AFC Fylde's forward line has a grotesque abundance of attacking intent compared to Bedford Town's rather apologetic attempts to threaten going the other way, and I suppose William Peverell will inevitably cause whatever misery he's contractually obliged to cause up front. James MacLeod in goal will have approximately nothing to do, which is the footballing equivalent of my entire existence, and yet somehow he'll still be considered useful. Bedford's Zak Andrews can dominate midfield all he likes, but when your forwards collectively resemble a strongly-worded letter rather than an actual threat, it matters very little.

Fylde's forward line is going to tear Bedford apart tonight — that attacking pressure is relentless and Bedford's defence simply doesn't have the walls to hold back the storm. Groundsman's pitch is a weapon in itself at home, and Fylde know every blade of grass out there. Bedford's midfield might push hard through Zak Andrews, but it won't be enough when the final reckoning comes.