Fly, fly!
The uniform chorus was deafening, tightly woven into a surging tidal wave of heat, continuously spreading, engulfing the entire Wembley in frenzy.
The spectacle was unprecedented.
This scene was something the Kansas City Chiefs hadn't anticipated at all. Despite being in a foreign arena, there was a warmth and familiarity like a homecoming, their hearts pounding uncontrollably.
Then.
A figure appeared, instantly capturing everyone's attention.
Overcome with excitement, joy, and elation, a rush of adrenaline surged to their heads, unable to suppress their madness that gripped their throats. They opened their mouths to make a sound, yet not a whisper emerged, leaving them in collective silence.
Their eyes widened, mouths agape, their chests heaving like bellows, and even without sound, they could feel the blood boiling and surging in their eardrums, almost unbearable.
