Pretty at Priestfield? Not at all, but who cares about looks when all you're after is points

Swindon Town went to Gillingham knowing that anything other than success would likely signal the end of any lingering hope of automatic promotion, and by hook, crook and wudjamafluke they secured the necessary win.

These were pig-in-lipstick points, let’s put up no pretence. Swindon were meagre value for their victory, particularly after a first half played out at the sort of speed you might set podcast playback to for an ageing relative.

But sometimes, this is the only way. Sometimes, there is no other way. Often in League Two, this is how things need to play out for teams to enjoy ‘the good times’.