Leatherhead didn't have enough in the tank to see the job out against their National League South opposition after taking a first-half 2-0 lead.
Over 1,600 fans came to see the showdown, and Leatherhead not only avoided a perhaps expected early battering but took the game to Horsham. The first goal came after just seven minutes when Anas was allowed far too much space on the ball to run into the box and pick out Hogan. His finish was crisp, to the near post, and beat the hapless 'keeper with ease. 1-0.
With Hogan playing through the middle, Jordan Gallagher was given the freedom to play down the right, and he relished the task. Like Anas, the Horsham defence found him difficult to handle, and on 36 minutes, he drove into the box. Two or three defenders tried to stop the attack, but none of them fully committed, and with the 'keeper also coming off his line, Jordan simply rolled it into an open net. 2-0.
Moments later, Jordan attempted to curl one into the same corner from further out. Had it not been just a foot wide, a 3-0 lead might have been too much for Horsham to bounce back from. But wide it went, and we went into the break 2-0 up…
The second half was a very different story. Horsham had regrouped and came out with purpose, whereas we largely looked like we only wanted to defend our lead. That lead was halved just four minutes into the half when some tight passing through the middle freed a striker to advance on goal and coolly finish. 2-1.
On the hour mark, it was all square when Horsham broke away from our corner. We had just gotten back into the game and were applying pressure when Anas completely mistimed a shot, allowing the ball to be stolen and pushed up the pitch. During the pre-match warm-up, Horsham had exhibited some of the most clinical practice shots I've ever seen. I barely feared for my face or cup of tea once. One player stood out in particular—Ola Ogunwamide—who fired a powerful, dipping shot over Sonny and into the side netting from the edge of the box. 2-2.
The game remained even, and just as we debated which end penalties would be taken at, disaster struck. A well-worked move down the left allowed for a cross across the face of our goal, and a Horsham player was on hand to slide in and prod it home. 3-2.
So, the FA Sodding Trophy adventure ended exactly how I feared it would: losing to a local rival we know too well, as opposed to the delight of losing 5-0 away at Carlisle or somewhere similar. Now we can get back to the business of trying to win the league, and I wonder how many of the Leatherhead-based 1,600 will be donning two pairs of socks for the visit of Moneyfields on Tuesday…