Cardiff are still alive. Victory on the south coast against the only team they can realistically catch in the scramble to remain in the Premier League means reports of Welsh demise were more than a little premature.
There were those who wondered how Neil Warnock had managed to get his side promoted last season. If he maintains this sort of momentum, heads need not be scratched as to exactly how he kept them up.
Topped off by two smart goals, this was a performance of bravery, intensity and intelligence. Which are three words that nobody would use to describe a Brighton side apparently sleep walking into the Championship.
The statistics before kick off did neither side any favours. Finding the net just nine times on the road all season, Cardiff arrived with the worst away goals record in the division.
Brighton, meanwhile, had suffered four defeats in the last six at the Amex. Brighton hopeless at home, Cardiff awful away: this was a clash of the desperate. But it began with a real zip. Brighton’s Solly March had piled a shot into the side netting within two minutes.
A moment later Neil Etheridge slid out of his area a moment later. And Cardiff responded. Joe Ralls then swung in a cross that only just missed Sean Morrison coming in at the far post. Then Junior Hoilett skipped down the left, crossed, but Aron Gunnarsson shot well over.
And Brighton had a shout for a penalty when Bruno Manga hauled Lewis Dunk to the ground, with arm wrapped around his opponent’s neck. As the game settled, however, the familiar Brighton traits began to be exposed. Passes were not going to feet, crosses were going too long, attacks were stalling as the ball was miscontrolled. Cardiff were quickly hassling them out of possession. And in the 21st minute it all came together.
A Brighton attack broke down as Davy Propper failed to control a pass. Nathanial Mendez-Laing scrambled the ball off the stumbling, stuttering Propper and belted forward out of defence. With Brighton on their heels, he passed to Hoilett, who passed back. Well outside the area, the winger took one touch, then bent a shot beyond Mat Ryan into the corner of the Brighton net. He ran to the Cardiff bench to celebrate with the subs.
Neil Warnock, stony faced, told him to get back into the fray. As Brighton faltered, as the ball was continuously surrendered, as Hughton raged, Mendez-Laing again attacked. Panic now infecting every Brighton touch, the Amex was sinking into anguish.
The half time whistle was greeted with a huge boo, which turned into a throaty roar as the home fans realised encouragement was vital. Brighton emerged for the second half first. Whatever Hughton had said in the dressing room, the requirement was straightforward: go for it. Alireza Jahanbakhsh had a shot, but it lacked conviction. And gradually torpor settled on the enterprise.
Still the ball was too frequently served up to their opponents. Still there was no hint of control or plan. And again Cardiff’s belligerence undermined them. No more than five minutes had elapsed in the second half when a needless freekick was surrendered midway into the Brighton half.
Victor Camarasa floated the ball into the box, Sean Morrison stole in behind Dunk and, as the defender seemed to duck, headed home a second goal. As the Cardiff supporters burst into astonished song, even Warnock, never one for premature celebration, joined in the fist pumping.
Hughton tried to add some quality to his faltering enterprise, bringing on Florin Andone. On his first burst into the box, pursuing Murray’s downward header, he slipped over. Even as Cardiff raged against the certainty of going down, Brighton were sinking into the mire. The weight of what defeat would mean seemed to be in their boots.
Jahanbakhsh haplessly ceded possession when well placed, Solly March was snapped into when trying to turn, Murray passed straight to a green shirt. True, Murray blasted just over the bar, March had a sharp run deep into Cardiff territory and a late freekick that drifted beyond the post. But Brighton needed more. They needed precision, accuracy, intelligence. Above all they needed belief.
Confidence, however, appeared to have been entirely surgically removed. They huffed and puffed, Morrison required to clear from a free kick, the substitute Jose Izquiredo shooting extravagantly over the bar. But Cardiff did precisely what Bournemouth had done at the weekend: they dominated every part of the game.
Brighton still have Wolves, Spurs, Newcastle, Arsenal and Manchester City to play. But after this, it is hard to see them gaining so much as a point from that schedule. Cardiff face Liverpool, Fulham, Crystal Palace and Manchester United. Now just two points behind, one win out of that lot might be enough. The great escape is still on.