Swindon Supermarine arrive with what I can only describe as a grotesquely superior attacking force, and Tyler MacDonald and Leo O'Donnell will simply overwhelm a Bridgwater backline that looks, frankly, exhausted by the very concept of defending. The home advantage here is almost insultingly negligible — a groundsman who's managed to mow the grass slightly favourably in the forward third does not, I'm afraid, compensate for facing nineteen estimated attacks. I predict Swindon win, which changes nothing, as both sets of supporters will eventually shuffle home to lives of quiet, unexamined disappointment.

Supermarine are going to rain down attacks on Bridgwater all night long — Tyler MacDonald and Leo O'Donnell up front is a brutal combination that will test this backline to its absolute limit. But Joe Richman in goal has the tools to keep Bridgwater in this fight, and I think he pulls off something heroic between the sticks. The home crowd gives Bridgwater just enough fire to nick an equaliser, but they simply can't hold that fortress all night against that kind of forward pressure.