Off the pitch Leatherhead were back to their best. Pre-match curry, tick. Half time raffle, wallop. On the pitch there were signs we are truly up and running again.
You would certainly say this from the first half display. Kev Terry forced an off the line clearance from an improbable angle then created a goal from a telling run down the left which he selflessly squared to Elliott who tapped in.
Bradbrook, back in the starting line up, then gave us a master class with a strike that seemed to have power and a touch of lob to it as the 'keeper was beaten from distance. Minutes later he controlled a ball on his chest in the box and neatly prodded it home to make it three.
This was too easy and when Bradbrook again pulled off a dipping shot that beat the keeper but struck the underside of the bar early in the second half we were hoping for a comfortable second half.
Things started to wobble when the ref gave a freekick of which the validity was questioned mildly by some around me. Nothing unsure about their finish. Mo Maan, here on loan, beaten to make it 3-1. A powerful strike off the underside of the bar made it 3-2. We couldn't muck this up could we?
No. We held on but the shout that should have rang out through the league as a battle cry sounded more like a satisfied cheer of a fan that probably had too much curry.
You would certainly say this from the first half display. Kev Terry forced an off the line clearance from an improbable angle then created a goal from a telling run down the left which he selflessly squared to Elliott who tapped in.
Bradbrook, back in the starting line up, then gave us a master class with a strike that seemed to have power and a touch of lob to it as the 'keeper was beaten from distance. Minutes later he controlled a ball on his chest in the box and neatly prodded it home to make it three.
This was too easy and when Bradbrook again pulled off a dipping shot that beat the keeper but struck the underside of the bar early in the second half we were hoping for a comfortable second half.
Things started to wobble when the ref gave a freekick of which the validity was questioned mildly by some around me. Nothing unsure about their finish. Mo Maan, here on loan, beaten to make it 3-1. A powerful strike off the underside of the bar made it 3-2. We couldn't muck this up could we?
No. We held on but the shout that should have rang out through the league as a battle cry sounded more like a satisfied cheer of a fan that probably had too much curry.