From the stands, a roar exploded and, for the first time in more than half an hour, the noise sounded like Wigan again and not just the Brentford fans looking to win the game.
"Brentford have to be careful here!" the co-commentator added quickly.
"They've had the numerical advantage, they've been pressing for the winner, but they've suddenly allowed Wigan to remind them exactly what they can do."
Right on the edge of the box, Ezra stood with both hands on his head, and his expression certainly told that he could not believe it had not gone in.
Ahead of him, Brentford's defenders rushed toward Flekken, roaring in appreciation of their goalkeeper keeping them in the game.
One patted him on the back, and another raised both hands as the goalkeeper pushed himself back onto his feet, knowing that the effort had been close.
Very close.
Leo, meanwhile, had already jogged toward the corner flag.
