The game was not pretty but Folkestone were sent home pointless and lucky to have only conceded one. I did worry about this game given the ambitions of the 4th placed visitors who were looking over their shoulder at Merstham. I had nothing to fear as they turned up and were shackled from the start.
While on Wednesday it was almost a free for all the wide players set out with a clear instruction it would seem to “tuck in” and so the visitors resorted to a long ball game. Food and drink to “Terry Butcher and his mate” who kept any attack at bay for much of the 90 minutes. I do not want to do Ibrahim a disservice, he may have pulled off a wonderful save but I do not remember a meaningful attack until we got into the 4th minute of injury time in the second half.
Our goal was a screamer. A ball into the box was partially cleared which fell to Bradbrook who instinctively decided to hit it first time. It flew into the near corner leaving the diving ‘keeper no chance.
Half time entertainment ensued with a foul mouthed team talk from the visiting manager. You could tell by the limp applause that it had missed its target and Folkestone went out and played even worse than they had before. Leatherhead seemed quite content with this and so the game became rather stale. Three points were becoming a certainty.
It could have been made safer when in the last 10 minutes Leatherhead then started tearing into Folkestone. Theo was denied by the ‘keeper who had been lambasted by his manager for slicing a clearance. Then Ryan Mahal struck the crossbar from 6 yards when faced with an open goal.
These misses looked like they could haunt us only when the ref went on to find 2 to 3 minutes of extra extra time but we held out. A mid-week trip to Whitstable now awaits…