This was as disappointing as it was predictable. With just a week before we play 12-goals-in-two-games Yeovil, it is understandable that some players might be a little distracted and a little (if not miles) off it.
Leatherhead perhaps edged the first half, but the game hardly reflected the league-table positions at kick-off. Dryer fired a powerful shot against the crossbar, only to be adjudged offside, but beyond that there was precious little to get excited about.
The second half was petering along until Cheshunt scored. I thought I saw our defender shoved off the ball to allow the cross into the box, but the referee disagreed, and it ended with a simple tap-in. 0-1.
That finally sparked Leatherhead into life, and we began to play with some real attacking intent. Anas, who had previously shown admirable self-restraint in crossing whenever he won the ball on the right, decided to take matters into his own hands and unleashed a powerful shot that the ‘keeper could only parry into the path of Kennett, who smashed it into the net. 1-1. Now we pressed for a winner.
A double chance came and went, and The Lip’s Marcel Barrington did a Paul Gascoigne by somehow failing to get on the end of a low cross for what looked a certain tap-in. Then our players all seemed to believe they were Morgan Rogers and started trying to bend them in from 30 yards. Amid all the growing excitement and desperation, the one thing that felt inconceivable was that Cheshunt would go down the other end and score — but that is exactly what they did. In the final minute of stoppage time, the ball was worked down the right and coolly slipped under the advancing Sonny Wheeler.
1-2, and we drop out of the play-off places. Attention now turns to the new ground arrangements for the visit of Yeovil…