Marine FC's midfield, anchored by the hapless Miksa Kelemen, will spend the afternoon watching AFC Fylde's William Peverell disappear into the distance like hope itself vanishing on a grey Tuesday. The gulf between these two attacking forces is so vast I briefly considered whether Marine FC have actually brought a football team or simply a collection of people who once saw a football. I predict four goals for Fylde, which I suppose is marginally more interesting than the heat death of the universe, though only marginally.

Marine FC are walking into a fortress tonight and their midfield is going to get absolutely decimated — Fylde are going to run riot through the centre of the park and Marine simply have no answer for it. Peverell up front is licking his lips at a defence that looks paper-thin, and with home advantage roaring behind them, this could turn ugly fast.