Bedford's midfield — and I use the word "midfield" loosely, because what Marine are fielding there is less a midfield and more a polite suggestion — will simply swallow this game whole, and Gerry Walker up front will have the kind of afternoon that makes you briefly remember what joy felt like before it was taken from you. Marine's home advantage amounts to a groundsman who has presumably mown the grass into a slightly more decorative pattern of despair. I predicted this result, I stand by this result, and I find no comfort whatsoever in being right.

Bedford's midfield is going to absolutely steamroll through Marine here — Carlton Bishop and Zak Andrews will own the centre of the park and there's nothing Marine can do to stop the waves coming at them. Julian Moreno sweeping behind that Bedford backline means any counter-attack Marine sniffs out will be snuffed out before it even draws breath. Marine's George Lindsay is going to have one of those nights where he's the only reason it's not five.