"Wow!"
Such a brutal scene was a feast for the eyes of the French Team fans, and it also allowed them to vent their anger.
This is how you play!
This is how you win big! This is how you get a hat-trick! "Come on!!"
In the gentle northern wind, Maël nodded and smiled, pressing his hands down as he ran to the sidelines, celebrating wildly and venting his emotions.
His 26th goal for the national team! His 4th hat-trick for the national team!
All of this gave him a great sense of self, making him feel extremely comfortable inside.
If he could choose the timing of his hat-trick, then 'in a match against the Korean Team' would definitely be on his list!
"26 goals!"
The first to come up and celebrate was Giroud, who lifted Maël high from behind, "More than half of Henry's total goals! God, this is only your first year representing the French Team.
"I dare to swear that the future all-time leading scorer for the national team will definitely be you!"
Maël was in a good mood, turned his head and smiled, encouraging him: "You have a chance too, keep it up, I hope we will be good competitors."
"Haha...!" Giroud looked disbelieving, but also laughed, obviously very happy to hear these words from Maël.
Nasri, Matuidi and others also arrived afterwards, and they all sent their blessings to Maël.
Unlike the harmony here in the French Team, the Korean Team players behind them were already on the verge of collapse, complaining to each other with their hands spread out, and many were even angry.
"Park Jong-woo!!"
"Clear it out of there quickly, knowing that the ball doesn't have much speed, it's going to land near you, how can you give that kind of opportunity?"
"Yeah, if you can't head it the first time, just wait a bit, Maël is still far away from you, what are you afraid of?!"
The center of everyone's criticism, Park Jong-woo, blocked his eyes with his forearm, wiping the sweat from his face, also blocking his face, not wanting to show it to others.
After putting down his arm, looking at the faces of the people around him, he seemed to get angrier the more he thought about it, and was also on the verge of exploding, "Stop arguing, we've lost 6 goals already, are you planning to find a war criminal at this time?
"Then you have no responsibility for the first 5 goals? Want to generalize and shirk responsibility?! "Think carefully about how not to concede the 7th goal, how to face the outside world, a bunch of inwardly strong idiots!"
His last sentence caused many Korean players who were already angry to completely lose their minds.
Kim Bo-kyung walked towards Park Jong-woo with a fierce look, giving him a heavy push, making a dueling invitation gesture, "Son of a bitch!"
"What are you doing?!"
Their vicinity was completely plunged into chaos, and other Korean players also approached the two.
However, some went up to break up the fight, while others went up to secretly punch Park Jong-woo, fighting black fists.
With the outbreak of large-scale, farcical, teammate-on-teammate conflict, the last fig leaf of the Korean Team was completely torn off, and each of them seemed naked under the surrounding cameras.
That punch after punch, didn't seem to be hitting anyone, but rather hitting the face of the Korean Team.
"Boo boo boo!"
"&￥@*!"
The Korean fans in the Stade de France, witnessing their home team's behavior, realized that even the last bit of their dignity was gone, and erupted in disappointed boos and noise.
"It shouldn't be like this!"
Head coach Choi Kang-hee stood on the sidelines, constantly gesturing with his hands, "It shouldn't be like this!"
But his complaints, in the face of everything spiraling out of control at this moment, seemed incredibly weak. No one would pay attention to him, nor would anyone listen to what he said.
"..." In the Korean Team's commentary box, the two commentators fell into a silence that lasted for about 2 minutes.
The broadcast signal source was not in their hands. Apart from watching their own players brawl on the international stage, they had no other choice.
In fact, the station director could have switched the camera to the broadcast room, but doing so would undoubtedly stir up even greater controversy and make the matter even more sensational.
"What are they doing!"
"I'm really fed up, don't they want any face at all?!"
"Fighting their own teammates? Can't they fight the French Team? Do they think they can't beat them?!"
"These players are so stupid! I really can't bear to watch anymore, I feel like my face is burning!"
"A bunch of trash! Trash who lose the game and lose their dignity! What are the commentators doing, just standing there? Didn't you say we would win?"
"Everything is gone!"
In the barrage comments section, Korean Team fans were unusually angry and started spewing insults, even shifting their anger to the commentators.
Both commentators revealed helplessness on their faces. If they had known it would be like this, they would never have appeared in the broadcast room for this match, no matter what.
"Damn!"
"Kill him!"
Inside the Stade de France, the chaos continued. Only the French fans and players watched the brawling Korean Team like it was a show, as if nothing was happening.
After another minute or so, with the help of the Korean Team coaching staff and the relatively rational substitute players, the turmoil finally subsided slowly.
"Beep beep!"
The referee quickly blew the whistle for a substitution. The substitution board was raised at the sideline, Cabaye came on, and Maël went off.
The camera focused on Deschamps, his face showing obvious concern. He was clearly afraid that the Korean Team players, who had lost their minds, would make retaliatory moves against Maël, causing him to get injured.
This substitution was to protect the player.
Maël is now the face of the French Team, the hope for French players to win the Golden Ball again. He can't afford to be injured, and his injury would come at a great cost.
"Clap clap clap!"
Amidst the applause, Maël clapped his hands as he walked off the field, leaving work early.
He will not play in the next game against Armenia. His next appearance after this substitution should be his last game of this international matchday, against the Czech.
"Slap!" After high-fiving Cabaye, he took a towel and returned to the bench to sit down, looking at the field with anticipation, hoping that his teammates could continue to score goals.
He knew that the other French Team players would not stop the horn of attack. They would definitely launch an assault towards a greater victory!
As he expected, in the 86th minute of the match, Nasri, who came on as a substitute and was in hot form, unleashed his power.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
He used an unexpected dribble to directly cut into the dangerous area of the Korean Team's penalty area, dribbling all the way to the baseline near the small penalty area line, and then passed the ball back with one foot.
Everyone's eyes turned towards the penalty spot in the penalty area, where Giroud arrived and unleashed a steady, accurate, and ruthless side-foot shot.
"Boom!"
"Swish!"
Seven to zero! The Korean Team's players lowered their heads with their hands on their hips, and Choi Kang-hee on the sidelines did the same. Giroud and Nasri ran towards the sidelines with their arms around each other's shoulders, shaking their heads and laughing.
"Aish!"
"Screw you!"
After this goal, the Korean Team's players seemed to suddenly realize and turned their attention to the French Team's players, constantly using retaliatory big moves, hoping to force the French Team's players to dare not attack.
However, this trick might be useful for others, but for the French Team's players who had just won the European Cup and were full of energy, it was useless.
The fiercer their movements and the more provocative their expressions, the more determined the French players were to beat them.
What's more, this was not a match in South Korea, but a match at the French Team's home stadium, and the referee would not help them.
"Beep!"
In the 88th minute of the match, Kim Bo-kyung received his second yellow card for a frontal, proactive flying kick, and left the Stade de France early.
The Korean Team, playing with 10 men, was in an even more difficult situation. Two minutes later, Son Heung-min, who was chasing back, tripped Cabaye, who had formed a one-on-one in the penalty area, directly giving away a red card and a penalty!
Playing with 9 men! "Boom!!"
Nasri then blasted the penalty kick in, changing the score to eight to zero.
After discovering that the French Team was playing more and more fiercely, the Korean Team's players began to frequently turn their heads to look at the sidelines, hoping to get a relatively short period of stoppage time.
If the stoppage time was long, wouldn't there be a risk of being beaten into double digits by the French Team? A table tennis score? "Second half stoppage time, 5 minutes!!" The on-site announcer's French then sounded, and the Korean Team's players didn't understand it very well, turning their heads to look at the sidelines and finding that the referee's raised sign had the striking number '5' on it.
It's over!
This was the first thought in everyone's mind. They, playing with 9 men, also quickly gathered together, setting up a bus defense in front of the penalty area.
"Boom!!"
Two minutes later, Sagna, outside the penalty area, faced the Korean Team's clearance and blasted the ball back towards the Korean Team's goal with a heavy cannon.
"Crack!" The football hit Park Jong-woo and refracted, shaking past Jung Sung-ryong, who originally had the correct judgment, and rolled into the net.
Park Jong-woo and Jung Sung-ryong both fell to the ground in response, as if they had lost all means of resistance.
Nine to zero! "Clap clap.!" Maël on the sidelines smiled, got up, and clapped his hands, almost cheering.
He also noticed that the expressions of the French Team's players on the field, who had scored 9 goals, had changed. Many people looked at each other, confirming something.
Maël knew very well that they were about to completely sound the horn to attack for 10 goals! That was confirming tactical intentions!
Deschamps in front of him did not have any 'stop' instructions at the moment, only standing coldly on the sidelines with his arms folded, seemingly waiting for a good show to begin.
"Beep!"
After the restart, the French Team players went wild, attacking as if they were behind despite leading nine to zero.
The Korean Team, humiliated, struggled to parry, hoping to hold on for the last few minutes.
But they failed.
In the 94th minute of the match, with less than 20 seconds left until the final whistle, Cabaye's cross from the wing into the penalty area sealed their fate.
On the right, Matuidi, who had surged into the penalty area, leaped high and headed the ball towards the Korean Team's goal.
Jung Sung-ryong desperately dove to make a save. In his nearly 20 years of goalkeeper training and career, he had never wanted to save his team more than at this moment.
"Swish!" But he still missed. His hand missed the football by a hair's breadth, and he could even feel the breeze of the football's passage on his fingertips.
Willpower, at times, is very weak in the face of absolute strength.
Ten to zero! Double digits! "Aaahhhh!!" The French Team fans all stood up and cheered, as they hadn't seen a double-digit score in a long time.
Moreover, there are definitely very few teams in the world that can score double digits against a team ranked in the top 50 in world football! They did it! "Nice!!"
On the sidelines, Maël leaped up with a smile, then clapped his hands forcefully. They had set the goal of a big win against the Korean Team not long after the start of the match, and now, they had done their best.
"Another one in..." In the KT studio, the voices of the two Korean Team commentators were almost lifeless. Their hearts were completely shattered by the repeated blows, and they even began to doubt whether they had chosen the right profession.
Inside the Stade de France, many Korean fans who had traveled from afar were crying and cursing.
They didn't expect to travel so far and spend so much money, only to see such a match.
Who could accept it?
"Beep! Beep! Beep—!" Three long whistles sounded appropriately after the kickoff, as if everything had been scripted in advance. The French Team scored 10 goals against the Korean Team, end.
The Korean Team players ran back to the player tunnel as if fleeing, escaping the place that saddened them.
They paid the price for their arrogance and ignorance, and were also punished for the ugliness of the World Cup ten years ago.
Maël got up, applauding, and smiled as he walked towards his teammates on the field, joining them in circling the field to thank the fans.
The air was filled with the taste of joy. Even though this match was just an international A-level friendly, even if they wouldn't win any championships, a big win in a match you particularly wanted to win was still intoxicating!
Not long after, Giroud, who had run to the locker room to change clothes, suddenly ran back in a panic, shouting from a distance: "Go back quickly! The Korean Team players broke into the locker room, and Sagna is fighting them!"
"What?!"
Maël and the others all turned their heads, exchanged glances, and their adrenaline soared, and they quickly rushed towards the player tunnel.
Back in the locker room, they indeed saw Park Jong-woo and others pushing Sagna.
"Bang!!"
Maël kicked over the shelf next to him, shattering the aluminum alloy connecting pipes on it, then picked up a stick and rushed in quickly.
Other French Team players also quickly picked up a stick and rushed towards the locker room.
Park Jong-woo and the others turned their heads when they heard the sound, and saw more than a dozen angry strong men holding weapons. Their expressions immediately became clear, but it was too late.
"Kill them!!"
Someone shouted, and the French Team players quickly surrounded the six Korean Team players, and a rain of muffled blows quickly landed on them.
After 95 minutes of battle on the field, another round of battle began for both sides back in the locker rooms.
"Here they come!"
"Axi!!"
Soon, a Korean Team staff member went to the Korean locker room to report the news, and other Korean players also rushed into the French Team locker room, where an even greater chaos erupted.
However, having initially been caught off guard by the numerical disadvantage, they quickly couldn't withstand the Frenchmen's clubbing.
Seven or eight Koreans were the first to fall, protecting their faces and heads with their hands, losing any means of fighting back.
Their fall further widened the disadvantage on the Korean side, and soon, all the Koreans were lying in the French Team's locker room, with blood splattered everywhere.
"Stop fighting!"
"Everyone stop!!"
Seeing that the fight inside was over, the French police observing from outside quickly rushed in, surrounded the players from both sides, and ended the brawl.
Maël threw the club on the ground. Being stronger, he hadn't suffered any injuries, belonging to the type who constantly outputs damage and rarely loses health.
And so, a group of injured Korean Team players were quickly escorted back to their locker room, while a huge cheer erupted in the French Team's locker room, "Yeahhh!"
"Two consecutive wins! French Team defeats Korean Team 10-0 in 'friendly' match, achieving the largest score in recent international A-level matches. After the match, players from both sides engaged in a brawl in the locker room! Korean Team provoked it first, but were severely beaten!" - French L'Équipe
"Park Jong-woo angrily storms into the French Team's locker room! French Team's 22 club-wielding men retaliate! A new clubbing incident erupts! It is said that Maël kicked over a shelf, providing weapons for the French players!" - Zhibo8
"Zero to ten! The darkest day in Korean Football!" - South Korea KT
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