Bedford's midfield simply suffocates everything Bridgwater attempt to build, and Carlton Bishop in particular looks like a man who has somewhere to be while Melker Lundin wanders around wondering what football is for — which, honestly, same. Bridgwater register zero meaningful attacks, which is either a tactical masterclass from Bedford or confirmation that Bridgwater's forward line has given up on life entirely, a feeling I understand on a profound and cellular level. A narrow home win, achieved with all the joy of filing a tax return.

Bedford's midfield is going to absolutely steamroll Bridgwater today — Zak Andrews and Carlton Bishop controlling the engine room like twin wrecking balls while Bridgwater's midfield offers nothing in response. With ten estimated attacks raining down on Bridgwater's goal and zero coming back the other way, this is less a football match and more a siege. Julian Moreno sweeping up behind a dominant defensive line means Bedford barely need to break sweat — one goal will be enough to seal this fortress shut.