Emperor Lin's Brutal Aesthetics, Spain National Team 2:0 France National Team!

By the time the first half entered stoppage time, Spain National Team still had not scored their second goal.

This let the French fans in the stands breathe a slight sigh of relief. Many of them kept checking the stoppage time, wishing they could hit a fast-forward button and make time race ahead.

With just thirty seconds left in stoppage time, the France National Team players wished they could all retreat into their own penalty area to defend.

But Spain National Team had not given up. They were still mounting their final attack of the first half.

With their opponents voluntarily dropping back, Spain National Team smoothly passed through midfield. But as they approached the opposing penalty area, they met stubborn resistance.

Lin Quan tried to force his way through with the ball but was fouled by his opponent.

Matuidi knocked him down from the side. The referee blew his whistle and awarded Spain National Team a free kick.

Seeing Spain National Team earn a free kick opportunity in the attacking third, the French fans in the stands could no longer sit still.

Many felt Matuidi's foul had been unnecessary. There were plenty of defenders in their own penalty area. Even if Lin Quan got through, could he really dribble past everyone in the box and score?

Uh...

It actually seemed possible!

If it had been anyone else, they certainly would not have believed it.

But if it was Lin Quan, the French fans were far less certain.

Because this guy really had pulled off miracles like that before!

Lin Quan stood over the ball, preparing to take the free kick himself.

Compared with the previous free kick, this one was positioned slightly more to the left, around thirty meters from goal.

Though it was a little farther than last