Thank goodness for Mark Johnson's feet. With them, there was a feint whiff. But without them, we would have suffered further humiliation against a Cheshunt side that we should have beaten.
We showed that we were able to play our game on our terms during the opening period of the game and continual pressure from an ascendant Berkhamsted 3s side was partially rewarded by a goal (Ben Moorhouse, short corner) that closed the first half.
The half time advice - not to allow them to penetrate our rings! - did not prevent us getting shafted. Our substitutions were not seamless and our shape was regularly lost like someone bursting out of a charity shop dress.
To say we gave the game away is an understatement but there were sufficient decent passages of play to maintain a glimmer of hope for the season. Come on you 3s!