Vol 3 Chapter 467: Running in the reinforced jungle

At the same time Zhuoyang walked out of Manchester Airport, AC Milan and Zenit St. Petersburg started the warm-up before the game.
He knew that he could not keep up with the starter of this game, the list had been submitted, and the game could not be postponed because of him. Without the piano vent at Frankfurt Airport for a few hours, it was difficult for Zhuo Yang to suppress his anxiety and anger.
Manchester is already at the beginning of the Chinese lantern, and under the spotlight of the British media who has been waiting for the airport, Zhuo Yang took the club to arrange to pick him up.
"How long does it take?" Zhuo Yang asked.
"Mr. Zhuo Yang, I may be in trouble today. The Manchester Bus Company workers strike, which makes the traffic situation in the city very bad. I just detoured two hours earlier."
"How long does it take?"
"It usually takes less than twenty minutes, but today... it may be more than half an hour."
"Well, let me take a break first, and wake me up." After all, Zhuo Yang leaned back and closed his eyes.
Manchester is the second largest city in the UK, but the Liverpool people are not, they think they are. The straight-line distance from the airport to the city stadium is just over ten kilometers, and the highway mileage is 20 kilometers. Under normal circumstances, the driving takes about 20 minutes. But today’s bus driver’s strike caused a sharp increase in the number of private cars on the road, coupled with the intention of the strike crowd to create stranded congestion in key throat sections, and more than 50,000 fans from Milan and St. Petersburg gathered, starting from the afternoon on the main roads in central Manchester. Traffic conditions began to deteriorate.
Fortunately, the AC Milan team stayed early at the Herrington Hotel, which is only 500 meters away from the stadium, otherwise no one wants to arrive on time.
The urban stadium is a little east in the urban area, and the airport is in the southwest suburb of Manchester. If you follow the conventional route from M22 to SK1 and then arrive from the M20, this route will run through Manchester’s main city. It is estimated that Zhuo Yang today Don't want to reach the city stadium all night. At least the strike will not stop until the end of the game. The workers' masters are using the opportunity of the final to complain to the world about the oppression of capitalism.
Therefore, the driver can only carry Zhuo Yang from M22 to Chester Road northwards, follow the way he came, then go all the way to the east, then pass KS5 and De Worster Road, and finally arrive at the city stadium from the north side, bypass A large circle of nearly 50 kilometers is the only choice today.
The red Jaguar was running on the highway, Zhuo Yang closed his eyes quietly in the car, the car broadcast the live scene of the game, and the car followed the vast media vehicles. The global live broadcast has changed from a piano concert to a horn to the stadium.
Like the twists and turns of this journey, there are also variables in the final journey. At this time, the traffic jam in the urban area has radiated outwards. It turned out of the airport road and turned off the ramp. It was not far away on the M22 road. The speed of the car was significantly slower than that of two hours ago. It reached the intersection with Chester Road. Time, even turned to stop and go.
Zhuo Yang is still quiet and poetic in the car.
The German referee Marcus Merck blew the opening whistle when there was still 30 kilometers from the city stadium.
Zhuo Yang was 24 kilometers away from the city stadium, Kaka was injured by Zenit's back 44 Anatoly Timoschuk's knee, Pato replaced Kaka, AC Milan changed the double forward from the Christmas tree .
Zhuo Yang is peaceful and picturesque in the car.
The road became more congested, the sound of irresistible car horns floating in the air, urging others to urge themselves too. The world seemed complicated and disorderly, only Zhuo Yang leaned against the back seat without moving, even breath.
Zrianov made a direct pass when the city stadium was still 21 kilometers away. Zenit's top scorer Pogrebnyak succeeded in an offside offside. He pushed the net and broke the net at 10 meters from the right rib. AC Milan 0:1 behind.
Zhuo Yang seemed like a sleeping sculpture in the car.
Inzaghi's shot on the edge of the small penalty area was blocked by Malafeev and then hit Timošchuk, the referee Merck did not give a penalty. Zhuoyang is 17 kilometers away.
On the 8th, Pogrebnyak broke into the penalty area from the left side, Denisov headed the ball from close range and smashed the goal. In the 45th minute of the first half, AC Milan fell behind 0:2. Zhuo Yang was still away from the city stadium. 12 kilometers.
The world knows that Zhuo Yang and the team are close at this time but far away. The call of 40,000 Milan fans in the city stadium sang'My-King' unanimously through the car broadcast into each of the frozen traffic A car, Zhuo Yang was as quiet as a turtle in the car.
When Merck blew his opening whistle in the second half, the Che River was still. There were no lanes on the road, along the road, or at every intersection. Cars of various orientations blocked each other, and the sidewalk on the road It was also occupied by unruly cars and drivers.
The staff who came to pick Zhuo Yang finally couldn't bear it, and he began to whisper cursed to the British guy, bus driver, to curse the British heaven and the British people.
Zhuo Yang opened his eyes.
"What is your name?"
"Vinata. I'm Massimo Vinata in the Administration Department, just now..."
"Vinata, you need to be quiet. It's best to turn off the radio and listen to music."
"……Ok."
"How far is it?"
"About 10 kilometers."
"Vinata, you have to finish your work, no matter how congested the road is, no matter when it is congested, you have to drive the car safely."
"Yes, I know that."
"Now, I am also going to finish my work. That is victory, and championship."
After all, Zhuo Yang pushed the car door down and stood, looking at the front of the car. His appearance caused countless vehicles behind him to open the doors at the same time, and the reporters immediately surrounded him with various equipment.
Zhuo Yang took off his thin jacket and threw it into the car. "Vinata, it's your duty to send luggage and clothes to me."
"Yes, Mr. Zhuo Yang."
Zhuo Yang squatted down to tighten the laces of his sneakers, and after standing up, he took off his short sleeves to reveal his toned upper body. Tossing the T-shirt into the car window and pulling a long hair back, Zhuo Yang started to run forward.
He ran forward in the gap between crowds and traffic, the hustle and bustle of Oldham Street became silent, everyone looked at the only moving Zhuo Yang in this frozen picture, his hair raised back, Flying in the night sky over Manchester.
Zhuo Yang runs fast on the congested street. He sensitively bypasses the flower beds and benches on the sidewalk, encounters cars that are blocking the road, or jumps or jumps, or supports with one hand~EbookFREE.me~ or simply treads On the roof of the car, he always passed by.
The strong TV reporter on the television carried the camera and followed closely, but soon he couldn't keep up with Zhuo Yanglu's general pace and speed. The only helicopter that can keep up with him is hovering at low altitude.
Sky TV’s photography helicopter broadcast Zhuo Yang’s run to the world. The naked and beautiful figure also appeared on the big screen of the city stadium. Rosenner knew that he was getting closer and closer, and his teammates knew that he was coming. The closer.
Zhuo Yang runs faster and faster, but his breath is always uniform. Sweat oozed from each of his pores, densely spread on clean skin, and quickly gathered into a river. Sweat spread along his fluttering hair tips to the surroundings and to the beautiful night sky.
Zhuo Yang's running is getting stronger and stronger, and the massive muscles of his upper body are showing a lustrous luster. He runs like a cheetah in the forest, running in the city of steel jungle.
Turn south into Allen Turing Street, and the blue city stadium is in sight. The Manchester police who have received the news have cleared the sidewalk of the last kilometer of the road, and they are waiting for Zhuo Yang to arrive.
Zhuo Yang is here. He is like an Olympic marathon champion. He rushed into the stadium gate in a warm welcoming welcome. The fans in the stands, whether from Italy or Russia, or Manchester, cheers from 60,000 people.
Zhuo Yang is here!