Dan the man gets in behind the Fleet defence but his cross is cleared away.
There's forked lightning hitting the ground nearby. Maybe it's hit one of those leather furniture warehouses that seem to be everywhere round here.
Rice gathers a shot from Long.
The lights are on here as the skies darken.
There's a penalty shout as Hawkins blocks a Zebroski cross, but it's his head, not his hand.
The Fleet fans are Mexican waving now, and Torquay aren't joining in.