Horsham showed their unpredictability once again when they emerged with two points against second in the table Luton Town. They fully deserved their win and should really have run up half a dozen goals. Luton tried to play their crisp, close passing game, but in the Queen-street mud it just didn‘t work. Horsham, on the other hand, kept the ball in the air, and as a result Luton were kept on the defensive for the best part of the ninety minutes. Towards the end of the game the mud made good football practically impossible and the problem was how to keep standing rather than how to score goals.
It was not until a minute or so before half-time that Horsham opened the scoring. Inside-right Robin Stepney ﬂicked a pass from David Green to Johnny Elphick who smashed the ball home, let-footed, from point-blank range. Taylor equalised for Luton just after the interval with an almost identical shot to Elphick’s, but Horsham deservedly re-took the lead from a free-kick just outside the penalty area. Bert Pope trotted in from the left-wing to take the kick and, in spite of the mud, he hit the ball like a rocket. Although goalkeeper Rowkins managed to get his hand to the ball, it was travelling far too fast for him to keep it out of the goal. Soon after, another Pope free-kick tore goalwards and Green netted, but the whistle had gone for offside.
Jack Marriner, playing at right-back, had one of his best games for weeks and the lively young winger Fitzpatrick, one of the most highly-rated players in the Luton side, seldom put one over on him. Albert King also had the full measure of Bradley, and John Browning at centre-half had centre-forward Adamson tied down. Pope put in a fine display and his shooting power over the past few games had shown that he had refound his old form and deserved the chance to get goals from a more central position. Inside-left Roger Christmas and right-half Roy Scutt did not have their best games. Christmas did not seem happy in the forward line, missing several shooting chances and hanging back far too often, hinting that he would have been far happier in the half-back line.