Darikwa placed the ball, took one short step back, and rolled the free kick toward the edge of the cluster forming wide.
Callum Lang opened up his body and whipped it in first time, aiming for the pack of shirts charging into the area, but the delivery never threatened.
It sailed too high, too flat, and drifted beyond everyone.
It bounced once near the far corner.
Amad Diallo read it earlier than anyone.
He was already sprinting, cutting across the byline to keep the ball alive.
Thelo Aasgaard chased him, reaching in to apply pressure, but Diallo slid the ball through the gap behind him with a small touch that stunned half the stadium into silence.
"That's a clever little escape," the analyst said. "He's turned a poor cross into a chance to break."
In the next heartbeat, the pitch flipped.
Diallo accelerated up the right flank, turning the recovery into a full sprint.
Three strides took him past the halfway line.
Four more and he had Wigan scrambling backwards in panic.
