The noise and rain kept pouring down on him, more relentless than ever, but Leo stayed where he was.
He lay stretched out on the soaked grass with both forearms folded over his face, and from the distance, he could hear the shouts, probably those of the team doctors telling his mates to get off him, but it was hard to do so with the adrenaline around.
Then, one by one, hands loosened and the weight he felt got lighter.
After that, more and more figures peeled away until the rain hit his chest again and the cold crept back in.
One of the medics dropped to a knee beside Leo while the other just hovered just behind him.
"He's scored," the commentator said, voice still raised but no longer triumphant.
"He's dragged Wigan back into this tie… but look at him. Leo Calderón is still down, hands over his face and for the second time this game too!"
