THEY came, they saw, they beat us fairly easily. The Bluebirds looked good to me a bit too good in fact.
For the third league game in succession, Wrexham took the lead, but also, for the third league game in succession, surrendered it. The Reds haven't been unlucky recently they've simply been outclassed. There is a chasmlike gulf developing between us and other sides, even midtable sides. This is worrying.
On the Kop on Sunday I heard the first Smith out! jibe. It was uttered with tongue firmly in cheek but it was a rather unpleasant omen of things to come (perhaps).
In my view, the culprits against Cardiff were Roberts (catastrophic defensive mistake), Walsh (catastrophic mis-positioning) and Ferguson (catastrophic dip in form).
There was a time when Fergie bossed games from first minute to last, but sadly those days seem to have gone. At the moment he looks slow and off the pace. What is more, his corner-kicks and free-kicks have seriously deteriorated in quality and originality.
Twelve months ago, I would have said that DF possessed the best footballing brain in the squad; now I'm not so sure.
Against Cardiff, most of his approach balls up to the front two were not only misplaced but misconceived. If Fergie Jnr thinks he can survive on reputation and surname alone, I'd say he's got another thing coming.
The televised fixture was noteworthy for other reasons. Faulconbridge had what must have been his quietest game in a red shirt (or any other colour shirt for that matter) and Trundle had at least five defenders on him every time he tried to turn (I exaggerate only slightly).
In addition, right-back Whitley looked quality and newboy Sharp looked average. Striker Sam confused opposition defenders and himself when he came on, while wingman Edwards scored a nice goal but flattered to deceive for the rest of the time.
Off the field, things were not much better: low-intelligence Cardiff fans looking for trouble on the Kop during the game, and then bringing the town to a standstill in its immediate aftermath. Army personnel were at the Racecourse to take part in important pre-Poppy Day ceremonies; perhaps they should have been employed in fan-control manoeuvres instead.
But the intermittent nastiness should not take anything away from the spectacle of a tasty all-Wales derby: full-throttle and incident-packed.
I spotted Joey in the dugout (a rare sight these days!), Carey signing autographs on the touchline (top pro!), and Andy Legg getting a bit prickly with Reds fans in the Paddock (nice one!).
Before the game, things were just as interesting. I was almost run over by an official Tiverton Town FC car.