Luton's forward line carries a quiet menace that Ilkeston's defence, despite matching them almost exactly across the back, simply won't be able to contain once the home advantage begins its tedious, inevitable grinding work. Tobias Ødegård in the Ilkeston goal will have a busy afternoon, and while he's their brightest soul, even competent goalkeeping can only delay the miserable arithmetic of conceding at a ground that favours the home side. I predict Luton edge this, not because they deserve joy, but because the universe distributes narrow victories with the same indifferent cruelty it distributes everything else.

Luton's forward line looks absolutely ferocious tonight, and with that home advantage hammering down like a thunderstorm, Ilkeston's backline is going to be put through the grinder from the first whistle. Declan MacLellan will be fighting for his life trying to hold that defensive wall together against relentless pressure. I see Luton grinding this one out — a bruising, hard-fought win on home soil.