THERE have been seasons in the past where Rovers have had only a solitary hero standing out above the rest on those slow days when inspiration and magic is lacking.

A player who will win a 60/40 ball with excessive vigour to pump up the crowd; a player who gets the ball and makes a driving run into the opposition danger area; a player who will suddenly turn on a sixpence and hit a fierce, accurate shot from nowhere.

Now it seems we have a team full.

We already had a few with the relish for a bone-shaking, but fair, tackle. The liking for a forward burst is shared by many and the unexpected efforts on goal has lit up a few cold spells this last year.

But, idly talking to a career malcontent on Sunday over his half of mild, the grumble-weed could only offer one player to support his usual doom-laden outlook. And that player’s only crime was NOT to have done something extraordinary.

The point at West Brom was more than ‘one that felt like a win.’ It typified the squad as a whole. It laid out for all to see that the poor 45 minutes at Swansea wasn’t going to happen again too quickly.

In all honesty every other Championship team we have had since 2012 would have lost Saturday’s game 0-3 with both manager and team pointing to rotten luck, bad decisions, 10 men, and, well, West Brom have just been relegated, they score a lot and the dog ate my homework.

This is no slight on men like Gary Bowyer or Jordan Rhodes or Dunny, but you know I’m right.

Richie Smallwood fronted up and rises to his ‘full’ height and takes a decision - and he did take it - to put himself into a position of intense vulnerability.

Why? Because he had 100 per cent faith in the nine lads in front of him.

Tony Mowbray spoke recently of allowing senior players to run the dressing room.

That respect cuts both ways. The players made no fuss and just got on with earning a point.