An old man in the Chelsea end turned to the woman beside him as the Wigan players jogged away.
"What is happening?" he asked, though he could see what was going on.
He was genuinely finding it hard to comprehend what was going on.
Was that how far his team had fallen?
The woman looked at him, then at the pitch, but it didn't look like any answer she could offer could make the situation less dreadful.
That seemed to be the general feeling around Stamford Bridge.
The noise that had followed Jackson's goal had long since faded, replaced by the low murmur of a crowd trying to work out how their team had ended up here.
Meanwhile, the Wigan fans were enjoying themselves immensely.
There weren't many of them, but they were making themselves difficult to ignore.
After a while, the Wigan players settled into their positions as the game threatened to begin again.
The goal took something out of Chelsea.
