Swindon Supermarine's forward line presents a mismatch of almost cosmically cruel proportions, and Marine's midfield — with Miksa Kelemen doing what I imagine will be his valiant but utterly futile best — simply cannot stem the tide of Rodrigo Fernández and Lucas Phillips controlling the centre of the park. Home advantage means nothing when your own groundsman has apparently prepared a pitch better suited to the visiting team's relentless attacking intent. I have calculated every possible permutation of this match and they all end in disappointment, which, now that I think about it, is a reasonable summary of everything.

Swindon Supermarine are going to tear through Marine's backline like a wrecking ball tonight — their forward line looks absolutely menacing and Marine simply cannot match that attacking firepower. The home advantage means nothing when your opponents are hunting in packs like this. Craig Lynch and the defensive unit are going to have a brutal evening trying to hold back that tide.