The players clapped the stands in unison, some already swapping shirts, others still buzzing with the last traces of adrenaline.
And then from the speakers around the stadium, the announcer's voice broke through the din, echoing across the tannoy.
"Ladies and gentlemen, your man of the match… Leo Calderón!"
The reaction was instant.
Another wave of cheers rolled across the stadium, supporters chanting his name with a rhythmic thrum.
Out on the pitch, Leo blinked, almost startled.
For a split second, he looked around like it had to be someone else, surely Fletcher for his goal, or Darikwa for his late strike, maybe even Jamie Jones for that stunning save.
He'd only come on in the latter moments of the second half, he reminded himself, and parts of it… Well, he knew he'd looked raw, even rattled.
But then Fletcher was clapping him on the back, Naylor ruffled his hair, and there was no denying it now.
