In the midst of the barrage, Son glanced at the electronic signage wrapped around the DW.
The scoreboard showed what it showed.
He looked at it for a moment, then at the pitch before turning around and exhaling slowly.
They hadn't done everything wrong.
That was the thing that sat with him the most as the Wigan players celebrated: that Spurs had played well for stretches of this game and had been two goals up.
And yet, they had still ended up on the wrong side of it.
The home side had simply refused to accept the version of the game that Tottenham had written for them and had eventually written their own.
He put his hands together and turned to his teammates.
On the other hand, and at the far side of the Tottenham quadrant, Carlo came out of the pile and found Leo arriving at the edge of it, still jogging over.
"I thought you were going to shoot," Carlo said, pushing away the incessant pats to the back and hands in hair.
"I wanted to," Leo said.
