proof

I figured noone would believe me unless I posted pictures...

 Welcome to the friendly confines of sherabling monastery, where field-enflattening technology is still a few lightyears behind, say, old trafford. This is not a problem if you are a spry young monk who spends most of your time practicing martial arts and general ninja-foolery, but if you happen to be an extremely out of shape westerner with a very sore right ankle, it gets a bit tricky.

It got a bit dark, but here should be all the proof you need: unnumbered Neville (pink shirt, third from Right), picked up a loose ball at the 18 yard mark and controlled with his chest to fire a shot off his right foot towards the top left corner of the net, an attempt stopped by a well timed punch from the monk-keeper to push it over the crossbar. The crowd may have reacted in some way, but probably not as they were all monks and couldn't be bothered with something so impermanent as soccer.