While his teammates crowded around Reyes, Leo walked into the United penalty area and retrieved the ball from the net.
He tucked it beneath his arm and headed towards the centre circle, making no effort to hide his satisfaction.
His expression was almost infuriatingly calm.
He passed one United player, then another, wearing a small smirk as he made his way out of the goalmouth.
He didn't shout at the crowd or throw his arms into the air.
He simply carried the ball as though Wigan had every right to be leading and everyone else should have expected it.
Mainoo had apparently had enough.
He moved into Leo's path, forcing him to slow down.
"You don't have to do all that," Mainoo said, his voice low and irritated.
Leo stopped in front of him, and his eyes flicked briefly towards Mainoo's face, then towards the United goal behind him.
The smirk remained.
"Who will stop me?"
At that, Mainoo's expression tightened.
