FA CUP WIN AGAINST GOOD OPPOSITION...
THE BACON SLICER
Report courtesy of Paul White
Mr Bacon, of the two Binfield pre-season friendlies I watched, I'm sorry but I wasn't too impressed. However, it
seems that Mr Herridge had something special up his sleeve, most likely a magic wand. I watched the demise of a very good Chichester City side and for me an unexpected result, but made more memorable by the enormity of the achievement. The visitors were only broken late, however Binfield found their shooting boots and if it has to be from long range, then may they go in and the first two did.
Binfield for me on a Saturday and why not? They always make me and my friends welcome. The place looks incredibly smart with new dressing rooms - lick of paint, boardroom - lick of paint and the usual suspects, most of whom need a lick of ... . I offered to put out the corner flags, then rebuked for not positioning the two remaining flags on the halfway line. Keep your foot still Rob!
The referee blew the whistle and we were off, but the game immediately stopped, as the ball was too soft. Binfield's first attack was dug out for a corner-kick and a miss-hit cross was grabbed by Binfield's keeper, Matt Hill. One header was on target for the Moles and the next
Chichester City attack was snuffed out, as they headed over the middle of the goal. Binfield fell behind in the 12th minute to a wonder strike from Dave Herbert. His shot flew over Hill’s head on an angle of 45 degrees from the edge of the penalty area. Hill was lucky, he pushed
away the next goal-bound effort. Sean Moore equalised for Binfield on 18 minutes. Again, a long range strike, beat flailing arms and into the roof of the net. A dipping Moles free-kick was on target, but diverted for a corner-kick. Binfield's direct approach was troubling the visitors defence and Chichester using exactly the same tactics were making life difficult for the home rearguard. The rain stopped and the sun came out. Brad Pagliaroli was denied, his side-footed effort needed more pace. The excellent first-half continued with Binfield recovering, although the home team tightened up, as Chichester had greater control and the more measured play. A wayward Binfield shot was high wide and over, then a harmless cross drifted past everyone. Half-time approached and on 42 minutes another wonder strike gave the Moles a 2-1 half-time advantage. Pagliaroli produced a long range stunner. A clinical strike from distance beat the goalkeeper, all ends up. With a bit of a swerve on it, the ball was lashed at pace and trouble in the City dressing room at half-time. Their boss gave his team talk in Anglo-Saxon. I sense everyone heard it and that could only benefit Binfield.
Into the second-half and James Knight casual mis-hit skewed wide. It could have easily found the corner and then a moment for the referee, as he chose to ignore the insults, when Chichester City really should have racked up the bookings. I said, Binfield needed a third goal. They won't survive with two and an amazing goalmouth scramble produced a double-save, really Chichester City’s keeper scarcely deserved to make. The ball should have gone in, but Chichester City weathered the storm and discovered a route forward. On 63 minutes, Chichester City levelled at 2-2 with Duncan Jupp’s curling free-kick, out on the left and into the right. On 65 minutes, Binfield set up Danny Langford in front of goal. He took his time with a placement and found the net. He was left unmarked right in front of the goalkeeper,
as Chichester City momentarily lost concentration. Binfield were still going strong and on 73 minutes, the initial shot was kicked out, but the follow up finished off by Knight for a 4-2
scoreline. Into the closing minutes and the best place for the ball was the bushes. However,
a last gasp goal for Chichester City made the score 4-3. Scott Jones tapped the ball in after
the all home defence stopped, leaving a simple task. Into six minutes of added time and the
usual ‘bad manners’ moment ended the contest with Chichester City reduced to ten-men
and not for two yellows. ... and that as you say, brings home your Danish, Mr Bacon.