Jake's header was perfect.
The direction, the power, the placement, all of it exactly where it needed to be, and Ingram felt the post against his left side as he threw himself across, hand outstretched, and somehow the ball still found the gap between his palm and the upright.
It bounced once on the line after it got past the Luton keeper before the latter turned and scooped it out with everything he had.
Behind the goal, the Wigan end was already up on their feet in anticipation.
Jake spun toward the referee with his arms out, the question written all over his face, but the referee shook his head and waved it away while pointing slowly toward the watch on his wrist.
He hadn't felt any buzz; therefore, the ball hadn't crossed the line.
The Wigan players looked at each other and said nothing because there was nothing to say, and Luton were already moving.
The loose ball had been snatched up by Sonny Bradley, and he didn't waste any time shipping it forward.
