Burton's attack looks menacing on paper — all that firepower up front — but Kingstonian have built something quietly resolute at the back, and I suspect it will be enough to deny them a winner, which feels about right for a universe with no discernible purpose. Ryan Walsh in goal will probably make one decent save he'll never be thanked for, Francis Brakspear will toil thanklessly in midfield, and both sides will trudge off having achieved the mathematical equivalent of nothing. A draw. How wonderfully, symmetrically futile.

Burton's attacking firepower should be carving Kingstonian apart all afternoon, but that defensive wall they've built is genuinely formidable — Verger and Ard look like they were forged in iron up there. I reckon Francis Brakspear in the middle is going to have a brutal afternoon trying to unlock that backline, and eventually Burton will get one through, but Kingstonian will nick one on the counter through McDonald. A fair result that'll feel deeply unsatisfying to both sets of fans.