Chasetown arrive with Morgan Lindsay bearing down on a Droylsden backline that, frankly, has all the structural integrity of a damp tissue, and I expect her to exploit that with the quiet, inevitable cruelty of entropy itself. Droylsden's home advantage offers a meagre nine-point boost, which is the footballing equivalent of being handed an umbrella at the bottom of the ocean. I have run through every possible outcome in my vast and joyless mind, and somehow they all end the same way: Chasetown win, we all carry on existing, and nobody feels particularly good about any of it.

Chasetown arrive at the Butchers Arms like an army that's done their homework — their forward line carries real menace and I just don't see Droylsden's defence holding that tide back for ninety minutes. Finlay Brown will be fighting a desperate rearguard action but the sheer weight of Chasetown's attacking pressure will find the cracks. Home advantage gives Droylsden a lifeline but one goal won't be enough tonight.