The Wigan dressing room wasn't lively but it wasn't dull either.
It was just the quiet of a group of players who had just spent forty-five minutes running themselves into the ground against the best team in the country and were still level, still breathing, still in it.
Dawson let them have a minute.
Water bottles, towels, the physio moving between the ones who needed attention.
He stood at the front and watched his players and when he felt the room settle he started.
"First half," he said. "What did you see?"
Nobody answered immediately.
"I'll tell you what I saw. I saw a team that gave everything and got something from it." He paused.
"I also saw a team that switched off for one second and paid for it. One second. That's Haaland. That's the level we're at today." He looked around. "So we don't switch off again okay."
