I was a bit of a Neville Southall in my day.
I was year 6 goalkeeper and I remember a dramatic match where we played Wheelers Lane...now they had a cocky **** with blonde curtains who curled an effort around me earlier in the game. For some unknown reason because he'd done that he berated me for being shit. We equalised with about 15 minutes to go (drawing with Wheelers Lane was an achievement in itself) and then at around the 91st min' a team mate of mine, let's call him nob jockey, decided to pass it to this onrushing blonde nobber. So he's there one on one. He shimmies, I shimmy. Time stops dead. He takes it round me but somehow my full dive and reach is enough to grab the ball from his feet...cue elation from us and penalty appeals from them. Finished 1-1. Boomtown.