It was almost like time had slowed for them in the stadium; the moment they stepped out, an hour passed quickly.
And yet, the Wigan fans refused to go home.
They did all; sang, danced, but going home seemed not to be a priority for them at the moment.
Seeing the festivities going on, the camera crew from one of the broadcast channels stopped beside the back road that ran along the side of the stadium, and soon the interviewer had found what any good interviewer looks for in a moment like this, which was the right face in the right group.
Just some metres away, an old man was surrounded by lads young enough to be his grandchildren, all of them with bottles that had appeared from somewhere that nobody was going to ask about.
One of them offered the old man a bottle, and he took it, tilted it back, took a proper sip, and then stopped before his face went serious for a second.
