The Wigan dressing room felt like a separate existence.
The players slumped into their seats, easing themselves into the break as they tried to recover as much of the energy as they could before the second half.
Dawson had already said what he needed to say.
"You've put yourselves in a good position," he'd told them.
"But there is still 45 minutes left to play, and that should be enough to keep you on your feet. Let's not waste our work."
That had been enough.
Carlo sat with his elbows on his knees, staring at the floor.
Every now and then someone nudged him or mentioned the goal, and he shook his head with a grin that never quite left his face.
Across from him, Ezra was drinking water and listening to Fletcher explain something about the run that had led to the second goal.
.
Not far away, Reyes had his phone out, but Nolan spotted it immediately.
"Put that away."
Reyes sighed.
"I need to keep my fans updated!"
"Bro," Jake said as he himself put his phone away.
