Golden Greenery

At the same moment Zhuoyang walked out of Manchester Airport, AC Milan and Zenit St. Petersburg began pre-match warm-ups.

He knew that he would not be able to start the game. The list had been submitted and the game could not be postponed because of him. Without those hours of catharsis on the piano at Frankfurt Airport, it would have been difficult for Zhuo Yang to suppress his anxiety and anger.

The lights were on in Manchester, and under the spotlight of the British media who had been 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. Zhuoyang, there may be trouble today. The workers of the Manchester Bus Company are on strike, which has made the traffic situation in the city very bad. I just detoured here two hours in advance."

"How long will 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 rest first. Wake me up when the time comes." After that, Zhuo Yang leaned back and closed his eyes.

Manchester is the second largest city in the UK, but Liverpudlians don't think so, they think they are. The straight-line distance from the airport to the city stadium is only a dozen kilometers, and the highway mileage is 20 kilometers. Under normal circumstances, the journey by car takes about twenty minutes. However, today's bus driver's strike has caused a sharp increase in the number of private cars on the road. In addition, the strikers intend to create delays and congestion in key chokepoints. More than 50,000 fans from Milan and St. Petersburg have gathered. Starting from the afternoon, the main roads in Manchester city center will be blocked. Traffic conditions began to deteriorate.

Fortunately, the entire AC Milan team checked into the Herington Hotel, 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, and the airport is in the southwestern suburbs of Manchester. If you follow the regular route and turn north from the M22 highway to the SK1 highway, and then arrive from the M20 highway, this line will run through the main city of Manchester. Zhuo Yang estimates that today Don't even think about reaching the City Stadium all night long. At least the strike will not stop until the end of the game. The master workers are taking the opportunity of the final to complain to the world about the class oppression of capitalism.

Therefore, the driver could only take Zhuoyang along the route he came from, from the M22 north to Chester Road, then eastward, then via KS5 and Devost Road, and finally to the City Stadium from the north, making a detour A large circle of nearly 50 kilometers was the only option today.

The red Jaguar was running on the road. Zhuo Yang was very peaceful in the car with his eyes closed and the live broadcast of the game played on the car radio. A large number of media vehicles were following behind the car. Global live broadcasts have transformed from piano concerts to clarion calls to the stadium.

Just like the twists and turns of this journey, there are also variables in the last leg. The traffic jam in the urban area had spread outwards at this time. After exiting Airport Road and turning off the ramp, we drove not far on the M22 highway. The speed was obviously much slower than two hours ago. We arrived at the intersection with Chester Road. Sometimes, it even becomes a stop-and-go routine.

Zhuo Yang was still as quiet as poetry in the car.

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

When Zhuoyang was still 24 kilometers away from the City Stadium,

Kaká was injured in the knee by Zenit midfielder No. 44 Anatoly Tymoshchuk. Pato replaced Kaká, and AC Milan changed from the Christmas tree to a double forward.

Zhuo Yang was peaceful and picturesque in the car.

The roads are 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 remains motionless, breathing evenly.

With 21 kilometers to go from the City Stadium, Zlyanov made a direct pass, and Zenit's top scorer Pogrebnyak succeeded in countering offside. He pushed the ball 10 meters away from the goal on the right rib and broke the net. AC Milan 0:1. behind.

Zhuo Yang seemed like a sleeping sculpture in the car.

Inzaghi's shot from the edge of the penalty area was blocked by Malafeev and then hit Tymoshchuk. Referee Merck did not make a penalty. Zhuoyang is still 17 kilometers away.

No. 8 Pogrebnyak broke into the penalty area from the left and passed the ball. Denisov's header from close range bounced off the ground and hit the goal. In the 45th minute of the first half, AC Milan fell behind 0:2, and Zhuo Yang was still far away from the City Stadium. 12 kilometers.

The whole world knows that Zhuoyang and the team are close at hand but far away at the same time. The call of 40,000 Milan fans in the city stadium singing "My-King" was transmitted to everyone in the frozen traffic through the car radio. Zhuo Yang was as quiet as a turtle in the car.

When Merck blew the opening whistle for the second half, the river of traffic was already motionless. There were no longer lanes on the road, on the curb, or at each intersection. Cars of all directions were blocking each other, and the sidewalks on the curb were It is also occupied by unruly cars and drivers.

The staff member who came to pick up Zhuoyang finally couldn't hold it any longer. He began to curse the damn British guy, the damn bus driver, the British God and the British people in a low voice.

Zhuo Yang opened his eyes.

"May I have your name?"

"Vinata. I am Massimo Vinata from the Administration Department. Just now..."

"Vinata, you need to be quiet. It's best to turn off the radio and listen to some music."

"……OK."

"How far is it?"

"About 10 kilometers."

"Vinata, you have to do your job. No matter how congested the road is, no matter how long it is, you have to drive across it safely."

"Yes I know."

"Now, I have to finish my job. That is to win and win the championship."

After that, Zhuo Yang opened the car door and walked out, standing by 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.

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

"Yes, Mr. Zhuoyang."

Zhuo Yang squatted down and tightened the laces of his sneakers. After standing up, he took off his short sleeves, exposing his toned upper body. He threw the T-shirt into the car window, pushed back his long hair, and Zhuo Yang started running forward.

He ran forward in the gap between the crowds and the traffic. The noisy Oldham Street became silent. Everyone looked at the only moving Zhuoyang in this frozen scene. His hair was raised back. Flying in the Manchester night sky.

Zhuo Yang ran quickly on the congested street. He nimbly avoided the flower beds and benches on the sidewalk. When he encountered a car blocking the road, he would jump, jump, support with one hand, or simply step on the roof of the car, but he always failed. It just passed by.

The strong TV reporter followed closely behind with his 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 was broadcasting Zhuoyang's run to the world. That naked and graceful figure also appeared on the big screen at the City Stadium. Rosenery 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 seeped out from every pore of his body, covering his clean skin, and quickly gathered into a river. Sweat spread all around along the tips of his flying hair, and towards the beautiful night sky.

Zhuoyang's running became more and more powerful, and the massive muscles on his upper body showed a grease-like sheen. He was like a lone cheetah in the forest, running in the city of the reinforced jungle.

Turning south onto Alan Turing Street, the blue City Stadium came into view. The Manchester police who received the news had cleared the sidewalks on the last kilometer of the road, and they were waiting for Zhuo Yang's arrival.

Zhuo Yang came, like an Olympic marathon champion, he rushed into the stadium gate amidst the warm welcome. The fans in the stands, whether they were from Italy, Russia, or Manchester, 60,000 people burst into cheers.

Zhuo Yang is here!