Chaos, unleashed.
Once a crack appears, the situation spirals out of control, raw and bloody hatred spreads across the place like a flood, enveloping the bus with relentless fury, emotions igniting before the players can even enter the field.
Standing by the street, a fan approached the bus, spat on it, and laughed nastily, "Cowards. You cowards."
The spit couldn't pierce the rain and hit the bus, but the action acted like a signal. Other residents of Foxborough, fearing being left behind, stepped forward, mobbing the bus with all sorts of vile and ugly words as weapons.
"Go back to your countryside."
"Boston is not where you should be."
"A bunch of clowns."
"Don't cry, don't cry, mommy can't protect you anymore."
"We are the kings! Kneel!"
Among the crowd, Brady's poster continually rolled forward amidst the chaos, his neatly exposed smile of six teeth seemingly mocking the Kansas City Chiefs for their insignificance and helplessness.
