"Lin Quan's goal killed the game!"
"France National Team's efforts over the past several dozen minutes had all turned to dust before this goal of his!"
"There isn't much time left for France National Team!"
Lin Quan's goal instantly ignited the entire stadium. Commentators from every country explained the significance of his goal to fans watching around the world in rapid-fire bursts.
The match was already nearing the 70th minute. France National Team had finally managed to score and recover some of their morale.
But Lin Quan had now scored again, reopening the gap, while leaving them even less time than before.
This greatly increased the difficulty of catching up, especially since Spain National Team's momentum, which had nearly been completely suppressed, had all returned because of Lin Quan's goal.
Conversely, after conceding this goal, France National Team's previously unstoppable momentum had vanished without a trace.
With one side rising while the other fell, it would probably not be easy for them to regain their earlier form.
That was why so many commentators believed Lin Quan's goal had killed the game!
When Spain National Team's players saw Lin Quan score, they all charged over to celebrate as if they had gone mad.
They knew only too well what this goal meant to them!
"Quick, make a substitution, immediately!"
Bosque's mind remained exceptionally calm. Lin Quan's goal had allowed Spain National Team to stabilize the situation once again.
But France National Team's earlier attack had proven that their existing defensive system could not stop them, so they had to strengthen their defense immediately.
Thus, he chose to send Thiago on to replace the exhausted David Silva.
Thiago was physically strong and an all-around midfielder capable of both attacking and defending.
His presence could effectively raise the defensive intensity in Spain National