After a spell of passing the ball around, Spain National Team finally launched an attack against their opponents.
The spectators erupted in deafening cheers. The enormous wave of support swept over the stadium, making the players on the pitch feel as though they had been injected with adrenaline. Their blood began to boil, and their spirits soared.
Lin Quan drove forward with the ball. After getting past Giroud's pressure, he moved out wide and played a one-two with David Silva before carrying the ball in from the flank into the opposition's half-space.
Kante charged straight at him, and Lin Quan passed to Diego Costa, who had found space.
Costa could not turn, so after receiving the ball with his back to goal, he laid it back to Isco, who had followed through the middle.
The moment Isco received the ball, Pogba appeared in front of him. He hurriedly looked for Lin Quan, but Mbappe was lurking on his passing lane.
Wary of his opponent's pace, Isco did not dare make the pass, afraid that Mbappe would intercept it and launch an immediate counterattack.
On his right, Alba had not yet reached the halfway line and was temporarily unavailable. Isco could only pass the ball back to Busquets.
By the time Busquets got the ball, he was already thirty meters away from Lin Quan and the others. From such a distance, he naturally could not loft the ball into the crowd for Lin Quan.
Spain National Team's first probing attack was forced back by their opponents.
"Good!"
"Brilliant defending!"
"France National Team are awesome!"
The French fans in the stands were extremely excited after seeing their team's defense. The match had only just begun, and with no goals yet, any success in the battle between attack and defense could draw cheers