[Football] Bad Boy Batty

Neymar stayed at Batistuta's house for two days. As soon as he left, Aguero came back.

"He's in pretty good shape, not depressed or anything, maybe because Messi has been guiding him." Loach told Batistuta what he had done in the past few days, "So don't worry, he's fine."

Aguero will be treated by City's physiotherapists in Manchester for three weeks before returning home to Argentina to spend the rest of his recovery.

"Does he have a treatment program this afternoon? I want to go see him," Batty asked.

"No problem. His treatment ends at 2 o'clock. You can just go there at 2:. He doesn't need anyone to accompany him now." Loach said. The black boy touched his chin and suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Come to think of it, you didn't react to Augustus' incident at all."

Several question marks appeared above Batty's head.

"Why should I care about that lunatic?" he asked curiously, "And you, why do you care about him?"

"No, I mean..." Loach took out his phone and opened a news report to show Batistuta, "He scored five goals in the match against Everton Youth Team. The media is almost praising him to the sky, saying that he is the next Cristiano Ronaldo or something."

Batty scoffed loudly.

"What's wrong with scoring 5 goals? I once scored 20 goals against my opponent (Loach: 22 goals). Yes, I think you still remember that I scored 22 goals." He waved his hand with disdain on his face, "Stop reading these messy news. Go pack your things. We are going to Germany tomorrow."

"Okay!" Loach nodded and went back to the room. After a few seconds, he came back and scratched his head embarrassedly at Barty, "I'm sorry, I forgot that the nutritionist qualification examination is on the day of your competition. I have to stay."

Of course, the exam is more important than this, Batty agreed. Loach was very grateful and volunteered to help Batty pack the suitcase. Batty couldn't resist him, so he let him go.

After Niuqiu left, he thought about it, opened IG and found Augustus' page. That beautiful win helped him gain 50 followers, but strangely, Batistuta found that his account had been blocked by himself.

When did this happen? How come he has no recollection of it at all?

After thinking for a long time without getting any result, I simply stopped thinking about it. Batistuta closed his IG page. He was just a madman with some talent. Before he entered the Manchester United first team, it had nothing to do with him.

It was almost 3 o'clock when Batistuta drove to Aguero's house. Just as Niuqiu said, he looked good, and when Batistuta opened the door with the spare key, he was saying goodbye to Messi on the other side of the video, and he looked particularly happy.

"Why are you always hanging out with that guy? You should take care of yourself if you're injured." Batistuta walked over and took the phone from Aguero. Just in time to see the hang-up screen, he raised an eyebrow and asked, "How's your leg?"

Aguero knew why his teammate was angry. He smiled ingratiatingly, patted his thigh and said, "It's okay now, and I'm recovering at full speed like a rocket taking off!"

Batty didn't believe it.

Aguero rolled his eyes and said, "You know it was me who didn't let Leo tell you about your condition, right?" He spoke carefully, "So, Batistuta, don't be angry with him."

"How can you tell that I'm angry with him?" Batistuta snorted, then took out a marker from the pen holder on the shelf and wrote on Aguero's calf muscle bandage. "There are many people who cheated me, I don't care."

You look like you care a lot, Aguero thought.

"Painting on bandages is for patients in plaster casts, and I don't have any..." He tried to pull his leg back, but Batty held his ankle and gave him a sharp look.

"Shut up, you liar."

"Oh, okay, if you like, feel free to draw." The Argentine striker compromised in a soft tone. Seeing the boy drawing a lot of poop on the straps as if to vent his anger, he smiled helplessly. At least Batistuta was no longer sad. "Don't worry, baby, I will recover soon and will definitely be able to catch up with your birthday."

Batty shuddered at his sudden affectionate address, and drew with the marker at an angle.

"It's no use calling me baby!" He stood up and pointed at Aguero's nose viciously. "We are going to Germany tomorrow. You should have been with us. Damn the injury!"

Aguero knew that Batistuta was angry at the injury and not at himself, so he was not angry with Batistuta. Instead, he opened his arms to Batistuta.

"Come here, come quickly," he said, smiling.

Batistuta felt awkward for a long time before he moved over and gave Aguero a hug on the sofa.

"I will be here watching you, and like all the expectant fans, I will cheer you on." Aguero kissed Batistuta's hair and said, "You will definitely score a goal, and I believe you will lead the team to keep attacking and finally win. There is nothing to be afraid of the Hornets, go! Beat them into little bees!"

Batistuta buried his head in Aguero's clothes. "I'm not afraid." He said sullenly, "You said you would go with me. The winter in Germany is very cold. I need a heater."

So his function is just a heater?

Aguero was amused by the stubborn boy in front of him.

Suddenly, something occurred to him.

"Wait here! I'll get you something!" Aguero got up and walked into the bedroom with crutches. Batistuta felt poetic when he saw this scene. Soon, he came out with a red scarf, "Here! Batistuta, this is for you!"

Batty took the scarf, raised an eyebrow and asked, "I thought you preferred blue."

"I like many colors, but...someone told me that red represents joy. For a long time, it has been my lucky scarf." Aguero said as he tied the scarf around Batistuta's neck and tapped his nose. "Go ahead with the luck I gave you!"

Batty lowered his head slightly, and the soft touch on his chin made him curl the corners of his mouth.

"Thank you, Kun." He stepped forward and gave Aguero another hug. "I promise, we will win."

Aguero patted Batistuta on the back.

What he didn't tell him was that this scarf was given to him by Messi.

...The next morning, Manchester City players flew to Germany, their destination being North Rhine. They had to defeat the club nicknamed the Hornets to get a ticket to the Champions League quarter-finals.

Batistuta didn't fall asleep today. He listened to all the arrangements. This time his roommate was Sterling, the noisy and happy boy. Sterling was originally from the right side and often played on the right side during his three seasons at Liverpool, but under Guardiola, he was fixed on the left side.

Some people said that Guardiola asked him to give way to Batistuta, but no one involved or anyone else admitted this speculation.

As for Batty, Batty doesn't care.

To him, Sterling is just a cooperative teammate and colleague. He knows that the other party does not hate him and will not be reluctant to pass the ball to him on the court. This is enough.

This was the first time they became roommates. In order to cultivate their relationship in advance, Sterling sat next to Batistuta with his arms around his back after getting on the plane.

"Although doing so may make me look like I'm too nosy, some things need to be agreed upon in advance. We are roommates and will live and eat together for three days. If we don't agree in advance, there will be problems." Sterling poked Batty's elbow. "First of all, I don't have any taboos. You can play music in the room and I won't mind. You can also make phone calls, don't worry, I won't eavesdrop. You can throw clothes around randomly because I don't care much about cleanliness... One thing! You don't need to bring playmates back! This is not a suite, and I don't want to fall asleep listening to the sound of you guys playing games."

Batty was annoyed by him and was about to reach out to push his face away when he was suddenly amused by the last sentence.

"Have you ever heard one of your roommates 'playing games' around you?"

Sterling nodded vigorously. "Of course, that guy is annoying! He even made a loud noise on purpose to make his girlfriend laugh at me. I won't tell you who he is, but I can only say that he is not playing in the top five leagues now. Humph, it makes people happy."

"This is so unkind." Batty began to feel sorry for him. He said jokingly, "I won't bring playmates back. I have a clear distinction between work and personal life."

Sterling nodded and praised Batty as "the best roommate" with a grateful look. Batty smiled. It was not the first time that Sterling said this to someone. He also heard him use this title to praise De Bruyne.

Speak of the devil, the devil appears. Just as Batistuta was thinking of De Bruyne, De Bruyne actually appeared. The Belgian seemed to have just come out of the bathroom. When he walked to the row of Batistuta and Sterling, he suddenly stopped.

"Is that Aguero's scarf?" he asked.

Batty was stunned for a moment, then he picked up the scarf in front of his chest and shook it, "Yes, he gave me his luck."

De Bruyne said nothing more and returned to his seat in silence. Sterling and Batistuta watched him go back in almost the same manner. Then, the black guy gently tugged at Batistuta's sleeve, motioning him to lower his head, as he had something to tell him in private.

"There's something wrong with Kevin lately." Sterling whispered.

Batty was in a good mood, so he was willing to cooperate. He moved closer to Sterling and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"I went to his house a few days ago, and he made a calendar and circled your birthday in red. I asked him what he was going to do, and he said you were going to have a party, and your coming-of-age ceremony had to be done in a grand manner. Then I said how about we both give you a gift, but he refused and said he had already prepared a gift."

Sterling let everything out like a big sieve.

Batty blinked and said, "This is quite good and quite normal."

"No, I don't think it's that simple," Sterling said. "Knowing him, I think he's going to do something."

Do something?
Could that normally quiet and reserved Belgian guy be causing trouble?

"How can you gossip like a little girl?" Batty waved his hand to show his disbelief, and then he kicked Sterling's calf, "Have you understood the tactics? When we switch sides on the court, don't let us down."

Sterling was also easy to coax, and after a few words he started thinking about other things.

Batistuta turned his head to look at De Bruyne not far away. The Belgian midfielder was wearing headphones and lowering his head, writing and drawing in a notebook.

Do something.

The young man raised his lips, which was really exciting.

……

After walking on the grass at the Westfalen Stadium, Guardiola led the team back to the hotel. After the 40-minute pre-match meeting, he did not make any further arrangements, but just asked the players to go back and have a good rest.

This time, Batistuta had no intention of going out for a walk. The winter in Germany was even colder than he had imagined, especially the wind, which felt like a knife cutting on his face. Compared to this, he was more accepting of the damp cold in Britain.

Lying on the bed, Batistuta casually flipped through the opponent information given to them by the coaching staff, and the face of Dortmund head coach Thomas Tuchel appeared in front of him. Guardiola gave a very high evaluation of the new German head coach - "If he is given the players he wants, he will be more difficult than any other coach."

Tuchel's tactics also focus on offense, which is somewhat similar to Klopp's. Both of them advocate high-pressure defense. The difference is that Tuchel pays more attention to cooperation between players rather than crazy running.

However, he has recently been caught up in a power struggle with senior management and has lost the support of most of the locker room, so Batistuta believes that there is nothing to be afraid of with Dortmund now.

It's impossible to win in Europe when you can't even figure out your own housework.

Suddenly, a message of special concern came from the mobile phone.

It's Neymar, who is also traveling with Barcelona to participate in the Champions League away game and is currently in Paris.

Looking at the photo the other party posted with the Eiffel Tower, Batistuta smiled and gave a "like" button.

Within a minute, he received a private message.

Neymarjr: Good luck in the game! (heart) (heart) (lips) (lips)
Batty replied: You too, see you in the final (smile)
(End of this chapter)