Fylde's midfield, led by the tireless Angel Vazquez, will suffocate whatever Chippenham try to build through the centre, and I find it quietly devastating that Tony Long will spend most of this match chasing shadows he'll never catch. The home advantage amounts to nine extra forward points, which is rather like being given a slightly less uncomfortable chair in a waiting room where everyone is doomed. Fylde simply have too much quality through the middle and going forward, and I predict this with the same enthusiasm I'd bring to watching paint dry on a wall that's already falling down.

Fylde's midfield engine looks relentless here, and Angel Vazquez in particular could dictate the tempo and strangle Chippenham's ability to build anything meaningful going forward. The home advantage gives Chippenham a fighting chance but their attack simply lacks the firepower to breach a Fylde defensive unit marshalled superbly by Benjamin White at sweeper. A gritty, grinding away win — Fylde take this one by the skin of their teeth.