Jake was lying on the grass with his arms out and his palms facing the sky, staring at his hands with the expression of a man who had just discovered something deeply troubling about the universe.
The Amex was settling around him.
In the stands, the Brighton supporters were already moving toward the exits, while on the other side of things, the Wigan fans were still going in the corner behind the goal, and none of it seemed to be reaching Jake where he was.
Leo walked over and looked down at him, and before he even got there, Jake already knew what was coming at him.
"Hey, there," Leo said, but Jake didn't even bother to look at him, at least until Leo said his next words.
"Did you even touch the ball!"
"Yes, I did," Jake was forced to reply.
"Twice," he said. "I touched the ball twice."
"How does that even work?" Leo said after that.
While the two were talking, Ezra came onto the pitch, also laughing, already knowing, and looked down at Jake on the grass.
