"￥*#@&!"
Inside the noisy Stade de France, the players from both sides engaged in another fierce confrontation.
The Korean Team players were clearly holding their breath as they played, often bursting out with curses that others couldn't understand, and frequently throwing up their hands, looking like victims.
But all of this didn't give them an advantage on the field.
After the restart, the French Team's offensive not only didn't decrease but increased, with everyone putting their energy into kicking the ball towards the Korean Team's goal.
Just like Maël thought, the other French Team players also understood that in this match, they had to win big against South Korea, they had to shut everyone's mouths!
Even if it wasn't a foul to begin with, even if they didn't need to do this, the repeatedly provocative Korean Team aroused the desire for a duel in all of them.
They would use their full strength to send shame to the Korean Team, to disgrace them! "Bang! Pa pa.!"
In the 26th minute of the match, Matuidi, relying on his excellent physical qualities, stumbled and rolled all the way, dribbling the ball from the defensive midfielder position to the frontcourt.
During the process, he was twice disrupted by Korean Team players trying to extend their feet, but he regained possession of the ball with his super core Strength and explosiveness.
"Bang!"
After arriving at the attacking midfielder position, he observed and sent the ball to the right wing, where Ben Arfa faced relatively empty defense.
"Ben Arfa! He's going to face Oh Beom-seok's defense head-on, now he's definitely going to delay first!
"Other players need to retreat quickly, the defense in the penalty area is a bit empty!
"Ben Arfa! Shaking, dribbling... ah! He's past him! Cross into the penalty area! "Front point position! Yun Suk-young wants to stop it! Giroud scores, trailing zero to two."
On the field, as Giroud got up from the ground and rushed to the sidelines to celebrate with a rising dragon punch, the Korean Team commentator's tone dropped to the lowest point.
Sighs and tsk-tsks kept ringing out, and another commentator quickly complained, "This attack was obviously a very simple attack, in theory we should have been able to defend it, but we were careless! "I think it's still that goal just now that caused the players' mentality to be hit and affected, causing the situation to take a sharp turn for the worse, otherwise it wouldn't be like this!"
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As soon as these words came out, the commentator who spoke at the beginning quickly echoed, excitedly saying: "Yes! There's no momentum! We played very well at the beginning, that goal ruined everything! "People often say that one bad apple spoils the whole barrel, this principle also applies to the Football field and major sports fields.
"Sometimes, a controversial penalty brings not the controversy itself, but a powerful blow, which is why we admire fairness so much!"
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The barrage area was full of scolding, but all the Korean Team fans had to watch the French Team's collective celebration at this moment.
It could be seen that in the center of the line of sight, Maël stretched out his arms, smiling and hugging the goalscoring heroes Giroud and Ben Arfa, saying something, and then they quickly ran back to their own half.
At this moment, the camera suddenly turned, and people saw Matuidi running into the Korean Team's goal, picking up the ball one step ahead of the Korean players.
The Korean players stood beside him in surprise and anger, not knowing what to say, and not knowing whether to step forward to stop him.
It was clear that they were behind, it was clear that they were the ones who should pick up the ball and go out, but they didn't do it, instead, the French Team eagerly picked up the ball and went out.
"What is this?!"
Someone typed a question mark and an exclamation point on the barrage, but no one answered him.
Many smart people had already thought of it, this was naked contempt, this was humiliation, this was to nail them to the pillar of shame!
"Beep!"
The whistle sounded again. The social media and the Korean fans in the Stade de France were still noisy, but the Korean Team players on the field seemed to be feeling a little overwhelmed.
They were actually very clear about the gap between them and the French Team players, especially those in the team who played in European leagues.
If you observe carefully, you will find that most of those who just jumped up were players who play in the K League or Asian leagues.
Most of the Korean players who play in Europe are very low-key, do not participate in any disputes, and only focus on playing football.
Because they know very well that once they push the French Team into a corner, especially Maël, who scores goals like crazy in the Premier League and Champions League, the consequences will be devastating.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The sound of passing the football rang out one after another, and panic gradually appeared on the faces of the Korean Team players.
Even those players who do not play in Europe have realized that they seem to have made a mistake. They seem to have jumped too much, pushing the French Team and Maël into a corner.
But obviously, there is no remedy for this kind of mistake.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
In the 41st minute of the match, the French Team launched a series of passes on the right, compressing the Korean Team's formation very far back, briefly exposing a gap in front of the penalty area.
Maël quickly ran towards it, while discreetly reaching out for the football, hoping someone would see him and send the football over.
Ben Arfa then received a pass from right-back Debuchy. He faced the baseline, looking like he was going to cross from the bottom.
"Boom!"
However, his low sweeping pass sent the football to the front of the penalty area! As one of the four little swans of France, he showed his creativity at this moment, deceiving the Korean Team players with his body direction, and passing the football back to Maël at the best time! "Danger!!!"
In the Korean KTstudio studio, the commentator's voice was already hoarse and hysterical.
In the shot, Maël didn't make any preparations for Ball Control. He swung his left hand behind his body, and his right leg swung behind him before suddenly pulling it out.
"Whoosh!"
In the penalty area full of 'thorns', the football seemed to have eyes, drilling through the legs of countless Korean Team players blocking it, dodging the figures of countless French Team players, and darting towards the goal.
"Swish!" Before goalkeeper Jung Sung-ryong could even react to where the football was coming from, the football smashed into the lower right corner, almost tearing the net.
The football, with two forces from front and back, was really too fast! Three to zero! Maël's 25th goal for the national team! "Yeahhhh!!" Amid the cheers, he put one hand next to his ear, with an unruly look on his face, nodding up and down to the fans, as if to show that he wanted the noisy doubts to be even louder!
"Maël's signature Long Shot ah! Complete collapse, conceding 3 goals in the first half, this is not the team we are familiar with!"
In the Korean KT studio, the commentator really couldn't find any excuses this time.
Being hit by a counter-attack can be said that everyone went up and didn't come back. Being hit by pass control can be said that the distance between the lines was not well maintained, and there were mistakes.
Even if a goal is scored by mistake, it can be said that the defense was a little distracted and confused.
But being hit by a World Wave from a Long Shot, there is really nothing to say.
When Maël uses his signature stunt, you can't say that he was lucky to score a goal, and you can't say that he fouled before shooting, right?
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"???"
"How did they defend that?"
In the studio's bullet comment section, more than half of the comments disappeared within seconds, most people seemingly speechless.
Inside the Stade de France, the Korean Team's fans also fell silent, unsure how to react to the scene before them.
The players seemed to sense the fans' despondency, most of them hanging their heads, with only a few gesturing to quickly get the ball and restart the game, even if just to save face.
Losing by two goals is very different from losing by three; one is a minor defeat, while the other is a complete rout.
Even worse, if they concede another goal, it will be a crushing defeat! This is a dangerous scoreline, a scoreline shameful enough to be remembered.
"Bip!"
The kickoff whistle echoed in the ears of the Korean players like the tolling of a bell from hell. Looking at the spirited French Team, they knew very well that their nightmare was unlikely to end there.
The 43rd minute of the match, only two minutes had passed.
"Bang!"
Ben Arfa's corner kick soared into the penalty area, where the onrushing Koscielny burst through Kwak Tae-hwi and Yun Suk-young, unleashing a powerful diving header that once again pierced Jung Sung-ryong's goal. "Swish!"
Four to zero! Four in the first half!
The Korean Team's players were scratching their heads, and the Korean Team's fans were completely silent.
"Bip! Bip—!" Soon after, with two whistles from the referee, the two teams returned to their respective locker rooms for a break.
Deschamps leaned on the locker room table with both hands, looked around, and said only three sentences: "You did very well in the first half. In the second half, we must continue to maintain this!
"Don't think that a four-goal lead means you can relax. We must play at our best and score four more! Nasri and Sagna, go all out in the second half and try to score!"
"Ehiiii!!" As soon as he finished speaking, a chorus of table-slapping and shouting erupted. The French Team's players understood Deschamps' arrangement: to fight to the death! As players, they loved this kind of battle. Since Deschamps didn't care about the Korean Team's feelings, they naturally let go of their last bit of restraint.
"Bip!"
After the second half began, the French Team fielded almost their strongest lineup. Seeing this, the Korean players really wanted to flee the stadium at that moment.
Son Heung-min and other forwards no longer charged forward, instead returning to help the team defend, hoping to concede fewer goals.
Kwak Tae-hwi and Park Jong-woo also stopped showing off and honestly focused on wave after wave of defense, tentatively trying to curry favor with the French Team's players whenever they had the chance.
But it was too late.
"Bang!!"
In the 52nd minute, Nasri, who had just come on, charged straight into the penalty area along the right wing and hammered a low shot into the near corner, leaving goalkeeper Jung Sung-ryong standing still once again.
Five to zero! A resounding victory versus a crushing defeat! Korean Team coach Choi Kang-hee stood on the sidelines, his hands behind his back, gazing deeply at his own team's backfield, as if seeing a wasteland, a wasteland that had been bombed.
At this moment, he seriously doubted whether his three-center-back tactical system really had a problem.
Why such a complete defeat? The Korean Team is also one of the top teams in the world. There is a gap between them and the European champions, but they shouldn't be reduced to the level of Gibraltar or Malta, right? "Bip bip!"
In the 64th minute, Choi Kang-hee made a surrender-like substitution. Already trailing by five goals, he didn't bring on a forward to strengthen the attack and try to score one back. Instead, he took off Son Heung-min and brought on Kim Young-gwon to strengthen the defense.
"Boo! Boo! Boo!" The Korean Team's fans booed again. They didn't dare to boo the French Team's players, but they still dared to boo Choi Kang-hee.
Choi Kang-hee sat on the coach's bench with a very ugly expression, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles. He was already dark-skinned, and his dark face now gave people an even more 'comical' feeling.
After this scene was captured by the broadcast cameras, it was as if they had found a new outlet for venting. All the Korean Team fans, including the KT commentators, turned their anger towards him, treating him as a punching bag.
"Choi Kang-hee, resign!"
"Aish, what kind of team are you leading? With such a high world ranking, how can we lose so miserably?"
"I knew he was useless a long time ago, why hasn't he left yet?"
"If he doesn't leave, the Korean Team official website will be swamped!"
"These players are really something, even if you can't beat the French Team, can't you beat the French Team's players?!"
"I'm so done, aish!"
"..."
The game went on for the entire match, and the Korean Team fans cursed for the entire match, only the target of their curses gradually changed.
On the field, the game continued, and the French Team players' attacks remained fierce.
"Bang!"
In the 83rd minute, Nasri broke through on the right and sent in a cross from the baseline, the football flying towards the far post.
In the time since the Korean Team substituted Kim Young-gwon, their defense had gradually achieved Stabilization, and they seemed to be gradually keeping up with the French Team's offensive rhythm.
At this moment, all the Korean Team defenders turned around in unison, pointing to the far post, "Far post!! Park Jong-woo! Yours!!"
They felt that there was nothing wrong with their defense, as long as Park Jong-woo could clear the ball, the threat of this attack would be eliminated... In fact, that's what they had just been doing.
"Bang!!"
But after turning their heads, all the Korean Team players saw a 'heartless' scene.
Park Jong-woo glanced at Maël rushing in from the side, seemingly recalling the countless defenders who had been knocked away by him in the Premier League, a look of fear appeared in his eyes, and his movements became distorted as he jumped to clear the ball, shrinking his neck.
The ball was originally within his control, and judging from Maël's distance, he should have been able to clear it easily.
But this shrinking of his neck prevented him from clearing the ball on his first jump, giving Maël the chance to rush up and contest the header!
"Bang!!"
"Thump!"
"Slap!"
Just like the scene that constantly occurred in the Premier League, three muffled sounds rang out one after another. The first was the sound of Maël leaping up and heading the ball into the goal, the second was the sound of his body colliding with Park Jong-woo's.
As for the third sound, it was naturally the sound of Park Jong-woo falling to the ground.
"Swish!!" After the football slammed into the net without any suspense, Park Jong-woo was like a stray dog on the side of the road, kicked away and slammed heavily on the ground.
Six to zero!
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