Thursday, March 21, 2013
Fluxton 5 - 0 Cheriton Fitzpaine
All that is great follows phrases worth enduring. Fluxton braved sunshine, rain, wind and hail in the ‘game of four seasons.’ Unfortunately, for the legions of fans and curious dog walkers, the games artistry wasn’t to match its musical namesake, writes by Andrew Butcher
The Cherries started brightly, belying their position at the foot of the table; the game’s harvest was to be more stone than sweet fruit. They appeared insatiable, moving the ball with the agility of a circling predatory shark. With Matt Sercombe in goal, however, we weren’t going to need a bigger boat: Fluxton were treading water but the aggressor was toothless.
By comparison, Fluxton were pragmatic, Paget releasing a series of three scud missiles (long throws) deep into the six-yard box. The weapon was unerringly accurate and chillingly potent.
The three goals were carbon replicas - a melee of players, a fumbling ‘keeper and a Fluxite to help the ball over the line - Will Bidder twice, debutant Tristan Dorey once.
Flux were three up, but the game was soured before the orange stop.
A double miscarriage of justice in the space of five minutes against Sam Fisher. Firstly, kicked above the left eye and then booked for a challenge that would have made Bobby Moore blush! Tipton’s turf is unlikely to see a finer challenge.
The amorphous Will Bidder stole the second half. Four players in one, a hybrid of Flux’s glitterati: Longs pacey doggedness, Sercombe’s creative flair, Lewis’s ghostly movement and finally his very own rapier finishing. It was with a certain inevitability that he converted the penalty – again a by-product of Paget’s long throw. Four nil.
Flux pressed on for a fifth, despite protestation from a hail-worn and weathered opposition. The ref was a stoic: “ the casio says there’s ten minutes yet.” Bidder was the beneficiary, pouncing on Cherries’ vulnerable pups at the back and arrowing a 20-yard drive bottom right. The double brace for a bracingly windy afternoon.