"Caldwell is Superman, Caldwell is Superman, Caldwell is Superman, Caldwell is Superman."
Us Wigan fans have always been a little flattering towards players with chants, and even though this can be added to a long list of ambitious songs, the sentiment was there tonight - in Caldwell we trust.
It was new era, same near-miss but heads were held high leaving Craven Cottage. Well, relatively speaking anyway. We haven't had much to be proud of recently.
Fans never stopped singing and although there were the ever-familiar groans at the missed passes, wayward shots and failure to spot whoever in space, the apathy was absent tonight. And it certainly wasn't missed.
At one point during the first half I overheard someone say "we're playing with width, I can't f**king believe it!" It's a sad indictment of what's being going on at our club this season; that classy football we once loved seems like a distant memory to tell the grandkids about.
It was the passion that I loved witnessing most. Jermaine Pennant and Gaetan Bong ran to the other end of the pitch to celebrate Pennant's equaliser, just to share it with the Wigan fans. There is a real sense that this group want to play for Caldwell; a stark contrast to the Mackay era.
Caldwell didn't get everything right of course. Not only did we fail to win, his selection of Marc Antoine Fortune wasn't overly popular. So much so that the ironic cheers for his substitution and replacement by Martyn Waghorn were almost as loud as those for the two Wigan goals.
Whilst I don't feel like the believer I have been in previous relegation battles, if this does end (inevitably) in League One football we can all be optimistic that Caldwell could well be Superman. Bring on the League One and JPT Trophy double.
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