AAll roads lead to Rome. Is it[calledAtafootballWorldCupthatwasperhapsstillthecasein1990ButthisyearallroadsleadtoLusailThatdoesn’tapplytoallteamsbecauseinSunday’sfinalagainthereareonlytwoofthemTherulesoftheworldassociationarejustasrelentlessaswhenchoosingthecaptain’sarmbandButforthereportersit’snotjusttheproverbialthatallroadsleadtoLusail
If you are not the proud part-time owner of a Nissan Gianni, sorry, Nissan Sunny, like your colleague until recently, Uber, Karwa, Metro or Bus are the mobile companions for the way to the golden planned city with the golden glowing giant stadium in which is played for the golden World Cup trophy. But on the way to the desert north of Doha, something amazing happens while you watch the ruined buildings go by from the window.
Every journey – and there have been quite a few of them, after all nine games have been played in the final stadium so far – leads via a different route; except for the metro, which also works without a driver. Sometimes you approach from the left, sometimes from the right, sometimes from the front, sometimes from behind. Once the bus even stopped because the driver no longer knew whether it was better to approach from the left, right, front or back. The result of the route roulette is, sooner or later, always the same: All roads lead to Lusail – but also away again?
A colleague doubted whether the chaos with at least 40,000 Messis – at least that’s what it said on their sky-blue and white shirts – in the crowd in front of the metro station would really lead to hours of waiting. The demand for a police officer but was unmistakable. He pointed to the metro and said with a serious look: “Long way!” He pointed to the shuttle bus and said with a smile: “Short way!” So all roads lead out of Lusail. But not so fast.
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