We Are the Champions! (Finale)

France National Team's four wide players failed to intercept the ball and instead allowed their opponents to push it into the dangerous area just outside their penalty box.

The atmosphere on the pitch suddenly changed. The French players, who had been brimming with ambition moments ago, all began to panic.

They had fought so hard just to pull one goal back. They could not let their opponents score again.

So when Lin Quan dribbled past N'Zonzi, Pogba came charging in from the side and knocked Lin Quan to the ground, ending Spain National Team's ground attack with a tactical foul.

Of course, Pogba paid the price for it.

The referee decisively showed Pogba a yellow card. Pogba had clearly gone straight for the man, so the booking was fully deserved. If anything, it might have been too lenient.

Lin Quan rubbed his shoulder. That kid Pogba was a little dirty. He had put a lot of force into that collision, as if he had been afraid he would not knock Lin Quan down.

Had it been another player, their shoulder might well have been injured, forcing them off the pitch.

"Lin, are you all right?"

Iniesta had been close to where it happened, so he knew exactly how hard Pogba's collision had been.

He asked worriedly, afraid Lin Quan might get injured at this moment.

"I'm fine. Are you taking this free kick, or am I?"

Iniesta had not taken a single shot since coming on, so Lin Quan wanted to give him an opportunity.

"I'll take it!"

Iniesta hesitated for a moment but ultimately did not refuse Lin Quan's kindness.

He truly wanted to score in his farewell match for the national team and put a perfect full stop to his international career.

"All right, I'll be your decoy!"