Forest Green's forward line presents a mismatch so catastrophic for Marine that even I, who care about nothing, feel a faint twinge of something resembling pity. Martin Kristensen and the midfield will simply pass through Marine's creative unit like a thought through an empty room, which is to say effortlessly and without resistance. Marine's solitary estimated attack will no doubt be snuffed out too, making this the football equivalent of a very long, very quiet Tuesday afternoon that achieves nothing for anyone.

Forest Green are absolutely suffocating Marine in the midfield trenches today — Kristensen and Weiss are going to own that central territory and Marine simply have no answer for it. With that kind of stranglehold through the middle, Hofmann and Whiteside will feast on whatever scraps come their way up front. Marine are walking into a siege, and I don't see them climbing out.