fight a submarine on equal terms." He squatted down next to the bathtub and watched the battle escalate with a serious face. "Did you help the duck cheat? Otherwise, how could it beat a submarine?"

"No." Batistuta slapped the water surface maliciously, and the splashed water soaked Neymar halfway. Then he reached out and handed the submarine over, "You take control, so you will know that my little yellow duck does not need to cheat at all."

Neymar sweetly cursed a few words of "little bastard" and then took off his clothes and sat in the bathtub.

It turns out that the little yellow duck is indeed evenly matched with the submarine.

Two hours after the war ended, they finally came out wearing bathrobes, and the topics of their arguments turned to strange things, such as whether there are Godzilla and sea monsters in the world, and who would be stronger if they met.

As for what they actually did during those two hours, that is something only the bathtub, the yellow duck and the submarine know.

……

After coming out of the bathroom, the two moved to the big bed. Batistuta lay on Neymar's legs and counted how many condoms they had left, while Neymar leaned against the head of the bed and used a hair dryer to blow his hair.

It feels so good. Neymar looked at the light-colored hair running through his fingers, condemning himself for not making it clear earlier, while hoping that time would pass more slowly.

"Are we using it that fast? There's still half a month until the final. At this rate, they won't last until that day." Batty complained hoarsely, "What should we do, Ney? Are you willing to reduce the number of times?"

Neymar put down the hair dryer and asked, "Would you like to?"

"I don't want to." Batty answered decisively.

"Then I don't want to either," Neymar said. "Don't worry, we can buy new ones."

According to the sizes here in Korea, he might have to buy an XXL size. Even though there is no actual increase in size, it still makes him feel confident.

"Oh, you're really smart." Batty slowed down his speech and complimented him insincerely, "Why didn't I think of that?"

He threw away the few remaining black cubes, lifted his legs and swung happily.

The kiss during the act is mesmerizing, but the tenderness afterward is equally magical.

A few minutes later, Batistuta came up with a new way to pass the time. He pulled open Neymar's bathrobe and slowly traced the tattoo on his thigh with his fingers, as if he was going to do it again along the lines.

"That's beautiful," he said. "What do you think about me getting some tattoos?"

"If you like, I can introduce you to a tattoo artist." Neymar said, "We can also tattoo the same pattern with meaning, such as -"

Olympic championship medal, that was the first championship they won together.

"Like tattooing each other's portraits on your body? Look - your sister's face, your mother's face, and your father's eyes. My friend, you really like to do this." Batistuta changed his posture and teased. He searched for tattoos on Neymar's body, and most of the tattoos he saw were related to family and faith. "I remember you tattooed one for Bruna. What was it? Where is it? Why can't I find it?"

This is as unfriendly as mentioning her ex-boyfriend in front of her current girlfriend, but Batty said it very naturally and without any hesitation.

"We have broken up, that sentence doesn't mean anything." Neymar resisted Batistuta's action of flipping him to find the tattoo and said, "I don't really want to wash it off. It has nothing to do with feelings. I just think it doesn't look good. If you don't like it, I can wash it off."

Batty stopped and knelt on the bed, looking over with strange eyes.

"Why do you think I don't like your tattoos and want you to wash them off? Every tattoo represents an experience of yours and it's something very precious." He said, "I also have a tattoo, which means that I have defeated death. Even if no one likes it, I will not wash it off." Oh, these are two completely different concepts.

Neymar had a headache and wondered whether he should be glad that Batistuta didn't mind his past relationship or be sad that Batistuta didn't care about it at all.

But before he figured it out, Batistuta's interest had shifted to his calf, where a tattoo of a slum and a little boy holding a football in front of it was seen.

Neymar took out his phone and took a picture of the boy lying on his legs, then posted it online.

Sometimes being too open and bold may not attract attention. On the contrary, the more cautious you are, the easier it is to make mistakes.

……

Batistuta continued to outline the tattoos on Neymar's body with his fingers. He is not a fanatic fan of tattoos and does not like the kind of tattoos that are so dense that no skin space is left. The ones on Neymar's body perfectly hit a certain point in his heart (commonly known as xp). There are many types, a little messy, very beautiful, and do not give people a cramped feeling.

The most fatal thing is the hands.

The tattoo on his hand was very, very, very much to his liking.

Batistuta changed his posture and pulled Neymar's fingers to study them. To be honest, he was not like his godfather who liked to be completely dominant (commonly known as the bottom). Occasionally, he would like the feeling of being controlled. What always topped his fantasy list was a hand with beautiful tattoos like this one pressing on his neck.

"Why are you looking at my hands?" Neymar asked.

Because they look good.

Batistuta did not answer the question, and Neymar did not take his hand back. They maintained this somewhat strange yet somewhat warm posture for a long time.

The faint smell of shampoo and perfume lingered at the tip of his nose. Neymar threw away his phone and looked down at the boy who was lying on his stomach and playing with his fingers.

"Do you want to come?"

This development was somewhat unexpected.

"You just came out of the shower," Neymar said, "and—" He looked at the small cubes scattered around, "this, it's not enough."

"It's okay." Barty reached out and brushed the half-dried hair on his forehead to the back of his head, then stepped on top and leaned over. He pulled open the belt of the other's bathrobe, "We can do without it."

Need not?

What does it mean?

Neymar showed a confused expression, but before he could figure out what Batistuta was saying, he was already in the other's palm. He opened his eyes in surprise, but the other end reacted faster than him and welcomed Batistuta's hand very cooperatively.

"See, it likes me." Batty smiled and put a little force on his hands.

Neymar subconsciously raised his head and inhaled, and the 'hissing' sound made Batistuta laugh even more happily.

"Stop playing, Batistuta," Neymar said. "You have training tomorrow."

Batty didn't stop.

He no longer wanted to argue with the other party on this issue, so he chose to speak directly.

If he wanted to realize the fantasy in his mind of having that tattooed hand grip his neck, he had to do it first. Otherwise, given Neymar's conflicted personality, he might not realize until tomorrow morning that it wouldn't hurt him at all.

Batty moved slowly and carefully, trying not to touch his teeth.

This size is not exaggerated for him, and he can fully take it in with a little effort of his jaw.

"Barty, you—"

Neymar lost the ability to think, his pupils swayed violently, and his eyes were filled with the light-colored head buried in front of him. He didn't expect Batistuta to take the initiative to suck him. They had tried this before. Neymar liked to see the curve of the other's cheek being poked, but he was rejected every time. He could only do it to the end, and coax the other into continuing when he was about to enter the chaotic period of thinking.

Batty said he had a massive gag reflex.

Obviously this is another lie.

"You little liar." Neymar put his hand into the other's light hair and pressed down. "From now on, I will no longer believe your lies."

Batty looked up at him and then curled his eyes.

It doesn't matter, as long as his goal is achieved.

……

The positions were reversed, and Batty was lying on the pillow. He supported the head of the bed with one hand to prevent himself from being pushed up.

Five minutes ago he had managed to trick Neymar into briefly taking away his breath, which had left him dizzy and losing all senses, as if he had fallen to the bottom of a swimming pool.

The gradual recovery process after a few seconds is extremely refreshing.

"Oh my god, Buddy! Are you all right? Oh my god—"

Batistuta heard Neymar's panic, he took a few deep breaths to stop his coughing, then reached out and held the back of the person's head to comfort him.

"I'm fine," he said hoarsely. "In fact, I couldn't be better."

Neymar stopped, propped up his upper body and looked over in disbelief.

"you--"

"This is what I want." Batty took his hand and bent his fingers to his lips. "I want you to do this."

……

Another half hour passed.

"Don't do it again." Neymar leaned against the head of the bed and said weakly, "Just now you... I was almost scared to death."

Batty tilted his head to look at him.

"Don't you like it?" he asked.

"Not at all," Neymar said decisively, then he realized the loophole and added: "I mean the part about not being able to breathe, don't do it again, the rest is great."

"But I like it." Batty said in a playful tone, "What if I beg you?"

"That's not the case either."

"Please."

"No way, Barty, it's dangerous."

"All right."

Batty chose to compromise.

Although he felt a little regretful, he liked the other person's determination.

"You know what, Ney." Batistuta crawled over and pinched Neymar's chin, then kissed the corner of his mouth. Not just one kiss, but many kisses, those kisses went all the way to his temples and finally landed on his ears, "The two of us are a pair of socks."

Neymar breaks free from his opponent's grip.

"Why not Superman and Batman?" he asked.

"You haven't asked me why socks." Batty pinched his ear.

Neymar smiled and asked cooperatively: "Why are we a pair of socks?"

Batty turned over and straddled him, put his hands on his shoulders, lowered his head, touched his lips with his, and answered in a low voice with a sigh -

"Because we were made for each other."

After saying that, another kiss fell.

This time it was not the corner of the mouth or anywhere else, the kiss finally fell on the lips.

Batistuta clasped his hands behind Neymar's head and deepened the kiss.

Don't think about the future, enjoy the present.

(End of this chapter)