Chapter 308: Chapter 255: 9-0 Bloodbath, A Fall into the Abyss

Scolari and the others were silent.

They knew South Korea couldn’t possibly beat Spain in this match, but they hadn’t expected the South Korea Team’s collapse to come so quickly.

In the 41st minute of the first half, Fernando Morientes, the star striker who had just helped Real Madrid win the Champions League, dribbled past two defenders in the box and slotted the ball into the far corner.

3-0!

Antonio Lopez grinned. He felt like the South Korea Team had been beaten into a daze.

The other assistant coach, Tesla, said grimly, "Playing like this, isn’t Camacho afraid he won’t make it out of South Korea?"

He had seen the news. He knew that after the match between the United States and South Korea, the United States Team’s bus had been surrounded by South Korean fans.

But South Korea didn’t dare provoke the United States, so they dispatched a large number of police to protect the United States Team.

Spain, however, wouldn’t get the same treatment.

Playing a match of this bloody magnitude on their home turf, they really had to consider the consequences.

Just then, Chen Yu started clapping.

’I wish I could be there to see it live!’

「Halftime.」

On TV, the Japanese guest commentators also began making sarcastic remarks about South Korea.

The South Koreans had forcibly snatched half of the hosting rights from them; you couldn’t expect the Japanese to be happy about it.

The Japanese host was holding back laughter, practically wanting to sing, "I watched him build his great tower, and I watched his tower fall."

When the second half began, every South Korean player looked like they just wanted the match to end. They even seemed to have surrendered, showing no inclination to attack.

But Spain didn’t let up.

Who knew if Camacho was planning to thank his American bros from afar and vent some anger on the United States Team’s behalf. Just seven minutes into the second half, Raul unleashed a worldie from thirty yards out that once again pierced the South Korea Team’s goal.

4-0!

The South Korean fans in the stands had already started cursing and throwing drink bottles.

But it wasn’t over. Just five minutes later, off a Spanish corner kick, the towering Yela leaped up and, with a magnificent lion’s flick of his head, found the back of the South Korea Team’s net again.

5-0!

The key thing was, this was Yela, Spain’s starting center-back. He had pushed all the way up to the goal mouth, which just showed how fiercely Spain was attacking.

Scolari and the others winced as they watched.

This was shaping up to be another Saudi Arabia massacre!

On the field, perhaps because he was the captain of Spain and had scored in his final World Cup, Yela was overly excited. He completely forgot he was playing in a South Korean stadium and even waved to the fans in the stands.

Of course, he might have been waving to the few Spanish fans present.

But his wave was immediately seen as a provocation by the South Korean fans.

"Fuck!"

Not only were the fans furious, but the South Korean players on the field were also simmering with rage. The veteran Huang Shanhong couldn’t stand watching Yela gloat in front of him. He charged forward, gave Yela a hard shove, and then pointed at him while unleashing a torrent of angry curses.

Yela was stunned. ’I’m just celebrating my goal. Why the hell are you shoving me?’

"Calm down." Puyol, who was right nearby, quickly stepped in to stop him.

Huang Shanhong had clearly lost his cool. With another "Fuck!", he smashed his head into Puyol’s face.

Instantly, Puyol’s vision went black and he staggered backward.

TWEET! TWEET! TWEET!

Vigara, who was already dark-skinned, had an even darker expression now. He rushed over, forcibly separated the furious players, and without hesitation, showed Huang Shanhong a red card.

One wasn’t enough. He also gave a red card to the South Korean midfielder Song Zongguo, who had started shoving during the scuffle.

He went on a rampage, showing zero tolerance and sending off two players in one go.

Perhaps afraid he had been too harsh, he then turned and gave a yellow card to the Spanish midfielder Balaha as well.

The South Korean fans in the stands went from initial fury to complete despair.

It was now 8 against 11.

Puyol, his face covered in blood, was substituted off the field.

And his exit only further enraged the Spanish players.

At halftime, Camacho had told them that scoring two more goals in the second half would be enough.

A 5-0 score was a massacre, but still barely justifiable. If they really went for an 8-0 or something similar, he was afraid he wouldn’t make it out of the stadium.

But now, the enraged Spain Team had no intention of calling off the attack.

against 8—the advantage was too great.

And Vigara’s iron-fisted officiating meant the South Korea Team didn’t dare make any overly aggressive moves.

In the 66th minute, Raul shook off a defender and unleashed a furious shot, scoring his first-ever World Cup hat trick.

And just six minutes later, Spain scored again from a corner kick.

7-0!

The camera panned across the stands, where countless South Korean fans had their heads in their hands. Many female fans were crying uncontrollably.

Scolari turned to look at Chen Yu and sighed, "They’re not going to tie the record for the biggest goal difference in the World Cup, are they?"

If he remembered correctly, the largest goal difference in World Cup history was nine goals.

Across from him, Lopez added grimly, "And one of those times involved South Korea."

Back in 1954, the Hungarian "Dream Team" met the South Korea Team in the first round of the World Cup and won 9-0, an epic massacre.

And now it was already 7-0. The way the Spain Team was playing, it was highly likely the South Koreans would once again experience the taste of a nine-goal catastrophe.

"Oh?" Chen Yu wasn’t aware of these records. He raised his wine glass and said, "Then today is truly a wonderful day."

Scolari didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Logically speaking, the South Korea Team wasn’t weak.

This particular match was just a perfect storm of unfortunate timing and circumstances.

First, they had a pyrrhic victory against the United States, losing four core players. Then, FIFA, likely afraid of criticism, assigned a referee who was incredibly strict and sent off three of their players at once.

In this situation, even a team like Argentina would have suffered a crushing defeat.

At this point, the South Korean players on the field seemed to get anxious, defending much more proactively. A loss was certain, but losing like this was just too miserable.

However, the difference in numbers was immense. This was no longer a problem that proactiveness could solve.

In the 80th minute, Tristan took advantage of the chaos in the penalty area to poke the ball into the net, also successfully scoring his first-ever World Cup hat trick.

8-0!

Li Yunzai, hailed as Asia’s number one goalkeeper, angrily kicked the ball. This was the eighth time he had to retrieve it from his own net.

And Vigara, who had already sent off three South Korean players with an iron fist and single-handedly created this historic massacre, twisted the knife one more time.

In the 89th minute, just as the match was about to end, a South Korean player tripped Raul in the penalty area. The referee walked over, first showed a yellow card, and then awarded Spain a penalty kick.

It was a sunny day in Gwangju, with ground temperatures over thirty degrees Celsius. But as the hot wind blew over the tens of thousands of South Korean fans, it felt like the dead of winter had arrived, leaving them trembling from the chill.

Raul showed no mercy, slotting the ball into the South Korea Team’s goal once again.

After scoring, Raul ran around the field in excitement. He had never dreamed that he would one day score four goals in a single World Cup match.

9-0. A record-breaking massacre.

In the conference room, the atmosphere was a bit heavy. The South Korea Team’s loss wasn’t just miserable; it was brutal.

Just then, Ronaldo said grimly, "Raul scored four goals in this match. Doesn’t that mean he’s tied with me?"

Because of his hat trick in the previous match, Ronaldo was at the top of the goal-scoring chart with 8 goals, looking down on all contenders.

Before this match, Raul had 4 goals and was in 5th place. With this one game, he had shot up to first.

Ronaldo was a little annoyed. ’Beating a South Korea Team like this is completely worthless. If it were me, I probably would have scored five or six goals by now.’

Vigara didn’t shorten the stoppage time just because the South Korea Team was losing so badly. He meticulously added 5 minutes of injury time.

Before the match, FIFA had given clear instructions: officiate fairly and impartially, and give the media absolutely no cause for complaint.

Even in these few minutes, Spain was still looking for opportunities to score.

When time ran out and Vigara blew the final whistle, the South Korean players collapsed straight onto the ground.

Several of them started crying on the spot.

They had never suffered such a miserable defeat!

And in the stands, after a moment of silence, a fan in the front row suddenly climbed over the barrier and jumped onto the field.

Security guards swarmed and pinned him down.

But he had set an example for many other South Korean fans. Soon, a large number of them were climbing the barriers and flooding onto the pitch.

Camacho, who had been smiling and preparing to shake hands with Hiddink, shuddered in fear, because he had already seen fans charging toward the Spanish bench.

"Quick, let’s go!"

Camacho hurriedly told his players to return to the locker room.

The slaughter had been satisfying, but thinking about it now, it was also terrifying. This was their home stadium, after all; they were the hosts.

In the stands, some angry fans had already targeted the few Spanish supporters, and fights began to break out.

The South Korean organizers had anticipated that this match might cause chaos and had arranged for a large number of security guards and police, but they still couldn’t stop the tens of thousands of enraged South Korean fans.

When South Korea had forcibly snatched half the hosting rights from Japan, knocked out Portugal, and advanced as the top team in their group, the pride and sense of glory among South Korean fans had reached its peak.

Although there were some controversies in the knockout stage, the South Korea Team ultimately made it to the quarterfinals.

In comparison, Japan was eliminated in the Round of 16.

And China had been knocked out even earlier in the group stage.

At that moment, in the hearts of all South Korean fans, they were practically the pride of Asia!

But this epic, humiliating defeat had taken that pride, which had sent the South Korean fans floating on air, and smashed it to pieces, then stomped on it a few times for good measure.

Not only were they eliminated in a crushing defeat, but they were also condemned by media all over the world, who sarcastically accused them of benefiting from biased officiating and bribing referees to fix matches.

They had truly lost the game and their dignity, losing both face and substance.

So, after the Spanish team fled back to the locker room in a sorry state, the South Korean fans, unable to find a target for their frustration, set their sights on their own players.

A few fans broke through the cordon and charged toward Li Yunzai.

’If you weren’t so useless, could Spain have scored 9 goals?’

Li Yunzai was hit with a flying kick, getting struck in the head on the spot.

In the conference room, everyone was dumbfounded.

On television, the Japanese broadcasters, never ones to shy away from drama, didn’t cut the feed at all.

On screen, not only was Li Yunzai being beaten, but several other South Korean players who were still sitting on the grass crying with their faces in their hands were also surrounded by angry fans, pinned to the ground, and viciously attacked.

Chen Yu was a bit stunned. He had heard of football hooligans who would do anything when they got worked up.

But this was the first time Chen Yu had ever seen hooligans get so worked up that they would brutally beat their own players.