"Hit it early. Curl it behind them." Cousins heard Leo say as he drifted away, dragging his marker toward the touchline.
Cousins looked up and glanced at Leo before he shook his head and then stepped into the ball in one motion.
Fast, curling and accurate.
Broadhead broke into the box, nudged off his defender's back shoulder and lunged forward.
He caught it with the outside of his boot — just enough to flick it toward goal.
The keeper froze, eyes being the only thing tracking the ball, but it flashed across the face and whistled past the far post by no more than a foot.
"Oh, Nearly! Broadhead with the touch, and Wigan are knocking now. They've taken control of this match — it's a different tempo since that Calderón run."
The Watford defenders turned to each other, arms spread, already arguing.
But Wigan?
They were silent.
No one even looked disappointed.
Broadhead turned, nodded toward Cousins, then reset into position.
