Clevedon's home advantage ought to mean something, but "ought to" is one of those phrases I've learned to distrust in the same way I've learned to distrust everything else. Glen Cole and Max Black will huff and puff up front while Freddy Arboleda and James Hays absorb it all with the weary competence of men who've done this a thousand times and expect to do it a thousand more. A draw, then — the mathematical embodiment of effort achieving precisely nothing.

Clevedon's forward line looks absolutely ferocious today — Max Black, Glen Cole, and Jack Brown form a devastating trio that will test Harrogate's backline to breaking point, and with 20 estimated attacks raining down on that Railway defence, something's going to give. The home advantage at +9 is like having an extra man on the pitch, and that Clevedon crowd will be a wall of noise driving those forwards forward. Harrogate will nick one back to keep it nervy, but Clevedon hold the fortress and take the three points.