Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 259: Koreans who lost their minds! One game on the field, one game off the field!
"Wow!"

Such a brutal scene was a feast for the eyes for the fans of the French team and also allowed them to vent their anger.

That’s how you should kick!

We must win big!
Just wear a hat!
"Come on!!"

In the warm north wind, Maher nodded and smiled, ran to the edge of the court with his hands down, celebrating wildly and venting his emotions.

His 26th goal for the national team!
The fourth time the national team has scored a hat trick!

All of this gave him a good feeling about himself and made him feel extremely comfortable.

If he could choose when to score a hat-trick, then 'against South Korea' would definitely be on his list!

“Nine now!”

The first one to come over to celebrate was Giroud, who lifted Maher high from behind and said, "That's more than half of Henry's total goals! God, this is only your first year playing for France.

"I swear, the future national team history champion will definitely be yours!"

Maher was in a good mood. He turned around and encouraged with a smile: "You have a chance too. Come on. I hope we can be good competitors."

"Haha!" Giroud looked unconvinced, but he also laughed. He obviously liked hearing these words from Maher's mouth.

Nasri, Matuidi and others arrived later and they all sent their blessings to Maher.

Unlike the harmony of the French team, the South Korean players behind them were on the verge of collapse. They spread their hands and complained to each other, and many of them were even angry.

“Park Jong-woo!!”

"Hurry up and clear the ball. You know the ball has no speed and is going to land right next to you. How could you give it that chance?"

"Yeah, if you can't reach it the first time, just wait a moment. Mahel is still far away from you, what are you afraid of?!"

Park Jong-woo, the center of everyone's accusations, used his arms to block his eyes and wipe the sweat off his face. He was also hiding his face so as not to show it to others.

After putting down his arms, he looked at the faces of the people around him. He seemed to be getting angrier and angrier, and was on the verge of exploding, "Stop arguing. We've lost 6. Are you planning to find a war criminal now?

"Then you have no responsibility for the first five goals conceded? Are you trying to generalize and shirk responsibility?!
"Think carefully about how not to lose the 7th goal and how to face the outside world, you are a bunch of idiots who are bullying at home!"

His last words made many Korean players, who were already angry, completely lose their minds.

Kim Bo Kyung walked towards Park Jong Woo with a fierce look on his face, and pushed him hard, inviting him to a duel, "Son of a bitch!"

"What?!"

There was complete chaos in their vicinity, and other Korean players also approached the two.

It's just that some people went up to stop the fight, while others went up to secretly hit Park Jong-woo and engage in underground boxing.

As a large-scale, comical conflict between teammates broke out, the last fig leaf of the South Korean team was completely torn off, and each of them seemed to be naked under the cameras around them.

Those punches didn't seem to be hitting anyone, but more like hitting the South Korean team in the face.

"Uu uh uh!"

"&￥@*!"

The Korean fans in the Stade de France looked at the home team's performance and realized that they had lost their last bit of face, so they burst into disappointed boos and noise.

“It shouldn’t be like this!”

Head coach Choi Kang-hee stood on the sidelines, spreading his hands and saying, "This shouldn't be the case!"

But his complaints seemed so powerless at this moment when everything was out of control. No one would pay attention to him or listen to what he said.

"."In the commentary room of the South Korean team, the two commentators fell into silence for about 2 minutes.

The broadcast signal source is not in their hands, and they have no choice but to watch their own players fighting on the international field.

In fact, our director could have cut the camera to the broadcast room, but doing so would undoubtedly have caused greater controversy and made the matter even more sensational.

"What are you all doing!"

"I really give in. Don't you have any shame at all?!"

"Fighting our own people? Can't we fight the French? Do you think you can't win?!"

"These players are so stupid! I really can't bear to watch it any longer. My face is burning!"

"A bunch of losers! Losers who lost the game and lost face! What is the commentator standing there for? Didn't you say we would win?"

"Nothing left!"

In the barrage section, fans of the South Korean team were extremely angry and started to troll, even taking their anger out on the commentator.

Both commentators showed helplessness on their faces. If they had known this situation, they would never have appeared in the broadcast room for this game.

"Grass!"

"Fuck him!"

The chaos continued inside the Stade de France. Only the French fans and players seemed to be indifferent and watched the brawl between the South Korean team like a spectator.

After more than a minute, the storm finally subsided with the help of the South Korean coaching staff and the relatively rational substitute players.

"Beep!"

The referee quickly blew the substitution whistle and the substitution card was raised on the sidelines, Kabaye came on and Maher left the field.

The camera turned to Deschamps, with obvious worry on his face. He was obviously afraid that the irrational South Korean players would retaliate against Mahel, causing Mahel to be injured.

This substitution is to protect the players.

Maher is now the face of the French team and the hope for French players to win the Golden Ball again. He cannot afford to be injured, and his injury will be very costly.

"Clap clap clap!"

Amid the applause, Maher clapped his hands and walked off the court, leaving get off work early.

He will not play in the next match against Armenia. His next appearance this time should be his last match in this international match day, against the Czech Republic.

"Pa!" After high-fiving Kabaye, he took a towel and sat back on the bench, looking at the court with anticipation, hoping that his teammates could continue to score goals.

He knew that the other French players would not stop attacking, they would definitely launch an attack towards a greater victory!

As he expected, in the 86th minute of the game, Nasri, who came on as a substitute and was in hot form, showed his strength.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

He used an unexpected dribbling ball directly into the dangerous area in the South Korean team's penalty area, dribbled the ball all the way to the bottom line near the small penalty area line, and then kicked it back.

Everyone's eyes were looking towards the penalty spot in the penalty area, where Giroud arrived and made a steady, accurate and fierce shot.

"Oh!"

"Shh!"

Seven to zero!
The South Korean players put their hands on their hips and lowered their heads. Choi Kang-hee on the sidelines did the same. Giroud and Nasri ran to the sidelines arm in arm, laughing and shaking their heads.

"Aye!"

"Fuck you!" After this goal, the South Korean players seemed to have suddenly realized something and turned their attention to the French players, constantly making retaliatory moves, hoping to force the French players not to attack.

However, this trick may be useful to others, but it is useless to the French players who just won the European Cup and are in high spirits.

The more ferocious their movements and the more provocative their expressions, the more determined the French players became to beat them.

What's more, this is not a game in South Korea, but a game at the French team's home court, and the referee will not help them.

"Beep!"

In the 88th minute of the game, Kim Bo-kyung received his second yellow card for his frontal kick and left the Stade de France early.

The South Korean team, which was fighting with 10 players, was in an even more difficult situation. Two minutes later, Son Heung-min, who was chasing back, tripped Cabaye who had a one-on-one chance in the penalty area, and directly received a red card!

9 people fighting!
"Bang!!"

Nasri then scored the penalty kick, changing the score to 8-0.

After noticing that the French team was playing more and more fiercely, the South Korean players began to frequently turn their heads to look at the sidelines, hoping to get a shorter amount of extra time.

If there was a long extra time, wouldn't there be a real risk of being beaten by double digits by the French team?
Table tennis score?
"Five minutes of extra time in the second half!" The French voice of the announcer was then heard. The South Korean players did not quite understand what he said and turned to look at the sidelines. They found that the referee was holding up a sign with a striking number '5' written on it.

Finished!

This was the first thought in everyone’s mind. The nine-man team quickly moved together and set up a bus defense in front of the penalty area.

"Bang!!"

Two minutes later, Sagna faced the Korean team's clearance outside the penalty area and fired a powerful shot back towards the Korean team's goal.

"Snap!" The football hit Park Jong-woo and refracted, passing Zheng Chenglong who had made the correct judgment, and rolled into the net.

Park Jong-woo and Zheng Chenglong both fell to the ground, as if they had lost all means of resistance.

Nine to zero!
"Pa pa!" Maher on the sidelines stood up and clapped his hands, almost cheering.

He also noticed that the expressions of the French players on the field, who had scored 9 goals, changed, and many of them looked at each other, confirming something.

Maher knew very well that they were about to blow the horn to hit the 10-goal mark!
That is to confirm the tactical intention!

Deschamps in front of him did not give any instructions to "stop" at this moment. He just stood on the sidelines with his arms folded, as if waiting for the show to begin.

"Beep!"

After the next kick-off, the French players went into a frenzy, leading 9-0 but they attacked as if they were behind.

The South Korean team was struggling to hold on in humiliation, hoping to hold on for the last few minutes.

But they failed.

In the 94th minute of the game, with less than 20 seconds left before the final whistle, Cabaye's cross from the wing into the penalty area announced their death sentence.

On the right side, Matuidi, who had penetrated into the penalty area, jumped high and headed the ball towards the South Korean goal.

Zheng Chenglong dived with a look of despair. In his nearly 20 years of goalkeeper training and career, there has never been a moment when he wanted to save the team by making a save as much as he did at that moment.

"Swish!" But he still missed the ball. His hand missed the football by a hair's breadth. He even felt the breeze of the football on his fingertips.

Willpower is sometimes powerless in the face of absolute strength.

Ten to zero!
It’s in double digits!
"Aaahhhh!!" The fans of the French team all stood up and cheered. They hadn't seen a double-digit score for a long time.

Moreover, there are absolutely very few teams in the world that can score even-digit scores against teams ranked in the top 50 in world football!
They did it!
"Nice!!"

At the edge of the court, Maher jumped up with a smile, and then clapped his hands vigorously. They had set the goal of defeating the South Korean team shortly after the start of the game, and now, they have done their best.

"Entering" KT's studio again, the voices of the two Korean team commentators were almost half dead. Their hearts were completely broken under repeated blows, and they even doubted whether they had made the right choice of this profession.

Inside the Stade de France, many fans of the Korean expeditionary force who came from afar were crying and cursing.

They didn't expect that after traveling so far and spending so much money, they would see a game like this.

Who can accept it?

"Beep! Beep! Beep!" Three long whistles sounded at the right time after the kick-off, as if everything had been written in the script long ago. The French team beat the South Korean team 10 goals and it ended.

The South Korean players ran back to the player tunnel as if fleeing, escaping from the place that made them sad.

They paid the price for their arrogance and ignorance, and were punished for the ugliness in the World Cup ten years ago.

Maher stood up and clapped, then walked towards his teammates on the field with a smile and walked around the field with them to thank the team.

The air was filled with the smell of joy, even though this game was just an international A-level friendly, and even though they wouldn't win any championship if they won, it was still intoxicating to win a big victory in a game that you particularly wanted to win!

Not long after, Giroud, who had run to the locker room to change clothes, suddenly ran over in panic and shouted from a distance: "Go back! South Korean players broke into the locker room, and Sagna fought with them!"

"what?!"

Maher and others turned around at the same time, and after looking at each other, their adrenaline surged rapidly, and they quickly rushed to the player tunnel in unison.

After returning to the locker room, they indeed saw Park Jong-woo and others pushing Sagna.

"boom!!"

Maher kicked over the shelf next to him, breaking the aluminum alloy connecting pipes on it into pieces, then picked up a stick and rushed in quickly.

The other French players also quickly picked up a stick and rushed to the locker room.

When Park Jong-woo and others heard the sound and turned around, they saw more than a dozen angry and armed men. Their expressions immediately became clear, but it was too late.

"Kill them!!"

Someone shouted, and the French players quickly surrounded the six Korean players, and clubs rained down on them.

After 95 minutes of fighting on the field, the two sides returned to the sidelines and another round of fighting began.

"coming!"

"Assi!!"

Soon, a South Korean team staff member went to the South Korean locker room to tip off the situation, and other South Korean players also poured into the French team locker room, where even greater chaos broke out.

However, they were outnumbered at the beginning and soon could not withstand the French stick force.

Seven or eight Koreans fell down first, using their hands to protect their faces, heads and other vital parts, and lost their means of fighting back.

Their fall increased South Korea's disadvantage once again. Soon, all the Koreans were lying in the French team's locker room, with blood everywhere.

"stop fighting!"

“Stop it!!”

Seeing that the fight was over, the French police who were observing from the sidelines quickly rushed in, surrounded the players from both sides, and ended the fight.

Mael threw the stick on the ground. Since he was stronger, he was not hurt at all. He kept outputing damage and rarely lost blood.

Just like that, a group of injured players from the South Korean team were quickly escorted back to their locker room, while the French team's locker room erupted in huge cheers, "Yeahhh!"

"Two wins in a row! France beat South Korea 10-0 in a friendly match, the biggest score in recent international A-level matches. After the game, players from both teams had a big fight in the locker room! South Korea started the fight first, but got beaten up!" - L'Equipe, France

"Park Jong-woo stormed into the French team's locker room! The 22 French players fought back! A new "stick gate" broke out! It is said that Maher kicked over the shelf to get weapons for the French players!" - Live Bar
"0-10! The darkest day for Korean football!" - KT Rolster
(End of this chapter)