Jumpers for goalposts

Looking at that football video again, I can't help noticing that there is a bit, quite near the start, where the skill and co-ordination of seven year olds would put these World Cup internationals to shame.
Look at them, there. Hacking aimlessly at the ball. Kicking each other on the shins. Falling over gracelessly.
There appears to be precious little in the way of "pin-point passing" going on, or indeed evidence of deserving to earn more money in a week than than many very talented people earn in a year.
I do, though, particularly like the scene where the England goalie picks himself up and looks mournfully at the ball in the net. You can practically read his mind. "Oh no, the boss is going to kill me for this!"
And so he should have. Talk about "crisp bag hands"?
I also like the way when the ball is played through, the only defender close enough to put in a tackle and prevent the goal, chooses instead to take his eye off the ball and look to the linesman, his hand pleadlingly raised, like a primary school child about to pee his pants in class.
But the best thing about that video is, that it really, relentlessly rubs it in.
Anyone who was not familiar with endless action replays could be forgiven for thinking that Northern Ireland won about sixteen-nil.