[Football] Bad Boy Batty

With the addition of fresh blood, Guardiola changed back to the 352 lineup at the beginning of the season. In just two games, Lucas Hernandez, who has a fierce dribbling style, fast acceleration, and is good at filling in positions and saving fire in the penalty area, conquered the fans of Etihad with his outstanding defensive ability.

In addition to conquering the fans, the young man from Spain seems to have also conquered the biggest thorn in Manchester City's side in a short period of time. Their Brazilian Rose was photographed sticking to the newcomer in several training sessions, either hugging the neck or holding the other's shoulders and trying to do a vault.

[Given Batistuta's current position in Manchester City, Hernandez's time to integrate into the team will be greatly reduced] - The Sun

Soon, a photo ignited the enthusiasm of fans.

This is a very blurry photo, as if a guy who works in Manchester City secretly took it with the front camera of his mobile phone. The main subjects of the photo are Batistuta and Lucas. They seem to be playing a horse-riding war game. Lucas is carrying Batistuta on his back, and Batistuta hugs his neck and kisses his cheek. Lucas closed one eye because of the kiss, and at the same time, he maliciously untied Batistuta's shoelaces. The two of them smiled brighter than the sun in the sky, looking like winners.

What made this photo go viral was the people standing in a row behind them, from left to right they were Walker, Stones, B Silva, De Bruyne, and Aguero. Due to the low pixel, the expressions of the people in the photo were not clear, but judging from their body language, they did not look like they were smiling.

In view of the suspicion that such news would divide the locker room, Manchester City officials responded, but some netizens always had wild imaginations and made the picture into a meme, which was once comparable to the famous picture of a man holding his girlfriend's hand but turning back to whistle at other girls.

A few days later, Sterling posted the memes made by netizens to the group, and everyone was laughing, even the people involved thought it was funny (except for De Bruyne, who only sent an emoji of a fake-smiling boy in response)
As for what the truth is, it doesn't matter.

"I just don't understand why Batty likes to play with the new guy so much, just because that guy smiles like a docile large dog?" Walker said, "This is ridiculous. I also ran half the court with him on my back. Why didn't this damn kid kiss me?"

Kyle Walker complained about how long the road from the training ground to the gym was. When B席 walked beside him, he felt as if there was a machine gun firing continuously in his ears. For a moment, he really wanted to grab Walker's mouth to stop him from making any sound.

Walker: "I can't believe it. He even asked Lucas to practice his goal celebration. Damn, no one else in the club except the Brazilians has been treated like this. What do you think, Bernardo?"

"...You sound like a woman who complains about her husband hanging out with his lover all the time, Kyle." B Seat curled his lips in disdain, then put on a hard fake smile, "Maybe he's just new to it, in the honeymoon period or something."

"But he didn't even have a honeymoon period with us! We've been teammates for half a season!"

"Why rush? Besides, Batistuta knew him at the World Youth Championship, earlier than you." The Portuguese opened his hands and shrugged, "He will lose interest in him after a while. I swear, your Batistuta baby will ask you to celebrate the goal together, otherwise you will throw me into the sea to feed the fish."

As he spoke, Sean B pushed open the door of the gym, and what came into view was Batistuta and Lucas, who were tangled together on the ground like a piece of candy.

Lucas held Batty's wrist and said, "I caught you! Do you admit defeat or not? Do you admit defeat or not? I will let you go if you admit defeat!"

"Give up? Why don't you ask me when I gave up!" Batty suddenly turned over and pressed Lucas to the ground, and performed a low-profile strangulation like a free fight. "Who is the boss now, huh?"

"Waist! You poked my waist!"

"Why, your waist is not good at such a young age?"

Seat B: …

The Portuguese closed the door with a twitch of his mouth, then cleared his throat and looked at Walker a little embarrassedly.

"Can I change what I just said about throwing it into the sea to feed the fish?"

Walker: …

Walker: "You wish."

……

Not far away, De Bruyne had just finished stretching and was sitting on the mat. He was holding a water bottle and watching Batistuta and Lucas playing in front of him with a calm expression on his face.

It's nothing, he thought, just a little game to enhance the relationship between teammates. Batistuta has played it with many people, even himself. To use a phrase Batistuta often said - it's no big deal.

Seeing Lucas being pushed over by Batistuta again, and lowering his head almost face to face with the opponent, De Bruyne almost broke the water bottle in his hand, because this bottle is made of the strongest plastic.

"what happened?"

Stones was doing bench press next to De Bruyne. When he heard the creaking sound of the water bottle, he subconsciously looked over. The Belgian midfielder had a terribly gloomy face. Stones almost strained the muscles he had just built.

"Hmm?" De Bruyne turned his head and looked over. "What do you want?"

Stones shook his head repeatedly: "It's okay, you continue."

De Bruyne's mind was not here, and he quickly turned his head back and continued to stare at the two people playing and kissing. After a break of more than ten seconds, Stones quickly ran away.

After closing the door, the England defender finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's all your fault for going to the toilet and holding it in!" He complained to himself while leaning against the wall, "If I had known this would happen, I would never have gone to that bathroom."

It would be nice if I could lose my memory, Stones thought, but...it would be a pity if that memory was really deleted.

Wait, what a pity?
Why did he feel it was a pity to delete that shameful memory? !

In an instant, Stones seemed to be sucked into a vacuum and the blood in his body stopped flowing.

next second.

"What are you mumbling about, John?" A hand patted Stones' shoulder from behind, "Bathroom, memory, are you okay?"

Stones: !!!
"I'm fine!" Stones blushed from head to toe, "I just forgot the time. Yes! It's time to go to physical therapy. Thank you for your concern, sir. Goodbye!"

Looking at his own defender who was almost turning into the world-famous painting "The Scream", Guardiola scratched his chin and a bunch of question marks popped up above his head.

What are you doing?
……

After two consecutive draws, Manchester City started a new wave of winning streak. Except for the media reports that Sane was dissatisfied with his current situation in Manchester City and had some scandals with Bayern, everything returned to normal.

On Valentine's Day, the Champions League knockout stage officially kicked off, and Manchester City traveled to Switzerland to challenge Basel. This day happened to be Lucas' birthday, and the players celebrated his birthday with a big win. 6-1, as long as Manchester City did not make any major mistakes when they returned to their home court, they basically locked in a place in the top eight.

At the same time, Batty scored his 13th hat trick in his career, which is a remarkable achievement for a rookie who has only been in Europe for a season and a half. So it is only natural that after the game, Batty was elected the best player of the game for his outstanding performance.

[Congratulations on scoring another hat trick in this game, Batistuta, what do you think of this game?] The reporter asked, [When you scored the third goal, you acted very calmly and did not celebrate like you usually do. Many people were puzzled by this. How would you answer?]

"It was undoubtedly a wonderful performance. We were in full control of the situation and the teamwork was quite good. They (Basel) had several good chances, but they were all destroyed by Lucas and Ederson. Everyone is very happy to win the game like this." Batty said. He was in a good mood today, so he was willing to use normal words to answer reporters' questions.
"As for the celebration, I just haven't figured out what to do yet. I've already used the previous one and everyone knows I won't use the same celebration twice, so yes, that's the answer."

[In all competitions this season, you have only lost one game to Liverpool in the league, which is a very good result. Many people think that Manchester City is the favorite to win the championship this season. What do you think? ]

"Isn't it obvious?" Batistuta shrugged and gave the camera a ostentatious smile, "We are going for all the trophies. No matter who the opponent is, we will overturn him." [I just received news that the other Champions League knockout match between Real Madrid and Paris, which was held simultaneously with you, has also ended. Real Madrid defeated Paris 3-1 at home.] The reporter quickly scanned the news on the phone, and then changed the subject and asked: [This season, Neymar left Barcelona and went to Paris. Many people said that this was a completely wrong decision. This game seems to confirm this statement. What do you think?]

Batty was stunned.

"You should ask Neymar about this. It was him who made the transfer, not me." He refused to answer such a boring question. "You just mentioned the match between Real Madrid and Paris, who won?"

[Real Madrid won, 3-1.] The reporter asked, [Do you think Paris has a chance to beat Real Madrid in the second round?]

"I don't know, everything is possible." Batistuta licked his dry lips, then looked at the camera and said mischievously: "But I hope Real Madrid can win... Sorry Ney."

【Why do you want Real Madrid to win? 】

"We lost to Real Madrid in the final last season. I don't think it was because of the difference in strength." Batistuta raised his chin and said arrogantly, "We must get up from the pit we fell into. I am very happy to meet Real Madrid again. I promise that I will not lose again."

……

Perhaps it was because he saw Batistuta's interview. A few days later, Neymar talked about the first Champions League knockout match against Real Madrid in an exclusive interview. He did not shy away from talking about the defeat and said that Paris still had a chance and they would teach Real Madrid a lesson when they returned to their home court. At the end of the interview, he also deliberately mentioned Batistuta.

"Sorry, dear Batistuta, you want to play for Real Madrid, right? I won't give you that chance." He winked at the camera, "The Champions League final, you and I, that's a deal."

Watching the interview on the mobile phone screen, Batty remembered the promise they failed to fulfill last season, and he couldn't help but curl his lips.

It would also be good if the final opponent is Paris.

However, just when Batistuta was imagining defeating Neymar and winning the Champions League final, a bucket of cold water was poured on him.

"Bati! Batti! Something big has happened, look at this!"

Loach Manchester United player anxiously ran to Batistuta's bed holding his phone and almost fell. Batistuta quickly supported Loach, who was undergoing leg physiotherapy. They had just won a difficult victory over Wigan Athletic in the fifth round of the FA Cup yesterday.

"So anxious? Did you see your ex-girlfriend?" Batty patted Loach's arm and teased, "Do you want me to bring a bacon burger and go around in front of her a few times?"

The loach shook its head like a rattle.

"No, it's Neymar," he said, showing his phone to Batistuta. "I know you don't like to look at your phone during physical therapy, so I came here as soon as I saw the news."

Batty raised his eyebrows suspiciously, then took the phone to check it. The more he looked down, the tighter his brows furrowed.

In the French Ligue 77 match between Paris and Marseille, in the 5th minute, Neymar fell to the ground with an ankle injury during a fight and was then carried off the field on a stretcher. After diagnosis, he was found to have a fracture of the fifth metatarsal in his right foot and would miss the match against Real Madrid.

"Fifth metatarsal fracture?" Batistuta opened his eyes wide in disbelief and looked up at Niu Qiu. "He just said that he would eliminate Real Madrid in the second round, but now he can't play? Moreover, with a fracture, he will have to rest for at least 5 months. This season is over, and there is the World Cup in June. What will he do?"

Loach gave the boss an apologetic smile.

"So I thought you'd want to know about this," he said.

What a fucking ghost.

Batistuta cursed all the dirty words he knew in his mind, then used Loach's cell phone to contact the Godfather to inquire about a private jet that could depart immediately. Before he could finish typing and send it, Neymar called.

"Hey, Loach, is Barty there? I have something urgent to talk to him about."

"I'm here!" Batty was anxious and angry. "I saw the news. Your foot——"

"My foot is fine. The surgery has been completed and the foot has been fixed." Neymar interrupted Batistuta's question and answered as softly and slowly as possible. "I am still a little dizzy now, but it's just because the effect of the anesthetic gas has not passed. I will be fully awake in half an hour."

"They said you had a broken bone!"

"No, no fracture, just a slight bone fracture," Neymar said. "Don't listen to what the reporters say, my injury is not that serious, it will heal in three weeks at most. Although I can't catch up with the game against Real Madrid, there will be no problem for the final and the World Cup."

After hearing what Neymar said, Batistuta finally felt relieved.

"...You are so confident. Without you, Paris wants to beat Real Madrid? You'd better take a good rest and wait for next season." He shrugged his nose, and suddenly realized that saying this might hurt Neymar's heart, so he changed the subject and said, "After we win the League Cup final in two days, I will go to Paris to see you."

Neymar didn't react to the first half of Batistuta's sarcasm. He shrugged and said, "No, you don't have to come over. I can go find you."

"You're coming to Manchester?" Batty raised his eyebrows. "My dear Ney, do you remember that you have an injury on your foot?"

"I can't stay in the house all the time for three weeks of sick leave. Many people gave me advice, but they were all bad ideas, so I thought, why not go see you? You are going to play in the final, right? The English League Cup?" Neymar said, "I can't stand staying in the house playing games all the time. I need fresh air, parties and music. You can understand, right?"

Batty nodded in understanding.

If his foot was wrapped in a cast and he couldn't play, he would definitely not stay at home. Liveliness is an element engraved in the genes of Brazilians.

"Okay, that's settled then." Barty licked his lips. "I can ask the Godfather to prepare a private plane for you. The final will be on the afternoon of the 26th. When do you want to come?"

"I have a private jet, so I won't bother Edmundo." Neymar said, "I'll arrange it, Batistuta, all you need to do is take a shower and wait for me in the room."

what!
Even though he was injured like this, he was still thinking about that matter.

Batty chuckled a few times, but since he was in a public place of the club, he didn't say anything more romantic.

"Okay, I'll wait for you then."

……

After hanging up the phone, Neymar looked at the photo of himself and Batistuta on the desktop of his mobile phone and smiled for a while. Then he pulled out a screenshot of news from the album, which was the evaluation of Manchester City newcomers Lucas Hernandez and Batistuta by The Sun.

He enlarged the picture and gave Lucas's bright smiling face a middle finger.

"Want to take advantage of this opportunity to get promoted? No way."

(End of this chapter)