Leatherhead pulled off a statement result with a fine 3-0 win away at AFC Portchester. After a pre-match pint in one of the two bars serving supporters, I emerged into the new ground to hear their manager had just been presented with Manager of the Month. The kiss of death had been administered.
The first half was a cagey affair, but it sprang into life when one of their players saw red for a high tackle. Did the AFC Portchester player make significant contact with Massango? I don't care. He dived in with the ball out of reach, straight leg, knee height. The red card however, if anything, prompted a robust response from the hosts, and Leatherhead did well to stand up to it.
In the second half, it was difficult to tell who had ten men as AFC Portchester pegged us back. Sensing we needed a goal, I hauled myself from my spot behind the goal to a new position out wide, near the toilets. The switch brought my third goal in two games as Hedley headed in a Paget cross.
The second goal was karma served on a plate. AFC's number 6, Jack Lee, spent much of the game bullying and diving rather than playing football—a tactic that worked for him at Moneyfields last year, when one of our players was sent off following his playacting. This time, a corner was swung in and Lee was so preoccupied with trying to win a foul off Kane that he failed to notice Cameron Black steaming in. Black met the ball cleanly and thumped it into the net.
At 2-0, AFC Portchester probably felt they had us exactly where they wanted us and fancied a route back into it, but we found a third to kill it off. Bancroft was brought on, this time as a straight swap for Breckon, keeping the structural integrity of the formation that was working so well intact. With renewed power and pace up front, he calmly ran onto a long diagonal ball, brought it down, and poked it into the far corner. 3-0.
A great win, and a relatively easy midweek drive home—without the Hindhead Tunnel closing on us. Onto Saturday, and the visit of Hayes & Yeading…