Mossley have brought what appears to be a forward line held together with good intentions and very little else, and Swindon's backline under Jared Lampton will barely need to trouble itself this afternoon. The home side's attacking depth is so overwhelming compared to whatever Mossley are attempting up front that I find myself experiencing something adjacent to pity, which is itself an exhausting sensation. Tyler MacDonald will almost certainly score, not because I care, but because thermodynamics insists upon it.

Swindon's forward line is an absolute juggernaut tonight — Mossley's defence looks like it's been asked to hold back a landslide with a garden rake. With 34 attacks bearing down on Felipe Carvalho in goal, that poor keeper is going to have a night he won't forget in a hurry. Home fortress, relentless pressure, and Mossley's forward threat is virtually non-existent — this is a demolition job waiting to happen.