A game full of controversy and action was played out last night, proving the Surrey Senior Cup to be the best knockout trophy in the world. Upon arrival, the impressive Tuesday night crowd (of… cough… 399… cough) appeared to be in good spirits in anticipation of the game ahead.
By contrast to the second half, the first half was a tame affair. Leatherhead showed their intent in the first 10 minutes until Hogan received a nasty tackle on the edge of the box. The referee had already decided it was too early to issue a yellow card, as an earlier deliberate foul had also gone unpunished, and this one followed suit. Hogan then received a talking-to for not being injured enough to nearly score a "worldie" from the resulting free-kick. This seemed to take the sting out of our attack, allowing Chertsey to regain control.
Both opening goals came from defensive errors. Sonny managed to find the back of a defender with a clearance, and the loose ball was calmly slotted away by Karl Oliyide. 0-1. We struck back when their keeper could only palm a shot from range into the path of Breckon. 1-1.
As I sat down at half time and drank the most expensive cup of tea in non-league football, I genuinely thought we would come out and put this game to bed… but it looked like I was quite wrong as Oliyide raced toward a hat trick in the opening two minutes of the second half. More drama unfolded when a high ball seemed to be harmlessly landing about 30 yards out when Rileigh Hebditch (who had replaced Sonny at half-time) came out and "took the mark," inexplicably catching it about 10-15 yards outside the area. The referee came over, saw the young, apologetic keeper, must have said something like "ohhhh, you scamp," ruffled his hair a bit, and sent him back in goal, much to the annoyance of the Chertsey players.
The comeback really didn't look likely, so I sauntered toward the exit around the 80-minute mark. "Bye then," muttered a smug Chertsey fan just as Cameron Black thundered a header into the back of the net… 2-3. Soon after, the comeback was complete when Kane burst through the center of the area and fired in a volley. 3-3. "Auf wiedersehen, meine fraulein"…
I thought we had won it in the 90th minute when another Kane shot beat the keeper and appeared to hit the inside of the post, but it must have bounced back into the arms of the keeper. The referee failed to play all of the 2 minutes of extra time—which, given the four goals, substitutions, and the incident with Rileigh, seemed sparse—and sent us to penalties.
Since I had already moved toward the exit, I was in a prime position, behind the goal, to see the first Chertsey player place his shot well wide. I let out an involuntary laugh, a real belly laugh that drew the attention of the home supporters and made me a marked man for the rest of the shoot-out. We scored our first to make it 1-0, but there were still few Tanners supporters around me to help out if things went south. They scored, and we missed, increasing the barrage of low-level abuse coming my way.
Then Rileigh stepped up to save their third penalty from Oliyide, who took longer to dramatically face the other way and turn than to concentrate on actually scoring… or should I say he stepped out… A replay shows he was off his line when he made the save, but the linesman didn't give it. We scored. 2-1. From the next penalty, Chertsey hit the crossbar, and again the fans accused Rileigh of leaving his line. As the ball missed the target, unless the frame of the goal left its line early, I hardly see the relevance. We scored to make it 3-1 and sent us into the next round.
As a supporter of Leatherhead, I have trudged off disappointed after losing in this competition to teams like Ashford and South Park, so I was surprised at just how upset and angry the home supporters were. I had several supporters try to explain "the rules" to me, insisting that Rileigh should have been sent off for that handball, whereas the laws state nothing of the sort, as it did not deny an obvious goal-scoring opportunity. Our cameraman was at fault for something or other, as he looked bemused at the abusers while wearing hi-viz. Meanwhile, Josh Gallagher sits at home with a big glass of brandy and a wry smile.
Back to the league then on Saturday, with the visit of Harrow…