Boston's Groundsman has furnished the forwards with a +7 pitch advantage, which sounds thrilling until you remember that AFC Wimbledon's attack simply appears more purposeful, and Guillaume Hebert in their goal looks like the kind of keeper who will make Reece Wilkinson feel quietly inadequate by comparison. I've run the full miserable calculation of midfields clashing meaninglessly in the York Street mud, and Javier Diaz simply doesn't have enough in him to turn the tide against Kenny Fitzgerald's greater energy. Boston will score, because everything must suffer equally, but Wimbledon leave with the points, and I feel nothing about this.

Wimbledon are arriving at York Street with Ben Butcher looking absolutely ruthless up front, and I don't think Boston's defensive line has the steel to contain that threat tonight. The Groundsman's boosted the forward runs in Boston's half, but Wimbledon's attack is simply operating at a higher voltage right now. Boston will nick one, but this fortress gets breached — Wimbledon march away with the points.