Hyde FC bring eight estimated attacks to Rushden's five, and yet I find myself entirely unable to summon the enthusiasm to care, because Brandon Collins up front will spend the afternoon running into the organised misery of Baron Jackson and friends, achieving precisely nothing. Gareth Scott will toil thanklessly in midfield against Hyde's superior numbers, like a small boat rowing into an indifferent ocean. A goalless draw — the footballing equivalent of existing without purpose, which, now that I think about it, describes everything quite well.

Hyde FC are carrying a ferocious attacking threat up front, and with Brandon Collins leading that line, Rushden's backline is going to have a brutal evening. Their midfield just doesn't have the firepower to match Hyde's engine room, so I don't see Rushden breaking down that defensive wall at the other end. Hyde grind out a gritty away win — a stone cold smash-and-defend masterclass.