There's not much to say.  I never claimed to be an artist; I'm a man of opportunity.  I knew where the line was drawn, and I knew full-well what I had to do to get over it.  Any poacher would have seized the moment on impulse.  Anybody else would have done the same.  It came from the corner, and the bumbling novice made a muck of it.  I tapped it in—of course I did.  I scored a goal against today.