29 March used to have the special meaning for me as my wedding anniversary: 21 years today. Scrap that, it is now 0 years since we scored in the 97th minute to beat Ks and keep our chances of finishing in a play-off place alive.
It did not look like it was going to turn out that way from the first 20 minutes as we started much like we did against Farnham; like meek rabbits caught in the headlights. Any hopes of blundering our way through it faded when a ball into the box took a wicked deflection off Cameron Black and went in on just six minutes.
Leatherhead did not take the early punch well and staggered about on the ropes for a further 14 minutes until something clicked. Suddenly Leatherhead were relentless and sending in shots from all over the place. The opening goal came from a brief period of head-tennis and eventually Cameron Black was at hand to head home to atone for his own goal.
Just two minutes later our pressure resulted in another goal. Some nice build-up play down our left got the ball into Alfie Huckle in the box who sent in a powerful shot into the bottom right corner. A defender dived and used his hand to try and save it, but it found the side netting to spare him a red card. We should have really scored more but we ended the half 2-1.
Second half, for 40 minutes was a fairly even and tame affair. Then it all happened. Ks had been growing in the game for some time now but we had largely managed to hold them at bay. Then we found ourselves with a player one on one with the 'keeper to make it 3-1… his shot was too near the 'keeper not once but twice and the chance was lost.
As we entered stoppage time, Ks launched what they hoped would be the last attack of the game as the referee saw a foul and signalled a penalty. Wheeler guessed the wrong way and at 2-2 it looked like our season was over. The referee allowed play to go beyond the four minutes signalled to allow Leatherhead to attack from the restart. After a couple of false starts we broke with the ball down the middle… that went left and then right to Everitt who smashed it into the top right corner. 3-2. Limbs.
When the whistle came, more wild scenes followed as our players – Uxbridge, please take note – celebrated in front of their supporters rather than goad the away support. Onto Saturday then, when we reacquaint ourselves with Uxbridge again…