Because the whole of the ball didn't cross the technical area, and there was a player, other than the goalie, in line with the dead ball line and the whistle hadn't retreated to a full 10 yards.
We once did a play which was based on 'This is your life'. The star of it was Father Christmas.
Me and one of my chums were dressed up as Austrian's complete with lederhosen type shorts. Even at such a tender age it was a real task constantly trying to stop my vast schlong from peeping out the...
I'm afraid I get very confused on the rail network and this whole new fangled Underground thingy.
I think the best bet is to either get a taxi from your front door to the ground or get a kindly friend to give you a lift.
Is that any help?