There was initial disappointment at The Grove with the announcement of the team; there was no David Norris nor Tom Bradbrook. It was like the Dream Team rocking up to Barcelona without Larry Bird and Magic Johnson.
The disappointment continued as, despite playing some pretty football around the box, Leiston opened the scoring with a header from a corner. Leatherhead persisted playing around the box while Leiston played through the middle. Their striker looking dangerous scoring after bursting into the box and shooting from the right. Luckily he was also looking a bit wasteful when he missed a one on one and then being denied by our ‘keeper from close range.
Being 2-0 at half time and there was barely a hint of hope but from somewhere a recovery was found. Leatherhead have clearly been given a mandate to shoot from distance and one finally paid off. A poorly cleared ball fell to Richard Seixas and his shot kept low (an act that could not be repeated by his team mates), taking a couple of deflections, to beat the ‘keeper. 2-1. Game on.
Leatherhead’s tails were up and clearly Leiston were worried but not petrified as they still mounted some attacks of their own. Leatherhead failed to deal with one of these attacks and the weakest of shots appeared to beat our ‘keeper near post. 3-1 with 23 minutes left to go, surely it was over.
Leatherhead and the referee had different ideas. Not that the ref made bad decisions, not at all! He just suddenly managed to see a foul in the box as the previous two were deemed to be just inches outside. Sole steps up and makes it 3-2.
Leiston started to play it into the corners to waste time now but with a minute left one of their players, who could have run unchecked to the corner, decided to cross. This was cut out and we built are last two or three attacks with the possession. It was with the last try we scored.
A perfectly weighted ball found Hughes-Mason, who had already struck the post moments earlier. One on one with the ‘keeper he skipped past him; all he had to do was put it into the net; all he had to do was control it; surely now he could shoot; he needed another touch; then take a stumble; then coolly dispatched the shot from a tighter angle than anyone behind the goal would have liked. It went in though and Leatherhead went wild, casting aside the ghost of Folkestone where we suffered the same fate. The ref then allowed just one touch from Leiston before blowing for full time.
Entertaining stuff, in the end. Off to Burgess Hill on Saturday then…