At the same time as Zhuo Yang walked out of Manchester Airport, AC Milan and St. Petersburg Zenit began their pre-match warm-up.

He knew that he could not catch up with the start of the game, the list had been submitted, and the game could not have been postponed because of him. Without the hours of piano venting at the Frankfurt Airport, Zhuo Yang would have been unable to suppress his anxiety and resentment at this time.

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Manchester has already started to light up. With the British media who have been waiting for the airport, Zhuo Yang got into the club and arranged to pick him up.

"How long will it take?" Zhuo Yang asked.

"Mr. Zhuo Yang, maybe it's a problem today. The workers' strike of Manchester Bus Company made the traffic in the city very bad. I just walked over two hours in advance."

“How long does it take?”

"It usually only takes less than twenty minutes, but today... it may take more than half an hour."

"Okay, I'll take a break first, and wake me up." After that, Zhuo Yang leaned against his body and closed his eyes.

Manchester is the second largest city in the UK, but Liverpool people don't think so. They think they are. The straight-line distance from the airport to the city stadium is only more than ten kilometers, and the road mileage is 20 kilometers. Under normal circumstances, the car is about twenty minutes.

But today, the bus driver strike caused a surge in the number of private cars on the road. In addition, the strikers intend to create congestion in key throat sections. More than 50,000 fans from Milan and St. Petersburg gathered. From the afternoon, the main roads in Manchester city center

The traffic conditions began to deteriorate.

Fortunately, AC Milan's team checked in early at the Grand Hotel Herrington, which is only 500 meters away from the stadium, otherwise no one would have arrived on time.

The city stadium is a little east of the city living area, and the airport is in the southwest suburbs of Manchester. If you follow the regular route, turn north from M22 to sk1 and then arrive from M20, this route will run through the main urban area of ​​Manchester. It is estimated that Zhuo Yang will be today

I can't even think of reaching the city stadium all night. At least the strike will not stop before the game is over. The workers are taking advantage of the opportunity of the final and complaining about the class oppression of capitalism to the world.

So, the driver could only take Zhuo Yang to Chester Road from m22 to the north, then go east, then pass KS5 and Devost Road, and finally arrive at the city court from the north, and take a detour.

A large circle is nearly 50 kilometers, which is the only option today.

The red Jaguar is running on the road, and Zhuo Yang is resting quietly in the car. The on-board radio broadcasts the live game scene, and the car follows the huge media vehicles behind the car. Global live broadcasts have changed from piano concerts to rushing to the stadium

The horn of

Just like the twists and turns of this journey, there are also variables in the last section of the journey. The traffic congestion in the city has spread out at this time. When you drive out of the airport road and turn off the ramp, it is not far from the m22 road, and the speed is obvious.

It was much slower than two hours ago, and when it reached the intersection with Chester Road, it even turned into a stop-and-go walk.

Zhuo Yang is still as quiet as a poem in the car.

When the city stadium was still 30 kilometers away, German referee Marcus Merck blew the opening whistle.

When Zhuo Yang was still 24 kilometers away from the city stadium, Kaka was hit by Zenit's midfielder No. 44 Anatoly Timoshchuk and Pato replaced Kaka, and AC Milan changed to a double striker from the Christmas tree.

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Zhuo Yang was peaceful and picturesque in the car.

The roads became increasingly congested, and the sound of car horns floating in the air was urging others to urge themselves. The world seemed complicated and disorderly, and only Zhuo Yang leaned on the back seat and did not move at all, and his breath was even.

When the city stadium was still 21 kilometers away, Zryanov made a straight pass, Zenit's top scorer Pogrebniak successfully counterattacked and pushed the net 10 meters away from the goal on the right rib, AC Milan 0:1

behind.

Zhuo Yang seemed like a sleeping sculpture in the car.

Inzaghi's shot from the edge of the small penalty area was blocked by Malafeev and then hit Dimoshchuk. The referee Merk did not make a penalty. Zhuo Yang was still 17 kilometers away.

No. 8 Pogrebniak broke into the penalty area from the left and made a cross. Denisov headed the ball from close range and hit the goal. In the 45th minute of the first half, AC Milan fell behind 0:2, and Zhuo Yang was still away from the city stadium.

12 km.

The whole world knows that Zhuo Yang and the team are close at this time but far away. Forty thousand Milan fans in the city stadium sang together the call of 'my-king' through on-board radio and spread to every single one in the solidified traffic.

In a car, Zhuo Yang was as quiet as a turtle breathing in the car.

When Merck blew the whistle at the second half, Chehe River was no longer moving. On the road, on the curb, on each intersection, there was no lane. All kinds of cars facing each other were blocked together, and the sidewalks on the curb were on the curb.

Also occupied by unruly cars and drivers.

The staff who came to pick up Zhuo Yang finally couldn't help it. He began to whisper the damn British man, the damn bus driver, and the damn British people.

Zhuo Yang opened his eyes.

"May I have your name?"

"Vinata. I am Massimo Vinata of the Executive Ministry, just now..."

"Vinata, you need to be quiet, it's better to turn off the radio and listen to music."

"……OK."

“How far is it?”

“About 10 km.”

"Vinata, you have to do your job, no matter how congested the road is, no matter when it gets stuck, you have to drive the car safely over."

"Yes I know."

"Now, I'm going to do my job, too. That's victory, and the championship."

After saying that, Zhuo Yang pushed open the car door and walked down, standing by the side of the car and looking ahead. His appearance made countless vehicles behind him open the car doors at the same time, and the reporters carried various equipment and instantly surrounded him.

Zhuo Yang took off his thin jacket and threw it into the car. "Vinata, send your luggage and clothes to me, this is your duty."

"Yes, Mr. Zhuo Yang."

Zhuo Yang squatted down and tightened the sneakers and shoelaces on his feet. After standing up, he took off his short sleeves in his body, revealing his toned upper body. He threw the T-shirt into the car window and put it backwards.

With long hair, Zhuo Yang began to run forward.

He ran forward in the gap between crowds and traffic, and the noisy Oldham Street became silent, and everyone looked at the only moving Zhuo Yang in this solidified picture, his hair raised backwards,

Flying in the night sky of Manchester.

Zhuo Yang ran quickly on the congested street. He sensibly bypassed the flower beds and benches on the sidewalk. When he encountered a car that was blocked, he either jumped or supported it with one hand, or simply stepped onto the roof of the car.

It's a sweep by.

The strong TV photographer followed closely behind with the camera, but soon could no longer keep up with Zhuo Yanglu's agile pace and speed. The only thing that could keep up with him was the helicopter hovering at a low altitude.

Sky TV's photography helicopter broadcasts Zhuo Yang's running to the world, and that naked and graceful figure also appeared on the big screen of the city stadium. Rosenelli knew that he was getting closer and closer, and his teammates knew that he was getting closer and closer.

The closer.

Zhuo Yang ran faster and faster, but his breath was always even. Sweat oozed out from every pore of his hair, spreading densely on his clean skin, and soon gathered into a river. Sweat spread along his fluttering tips,

Spread to the beautiful night sky.

Zhuo Yang's running became stronger and stronger, and the blocky muscles on his upper body showed a greasy luster. He ran like a cheetah walking alone in the forest, running in the city of the steel jungle.

Turning south into Allen Turing Street, the blue city court came into sight. Manchester police who received the news had cleared the sidewalks of the last kilometer of road, and they were waiting for Zhuo Yang's arrival.

Zhuo Yang came. He was like an Olympic marathon champion, rushing into the stadium gate in a warm welcome. The fans in the stands, whether from Italy, Russia, or Manchester, cheered together.
Chapter completed!