York have the home advantage and Logan Edwards will cause Dennis Ruddle no end of trouble with his marauding runs, which at least gives the afternoon a brief flicker of purpose before it inevitably dissolves into a draw. Boston's midfield, led by the quietly competent Javier Diaz, will suffocate York's attempts to turn their attacking presence into anything meaningful, which is really just a metaphor for everything. A draw is the universe's way of telling both sets of supporters that their journey here was, on balance, unnecessary.

York's home fortress gives them the edge in territory, but Boston are threading danger through the middle with real intent — that midfield corridor is wide open and Javier Diaz looks like he could exploit it all afternoon. Lee Calhoun will need to be sharp between the sticks because when Boston break, they carry genuine venom up front. A draw feels right, but this one could tear open at any moment.