Alex Fletcher: ‘I felt like if I passed out that could have been it really’
I t was, Alex Fletcher says, just an ordinary matchday but one that soon spiralled into the extraordinary and almost culminated in tragedy. There were the usual routines and rituals: the two-hour car journey from Exeter to Twerton Park with a few of his Bath City teammates, his double step and jump before the pre-match handshakes. He was on a high after scoring the winning goal at Tonbridge Angels in the National League South three days earlier, feeling on top of his game with the club pushing for the sixth‑tier playoffs. But five minutes into November’s match against Dulwich Hamlet, after haring on to a pass and attempting to cross the ball first time, Fletcher received a nudge and went thudding into advertising hoardings reinforced with concrete blocks.
