The lenghty conversation between referee and linesman:
Referee: So... Mr. Assistant referee, did you get a good look at the incident?
Linesman (sorry, Assistant referee): No, Mr. Referee, I'm sorry. I know I was only standing a couple of yards away from the incident, but I saw absolutely nothing at all. There was sweat in my eyes, and it was stinging like hell, so I was blinking in an attempt to make it better. If only I had covered my eyebrows with vaseline like Jim Leighton used to do back in the day. Had I done that, perhaps I would have seen something.
Referee: Who the hell is Jim Leighton?
Assistant referee: Scottish goalkeeper. Used to play for Man Utd and Aberdeen.
Referee: Is that so? I've never been that interested in football. So does that stuff actually help? You see, I was looking straight at the incident myself and there was no one in my line of sight, but I didn't see anything either.
Assistant referee: I would assume so. There is nothing the Scottish don't know about protection against perspiration.
Referee: That is true, I suppose. So neither of us saw anything then?
Asssistant referee: I certainly didn't see a thing.
Referee: Okay, thank you for tip about the vaseline.
Assistant referee: You're welcome.
Harry Arter (in a loud voice): No, no accident!