One-nil doesn't quite tell the full story. Leatherhead played without the kind of fear that has previously allowed Moneyfields to bully us, and instead with a level of dominance and control that really ought to have produced three or four goals.
One thing I wasn't expecting on arrival was the club's new crèche set-up. Apparently, on matchdays you can drop off your ten-year-old and they'll be entertained with loudhailers and Anglo-Saxon language. Leatherhead, meanwhile, kept Moneyfields pinned back in their own half, so, like any under-10s match, the kids simply followed the ball. They tried watching from behind our goal, but were swiftly moved on by the stewards.
Then came the breakthrough. Breckon latched onto a clever through ball, broke free, and ran clear on goal. In strode their cocky number 6, who brought Breckon down in the box. He was the last man, but the referee decided — conveniently — that it was a genuine attempt to play the ball and only showed a yellow. Back came the kids to try to put off Hogan, but there was only one winner. 1-0.
Moments later, Kane got tangled in the box and Moneyfields' number 5 took exception. As he got up, he "accidentally" kneed Kane in the back of the head. The ref saw it and, despite us receiving a red card for less in the same fixture last year, let him off with a warning.
Dickson was a standout in the first half, but he picked up an injury late on. I worried we'd lose momentum, but Seb came in and did well. We went into half-time 1-0 up.
In the second half, the Moneyfields we know and love turned up. They hadn't had much chance to play-act while they were chasing the game, so they made up for it by screaming louder and rolling around more dramatically in the hope of forcing us into card trouble — and the ref lapped it up.
At one point, two of their defenders went down in a synchronised display of dying, and they must have been disappointed that only one yellow was issued. Meanwhile, Breckon was being manhandled every time the ball went up to him, but because he left the Oscar performances to Hollywood, he got nothing from the referee.
When we were allowed to play, Leatherhead dominated and missed chance after chance. Hogan could have added two more: first from a cross that found him alone in the box (and then again from the follow-up), and later from a shot that nearly dipped under the bar. But we couldn't find the second goal to give ourselves a vital cushion.
I don't remember seeing a board for added time in either half, so we were left guessing as Moneyfields rallied for a late equaliser. A cheer went up from some of the travelling support at news Westfield had conceded late, just as a cross dropped to number 5 alone in front of goal. Thankfully, he ballooned it over, and the referee blew shortly after, sparking wild celebrations behind the far goal.
A steward then came over to advise us we needed to stay inside until they dispersed the prepubescent ultras. It's happened to me before, but I was away at Steaua Bucharest over 20 years ago — so it was strange to have the same thing at a non-league match in Portsmouth. When we eventually left, they were still outside with flares, so the move felt somewhat futile.
Somehow, we got out of the ground alive and look forward to the trip to Raynes Park Vale on Tuesday…