Dawson stood near the touchline, his arms folded, watching Manchester United celebrate their second goal.
"Fuck's sake," he muttered.
He had expected United to press aggressively; after all, everything in the league did.
He had expected them to target the spaces around Leo and force Wigan into uncomfortable positions.
What he hadn't expected was how easily his midfield had been bypassed, or how quickly his players had started chasing the game.
His eyes moved across the pitch and began finding the players one by one.
Reyes was still visibly frustrated.
Carlo kept glancing towards the touchline, while Tiehi was trying to organise the players around him.
Even from a distance, Dawson could see the urgency getting to them.
He had miscalculated something, and he needed to work out what before United made it three.
As the Wigan players trudged back into position, Leo collected the ball for the restart.
