Welling's midfield is a churning, purposeless engine of perpetual motion — Sylar Kelley and Evan Burns will dominate possession in the way that all possession is ultimately dominated, meaning it will amount to very little of lasting consequence. York's forwards, led by the interchangeable despair of Hofmann and Gerrard, will find just enough gaps in Welling's defence to ensure that nobody wins, nobody loses, and everybody goes home vaguely dissatisfied, which is the closest football gets to honesty. A draw, then — the universe's favourite result, because it implies effort while confirming futility.

Welling's forward line looks absolutely ferocious tonight — 79 in attack against York's defence is a mismatch that should tear through them repeatedly. But here's the thing, York's keeper Lee Calhoun is a wall between those sticks and will drag his side back into this game every single time Welling threaten to pull away. This one's going to be a brutal back-and-forth slugfest that neither side deserves to lose.