Despite the celebrations, the Wigan fans found their voices.
The goal had stumped them, but that wasn't enough to kill their spirit.
It might have been sadistic to say, but they were glad that all those past years, spent bouncing between the Championship and the English League One, had toughened them up more than most.
Their voices rose, and although it wasn't loud enough to compete with Stamford Bridge, the away support had never really worked like that.
It wasn't about volume so much as presence, and that the fans really showed.
"Don't mind it."
"Don't be fazed."
"Come on Wigan."
The chants rolled down from the corner of the ground they occupied and carried across the pitch, stubborn and unwavering.
One who had just joined the game would even think that they were the ones in the lead with how they were cheering for their players.
