Nick Foles, the Philadelphia Eagles quarterback, blinked innocently like Tang Seng who had accidentally wandered into a spider's den, unable to wrap his mind around the situation.
Run, Nick, run!
Finally, an alarm rang in Foles's mind, and as he lifted his foot to run, he turned around only to find himself surrounded on all sides, nowhere to escape.
"Nick!"
Li Wei was the first to lead, waving his arms and even hopping on the spot, rhythmically punching the air with his right fist, instantly igniting the atmosphere around him.
"Nick! Nick! Nick!"
Then, a group of little yellow minions next to them followed suit, each jumping up with their hands raised, their round heads swelling into a torrent—
A group of little yellow minions in gray T-shirts.
Even more amusing was the heart-wrenching cheers and shouts of the fans that could be heard around.
