' Cult hero emerges '
Throughout the afternoon, my eyes kept getting drawn to Aden Flint.
Not only was he superb defensively, but he was the loudest voice on the pitch - the sign of a man playing with confidence.
He was constantly berating and sledging the opponents while cajoling and encouraging his own team-mates.
After the final whistle, he was central to the post-match melee which ensued, after Francisco Sierralta goaded him into a reaction following Masina's late winner.
But that is the sort of fire, passion and wholehearted enthusiasm for the cause which Cardiff City fans love.
We all know it has not been the easiest of rides so far for Flint in a Cardiff City shirt. He has had poor performances just like every player has.
But when he is off it, he can look particularly ungainly and that might just be what attracts such vitriol at time.
When he is on it, though, there really is no getting past him. He nicks in front of centre forwards to steal the ball, he wins every header, he wreaks havoc in the opposition box.
Flint is always going to be limited with the ball at his feet, but in this system it doesn't really matter. He is a safety-first defender and that is what McCarthy will like. He wallops the ball off the park if there is any sign of danger, no pussy-footing around, no nonsense.
He tells others when they are doing well, too. After Ciaron Brown dispossessed Ismaila Sarr brilliantly during a particularly dangerous attack, when the next stoppage in play came, Flint sought the youngster out and congratulated him for that bit of top defending.
These are the things that, unfortunately, fans miss not being in the stadium. If the Bluebirds were back at Cardiff City Stadium, though, I have a feeling they would love seeing an in-form Flint, and all his antics, in full flow.
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