A fantastic day on the road all round for Leatherhead as we get a vital win on the road.
The day started early for me, in a pub that was stated as being in the top 6 pubs in Kings Cross but certainly wasn't. I had somehow persuaded Guy to join me and we discussed our chances.
After a couple of Madris we headed to Wood Green where Guy insisted we buy a "walking beer"... a can of Polish beer for the journey. I could feel my membership to the Institute of Chartered Accountants of England & Wales being revoked with every step.
Onto the game and a bright start was soon replaced by Haringey pressure. Suddenly a cross was met by a player who cleverly adjusted his run to beat his marker to head it home for 1-0 to the hosts.
The half wore on and as the pressure grew so did the need for me to stare at my feet and there between the gaps in the decking I spotted the wink of Winston Churchill. A not-so-crisp £5 note lay there and with no obvious tools I employed child labour and the hand of Chloe to grab it. It was that "we will never surrender" spirit that soon filtered out onto the pitch.
The first miracle was that we were awarded a penalty kick. A clear mistimed tackle was spotted and up stepped Bohui to send the 'keeper the wrong way. We should have had a penalty moments later when not one but two players were pulled back when trying to run onto a through ball... but ref had deployed the only one penalty per team law.
Going in 1-1 would have been something to celebrate, so when Archie Burnett pounced on a loose ball in the box and smashed it home from close range to make it 2-1 it caused pints of Guinness to be splattered everywhere.
Second half and normal service resumed when the ref saw a ball strike the hand and awarded the 12th penalty kick against us. It struck the post but snuck in.
The game did swing back in our favour when one of their players saw his second yellow but Haringey had nothing to lose and still looked to win the game. At this point the ref went a little bit rogue and failed to see an obvious foul on the edge of the box. This coincided with my third pint of Guinness, so for the resulting tarade I issued I am truly sorry.
We wanted to win it too as opportunities like this won't come often and it came when a saved shot fell to McGlashan who slotted it under the 'keeper on 89 minutes. Wild scenes followed and well throughout the final few minutes until the handsome ref blew for full time.
Off we marched to Finsbury Park for a couple of Neck Oils to finish off a night that ended with a missed train and a lost bag.
Quite the match to set us up for a friendly Tuesday before another big game on Saturday...