Immediately, the Wigan players came from every direction, getting to their teammate.
Leo, coming from his half, pushed through the players and squatted right behind the striker.
"Fletch," he said.
"Yo, Fletcher. You okay?"
Fletcher shook his head, and that was enough.
Dawson had already waved the medics on before the referee's whistle had fully faded.
They were moving almost immediately, weaving through the cluster of players and dropping to Fletcher's side as the noise around Stamford Bridge softened into an uneasy murmur.
"This doesn't look good," the commentator said, his voice noticeably more subdued than it had been moments earlier.
"Fletcher took the full force of Sánchez coming out there, and everyone will be hoping it's nothing too serious."
Around them, players from both teams stood back and watched, and for the person in question, he knew what was coming.
The referee reached into his pocket, and with little hesitation, he pulled out the red card.
