Ingram didn't wait for the celebrations to die down.
He was already shouting.
"Where are you?!" he barked, arms spread wide as he turned on his back line.
"He's a fullback! How's he free there?!"
His backline couldn't answer him.
Doughty pointed once, then stopped halfway through the gesture while Clark shook his head.
Watson just looked away, hands on his hips, still trying to piece together how the ball had slipped through them like that.
Ingram let out one last frustrated shout before turning and jogging back toward his goal, still muttering under his breath.
On the other side, the Wigan players huddled together in celebration near the corner.
They stayed for a while before they turned as one, almost instinctively, backs to the away end as the noise poured down on them.
The wall of sound from the away end followed them all the way back toward the halfway line.
"Wigan! Wigan! Wigan!"
The chant rolled and rolled, gathering weight with every second.
