This game looked like it was going to penalties from the opening few minutes, the only surprise being there were two goals scored within the 90 minutes.
It wasn't a classic. Leatherhead squandered a couple of chances when they had 1-1s, one by Archie and someone who looks exactly like Archie.
In the second half Chersey mounted an attack with their striker in possession inside the box. He still had plenty to do but managed to hold off one our defenders and release a powerful shot into the back of the net. 0-1.
It felt like this had happened in the 120th minute but a quick glance at the scoreboard showed it was only 67 minutes. Plenty of time...
Chertsey had won everything in the air. In fact the only corner that was not met by a Chertsey head was when it was kicked straight out for a goal kick. So when, on 85 minutes, a corner was predictably cleared we thought another chance had gone but it fell to Dan Hector; who shifted the ball to his right and rifled a shot into the top right hand corner.
Suddenly the game sprang to life. Leatherhead mounted another quick attack but this broke down to send the visitors up the other end where they very nearly scored but for an amazing save from Slav. Penalties then...
The ref really should have gone straight to penalties as this was the best part of the game by far. Both teams made their first three before Tarpey stepped up and hit the bar. The pressure of the fifth penalty was too much for Chertsey's fifth penalty taker and he also hit the bar.
Parity remained until the eighth penalty where Slav stepped up. We have been here before when Zak took one... same song, same result as it sailed over the bar. Then their cocky 'keeper stepped up and out of some weird goal-keeper-union sympathy he sent the ball the same way.
It was getting tense now and I looked down to make an update and I was inexplicably about to tweet a picture of the San Siro... foreign objects struck my leg... basically I lost count.
I knew enough that if Slav saved after we scored we would win. He had already got his hands on two but not managed to keep it out but finally he got enough on (the tenth as it turns out) one to send us into the next round.
Smashing. Onto Marlow!