[Football] Bad Boy Batty

"What are you doing!"

"...I told him not to go so fast, there were no lights out front, but I swear I saw a reflection...Are you okay, Buddy?"

"I'm fine, how about you? Oh - damn!"

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Ahem, I can't see anything clearly! What's wrong with you, Barty? Answer me!"

"Don't worry, I just have a nosebleed... Why is there so much smoke?"

"The engine was damaged. It will definitely emit smoke."

"…engine…shit, what just happened? I was talking to Kevin and wasn't paying attention."

"The driver was driving too fast and didn't see the electric pole in the green belt in front of him. He crashed into it directly... The driver was in front of you. How is he?"

"I don't know - there's too much smoke, we have to get down quickly."

After getting rid of the almost deformed seat belt buckles, Batistuta and Aguero dragged the driver out of the car. They were choked by the smoke and kept coughing, but the scenes of car crashes and explosions in Hollywood blockbusters were deeply rooted in people's minds. The two did not dare to delay and carried the unconscious driver to the roadside at a safe distance.

However, the car did not explode, but gradually cooled down.

After coughing enough with tears, the smoke had almost dissipated, and Batty could see the true situation of the collision - the entire front part of the car was almost split in two by the telephone pole, the hood was wrinkled, the windshield was completely shattered, and the two airbags for the driver and the co-pilot were all popped out.

"He's still breathing. He's fine for now... I think." Aguero nervously checked the driver's vital signs, then he sat down on the ground, gasping for air after surviving the disaster. He looked at Batistuta and asked, "How's your nosebleed? Has it stopped?"

Batistuta then remembered that he was still bleeding from his nose. He wiped it with his sleeve, tried to take a breath, then turned and shook his head at Aguero.

"It won't stop for a while." He said, "It doesn't hurt. Based on my experience, it's probably a bruise inside. A broken bone hurts much more than this."

Aguero looked at him with wide eyes: "How can you make a broken bone sound so easy!"

"I'm used to it." Batistuta shrugged. Seeing that the sleeve of his right hand was soaked with blood, he changed his sleeve and continued to block it. Then he raised his eyebrows at Aguero. "Have you called an ambulance?" he asked.

"On the way, probably. I just heard a rescue signal from the car radio."

Just wait.

Batistuta sat down next to Aguero and slowed down his rapid breathing.

The air was quiet for a while.

"Where's your phone? Let me use it." Aguero poked Batistuta and said.

Batty: "We are not dying yet, who are you calling in a hurry?"

"No, I just think it would be a shame not to take a selfie at such a memorable moment." Aguero explained, "It would be even better if I could log in to my Twitter again, I will post the photo there."

Batty: ...

What kind of internet addicted youth is this?

"No, I just dropped my phone on the bus," Batty said. "Where's yours?"

Aguero took out his phone from his pocket and waved it, then threw it into Batistuta's arms in annoyance. "It's dead," he said. "I was going to charge it on the plane."

Barty rolled his eyes.

"That's all right. Just wait."

At this moment, a familiar ringtone suddenly came from the direction of the car. It took Batty a while to realize that it was his cell phone.

"Hey, your phone is still alive, do you want to go get it?" Aguero poked Batistuta again and asked.

Batty thought about it and decided not to take the risk.

However, the phone on the other end was extremely anxious. After 10 minutes, the ringing was still persistent, as if it would not stop until the last bit of power was used up.

"It could be Kevin." Aguero leaned over and said, "You were talking on the phone when the car accident happened just now. He must be very anxious now."

indeed.

Batistuta hesitated for a moment, and seeing that the engine over there had stopped responding, he gritted his teeth, stood up, rushed over quickly, got his cell phone from under the seat, and ran back to the side of the road. He had already returned before Aguero could even stop him.

Aguero: "Don't do that again, it's dangerous."

But bad things always come together. After getting the phone, Batty discovered that his screen had been shattered into a honeycomb and would fall apart with the slightest touch.

"How am I supposed to answer the phone?" Batty pressed the screen randomly. The ringing sound was still ringing, and the sound was annoying him. "Damn it, damn it, damn it - for God's sake, answer it!"

I don't know what happened to him or whether his impetuous prayers worked, but the phone with a completely broken screen actually got connected.

Batty: "Thank god this thing stopped screaming. Hey Kevin, we just-"

However, he was interrupted by the other party before he could even begin to speak.

"Kevin?"

The familiar voice and the familiar Portuguese language made Batistuta freeze in place.

After a few seconds, he took a deep breath and spoke tentatively -

"Neymar?"

The complaining voice from the other side could be clearly heard.

"Of course it was me, who else did you think it was, the Belgian?"

……

"I saw the photos you posted. You went to the concert, right? And with Aguero. I certainly don't have anything against him. My point is - why didn't you tell me a single letter? As your... uh, national team captain! I have to know your schedule from IG. This is unacceptable, completely, unacceptable!!"

"And you didn't even answer my calls. Just now, I specifically asked my friends there to call you after the concert. Guess how many times I called you? 30! And you didn't answer any of them!"

"More importantly, why did you say that Belgian's name just now? I told you that guy has bad intentions and you should stay away from him! Now, not only do you not listen to my advice, but you also mistake me for him when I care about you and called you at the first time! Batty, dear, when will you stop hurting my heart?"

Neymar still likes to ask questions, especially when he is excited.

Batty frowned and shut up. The words he wanted to explain just lingered on his lips before he swallowed them back.

So annoying, like a bee.

The nosebleed that had originally stopped seemed to show signs of continuing to flow again.

What made him even more headache was that he couldn't hang up the phone because the screen was broken. The fingerprint lock didn't work no matter how many times he pressed it. And no matter where he poked on it and how many times he poked, no miracle happened.

Annoyed Batistuta threw the phone to Aguero. Aguero was stunned for a few seconds, and threw the phone back to Batistuta amid Neymar's complaints.

'Your troubles, you take care of them yourself,' he mouthed.

Batty wiped the blood from his lips irritably, then suddenly noticed the mute button. He tentatively moved the button -

what.

The world is quiet.

……

The ambulance arrived soon after, and several emergency doctors conducted a preliminary examination of them. The unconscious driver was pushed into the ambulance, and Batistuta and Aguero, who were not seriously ill, followed and sat in the back. The Dutch generally speak good English, but they still have a bit of an accent. Aguero was confused by what he heard, and Batistuta could only half understand the song. Fortunately, there was a female doctor who spoke Spanish, which solved the language problem.

"I saw the car. It was badly damaged. You are lucky." The doctor said. She stuffed cotton balls into Buddy's nose and wiped the broken skin on his face with alcohol. "Tell me the whole process of the accident. It will help us with the next examination."

The slight bump in the ambulance made Batistuta a little sleepy. He yawned, then nudged Aguero with his elbow, signaling him to go and talk to the doctor.

The doctor noticed how sleepy he was and made room for him to lean back more comfortably.

"I saw the electric pole in front of me and wanted to warn the driver, but it was too late. We were in the back seat when the accident happened and we were wearing seat belts, so the impact was not that strong..."

In Aguero's soft voice, Batistuta gradually closed his eyes.

The rest of the journey was spent in a dream.

……

After arriving at the hospital, Batty could no longer sleep. In order to prevent invisible damage to the body after the car accident, the hospital arranged a series of examinations for them. Batty kept talking, and the female doctor translated for them. Listening to the long list of names, Batty's expression gradually became blank.

It felt like I was back in Guardiola’s first analysis class. It was clearly in Spanish and he could basically understand the words, but when they were put together it sounded like a mystery.

Fortunately, the hospital was quite humane and allowed them to go in for the examination in wheelchairs. Batty leaned back in the chair, not caring how many people glanced at him on the street, or how strange this behavior seemed to him normally. He tilted his head, closed his eyes and dozed off.

After the examination was finally over, the female doctor sent him to the ward and told him that the results would be out soon and he could have a good sleep.

Batty thanked him and fell asleep.

However, he was woken up by the slap not long after he fell asleep. It was very dangerous to forcibly wake up the sleepy Batti. Even Loach said that he should try to avoid this situation.

"What are you doing?"

Batistuta half opened his eyes with a depressed look, and Aguero's resentful face appeared in front of him. Batistuta paused, and before he could ask, a mobile phone hit him. He caught it subconsciously, and then found that the phone was vibrating, and a call came in.

"Neymar is about to blow up my phone. I finally managed to charge it, and now it's flooded with calls from him." Aguero's voice sounded like he had no soul. "You didn't hang up on him just now, you just muted it, so he heard everything... I beg you, pick up the phone and fix it!"

Uh.

Batty used his brain, which had not yet fully started to function, to analyze the above sentence.

"You mean, he never hung up?" Batty asked.

Aguero nodded desperately.

"From the moment you answered his call until you finished your inspection just now, he didn't hang up the phone from beginning to end."

Ok.

This sounds quite touching.

Batistuta's anger caused by lack of sleep subsided. He pressed the answer button and Neymar's voice came out instantly, this time with concern and apology.

"I didn't know you had a car accident, Batty, forgive me, I was angry at the time, I didn't know what I said. Are you okay? I heard from Aguero that it was a serious car accident. Are you injured?"

Familiar Neymar, familiar question.

"I'm fine, nothing more than a nosebleed..."

But before Batistuta could say a few words, the door of the ward was suddenly opened. He subconsciously looked over and saw De Bruyne's red figure, gasping for breath while pushing the door open.

"Kevin? Why are you here?"

After hearing Batistuta's voice, De Bruyne's back stiffened. He immediately straightened his body and looked up. The next second when his eyes met Batistuta's, he rushed to the bed, hugged Batistuta tightly, but then bounced back like a spring for fear of hurting him.

"Thank God you're okay."

De Bruyne sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at Batistuta silently, then gave him a gentle hug, then took his hand and kissed his knuckles, and finally repeated the above actions.

This happened many times.

"Kevin, I'm fine, I'm safe." Batty held De Bruyne's hand and pulled him in front of him, then hooked his neck and hugged him.

After a while, the Belgian's wildly beating heart gradually calmed down.

Batty still maintained the posture of hugging the other person. Behind him, he picked up his mobile phone and looked at the screen, which showed that he was still on the call.

Ah, I almost forgot there's someone else.

He blinked at his phone, then looked at De Bruyne's red ears. He hesitated for a few seconds between whether Paris was far away or close at hand, and then he turned on the mute button again.

Aguero, who was watching the whole process: …

I'm still here.

Have you ever considered how I, a lonely person, feel?

At least give me my phone back so I can call Leo!

(End of this chapter)