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

He knew he wouldn't be able to start the game, the roster had been handed in, and the game couldn't be postponed because of him. Without those hours of piano catharsis at Frankfurt Airport, it would have been difficult for Zhuo Yang to suppress his anxiety and resentment at this time.

Manchester was already in full swing, and with the British media already waiting at the airport, Zhuo Yang got into the car arranged by the club to pick him up.

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

"Mr. Zhuo Yang, you may be in trouble today. Manchester bus company workers are on strike, which has left the city with terrible traffic conditions. I just made a detour two hours in advance. ”

"How long will it take?"

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

"Okay, I'll take a rest first, and wake me up when it's time to wake me up." With that, Zhuo Yang leaned over and closed his eyes.

Manchester is the second largest city in the UK, but not the Liverpudlians, who think they are. The straight-line distance from the airport to the city stadium is only a dozen kilometers, the highway mileage is 20 kilometers, and the car ride takes about 20 minutes under normal circumstances. However, today's bus drivers' strike caused a sharp increase in the number of private cars on the road, coupled with the strikers' intention to create stranded congestion on key choke points, and more than 50,000 fans from Milan and St. Petersburg, the traffic situation on the main roads in central Manchester began to deteriorate from the afternoon.

Fortunately, the AC Milan team checked in early at the Harrington Hotel, which is only 500 meters away from the stadium, otherwise no one would have expected to arrive on time.

The City Stadium is a little east of the residential city, and the airport is in the southwestern suburbs of Manchester, if you follow the regular route from the M22 to the north to the SK1 highway, and then from the M20 road, this route will run through the main city of Manchester.

As a result, the driver had to take Zhuo Yang from the M22 north to Chester Road, then east, then KS5 and Dvorster Road, and finally from the north to the City Stadium, which was the only option today, which was the only option today.

The red Jaguar was running on the road, Zhuo Yang closed his eyes very quietly in the car, and the car radio broadcast the live scene of the race, and the car followed the mighty media vehicles. Live streaming around the world has gone from a piano concert to a clarion call to the stadium.

As with the twists and turns of this journey, the final leg of the journey is also uncertain. At this time, the traffic congestion in the urban area has spread outward, and when I turn off the ramp on Airport Road, I have not driven far on the M22 road, and the speed of the car is obviously much slower than two hours ago, and when I reach the intersection with Chester Road, it has even become a stop-and-go.

Zhuo Yang is still quiet and poetic in the car.

With 30 kilometres to go from the City Stadium, German referee Markus Merck blew the opening whistle.

With 24 kilometres to go, Kaka was hit in the knee by Zenit midfielder No. 44 Anatoly Tymoshchuk, Pato replaced Kaka, and AC Milan switched from the Christmas tree to a double striker.

Zhuo Yang was peaceful and picturesque in the car.

The road is becoming more and more congested, and the air is filled with the unbearable sound of car horns, urging others to urge themselves, the world seems complicated and disorderly, only Zhuo Yang leans on the back seat and does not move, and his breath is even.

With 21 kilometers to go from the city stadium, Zryanov made a direct pass, and Zenit's top scorer Pogrebniak successfully countered offside and pushed the net 10 meters from the goal on the right rib, and AC Milan fell behind 0:1.

Zhuo Yang seems to be a sleeping sculpture in the car.

Inzaghi's shot from the edge of the six-yard box was blocked by Malafeev and then hit Tymoshchuk, but referee Merck did not award a penalty. Zhuoyang is 17 kilometers away.

No. 8 Pogrebnyak burst into the box from the left and crossed, Denisov hit the goal with a header from close range, and in the 45th minute of the first half, AC Milan fell behind 0-2, and Zhuoyang was still 12 kilometers away from the City Stadium.

The whole world knows that Zhuo Yang and the team are close at this time, but far away, and the 40,000 Milan fans in the city stadium chant in unison the call of 'My-King' through the car radio into every car in the frozen traffic, Zhuo Yang is as silent as a turtle breath in the car.

By the time Merck blew the opening whistle for the second half, the river of cars had stopped moving, there were no lanes on the road, on the curb, at every intersection, cars in all directions were blocking each other, and the sidewalks above the curb were occupied by unruly cars and drivers.

The staff who came to pick up Zhuo Yang finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he began to curse in a low voice the damn British, the damn bus driver, the British sky and the British people.

Zhuo Yang opened his eyes.

"What's your name?"

"Venata. I'm Massimo Vinata from the Administration Department, and I just ......"

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

“…… Good. ”

"How far is it?"

"About 10 kilometers."

"Venata, you're going to get your job done, no matter how congested the road is, no matter how long it's congested, you're going to get the car safely through."

"Yes, I know."

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

With that, Zhuo Yang pushed the car door and walked down, standing beside the car and looking ahead. His appearance caused countless vehicles behind him to open their doors at the same time, and reporters carrying various equipment instantly surrounded him.

Zhuo Yang took off his thin jacket and threw it into the car. "Venata, it's your duty to send your luggage and clothes to me."

"Yes, Mr. Zhuo Yang."

Zhuo Yang squatted down and tightened the laces of his sneakers, and after standing up, he took off the close-fitting short sleeves, revealing his toned upper body. Throwing the T-shirt into the car window and pulling back a handful of long hair, Zhuo Yang began to run forward.

He ran through the gaps in the crowds and traffic, and the hustle and bustle of Oldham Street fell silent, and everyone looked at Zhuo Yang, the only one in motion, his hair raised back in the night sky of Manchester.

Zhuo Yang ran quickly on the congested streets, he deftly avoided the flower beds and benches on the sidewalk, and when he encountered a car blocking the road, he jumped vertically, supported with one hand, or simply stepped on the roof of the car, but always swept by.

The sturdy TV photojournalist followed closely behind with the camera, but soon he could no longer keep up with the vigorous pace and speed of Zhuo Yanglu. The only thing that could always keep up with him was the helicopter hovering at low altitude.

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

Zhuo Yang's running was getting faster and faster, but his breath was always even. Sweat seeped from his every pore, covered his clean skin, and soon gathered into a river. Sweat ran down the tips of his fluttering hair and spread all around, into the beautiful night sky.

Zhuo Yang's running became more and more powerful and powerful, and the lumpy muscles of his upper body showed a greasy luster, and he was like a lone cheetah in the forest, running in the city of the steel jungle.

Turning south onto Alan Turing Street, the blue City Stadium comes into view, and the Manchester police have cleared the sidewalks of the last kilometre of the road and are waiting for Zhuo Yang's arrival.

Zhuo Yang came, like an Olympic marathon champion, and rushed into the stadium gate with a warm welcome, and the fans in the stands, whether from Italy or Russia, or Manchester, erupted in cheers from 60,000 people.

Zhuo Yang is here!

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