Turning a corner, just like entering a new village after a willow-darkened alley, the giant arch over New Wembley came into view, overlapping with the London Eye across the Thames River, like a painting gradually unfolding before the eyes.
The sky, slightly gloomy, with a faint gray mist quietly swirling, while the arch outlines a curve in the posture of a rainbow, completing a symphony of collision between modernity and nature.
Although the Kansas City Chiefs have experienced many away games, almost having played at all the other thirty-one stadiums in the league, crossing the Atlantic to another country and entering a brand-new stadium, stepping into a different cultural world, the fatigue of the long journey and the unfamiliar jet lag intertwine, injecting magic into the scene before them, making everything different.
It feels just like Harry Potter arriving at Hogwarts for the first time.
Slowly, slowly, Wembley gradually reveals its entire visage.
