Tonbridge look sufficiently less awful than Droylsden in the midfield area, which is the most damning compliment I can offer anyone. Jordi Navarro ought to smother whatever Droylsden's Young Jae Cho attempts to build in the centre, not because it matters, but because that is apparently what we are all here to watch. A single, lonely goal for the home side feels like the universe's way of saying it tried, briefly, before giving up — much like the rest of us.

Tonbridge are absolutely suffocating Droylsden in the final third tonight — I'm counting roughly four times the attacking threat, and on this ground, with that home crowd roaring, Droylsden's defensive unit is going to crack under the pressure. Elias Jönsson barely has a save to make all night, which tells you everything about how completely Tonbridge control this encounter. A narrow win, but a convincing performance — the Angels own this battlefield.