Halifax's attacking intent is suffocating here, with Craig Campbell and Jakob Schmitt bearing down on a Kendal defence that looks structurally optimistic at best, and Christian Smith in goal will probably have a quieter afternoon than I've had any Tuesday for the last forty years. Kendal's midfield may bustle and toil through George Armstrong and Jayden McLaughlin, but all that energy amounts to precisely nothing when your forwards are staring into the abyss with a combined threat that Halifax simply swat aside. A narrow home win, which is the football equivalent of finding a slightly less damp corner of an already very damp room.

Halifax's forward line is going to absolutely tear Kendal apart tonight — that attacking weight advantage is like a battering ram against a wooden gate. Christian Smith in goal barely needs to break a sweat with Kendal mustering barely a handful of genuine threats all night. One goal, clean sheet, job done — Halifax grind it out on their own turf.