Evesham's home advantage amounts to precisely nothing when Luton's attack is generating sixteen times the threat — a mathematical humiliation so complete it almost achieves a kind of bleak poetry. Ronan Fitzgerald will toil heroically in midfield, as people do when toiling heroically in midfield, which is to say he will accomplish very little against Nathan Dean and David Perry who simply outclass him in every meaningful way. I predict a single Luton goal, which is probably kinder than Evesham deserves, and everyone involved will go home having experienced something they cannot fully explain but will never quite forget, and not in a good way.

Luton are absolutely suffocating Evesham in every attacking zone, and their defensive wall looks like it's been carved from granite — Evesham are going to find precious little space to breathe up front. Adrian Flores in the Evesham goal is going to be put through absolute hell today, facing wave after wave of Luton pressure with almost no relief from his teammates ahead of him. Home advantage gives Evesham a fighting chance but one goal feels like the realistic ceiling of damage Luton inflict before they're comfortable enough to shut it down.