There was nothing low-key about anyone's celebrations, and why not? Leeds hadn't just waited a long time for this goal, they'd worked a long time for it, ever since Gabriel Gudmundsson scored the other way down London.
Yorath said he owed everything to the grounding Revie and Collins gave him at Leeds, but those were the values of people who'd grown up in wartime. Yorath was a product of his own times, times that were moving quickly. To move on, he had to be allowed to forget some of what he'd been taught.
Tired after playing for Leeds against Reading, Phil Masinga had to be persuaded into the first match in South Africa. The next day, for Ghana, Tony Yeboah was volleying fresh.
This season is for giving in to modern football's desire for turning itself into the worst kind of office work, for ensuring incremental off-field progress is supported by meeting predetermined on-field key performance indicators, i.e., not getting flipping relegated.
Sometimes you just have to give up a game up to the fates. But then you remember the fates have Harvey bloody Barnes playing for them.
The Baseball Ground's half-time song was, 'Brian Deane is a wanker', and Jim Smith's tactic was to keep five at the back but also two up front and keep up the sort of pressure that had striker Marco Gabbiadini trying to get to the ball through Richard Jobson's face. It worked.
In the end Leeds United won a valuable point that could be important for the longer term progression of the club against its key performance indicators on and off the field. But this was one occasion when fans wanted more than that Premier League routine.
Holding Liverpool to nil this way marked a complete and completely necessary inversion of Farke's promotion chasing Leeds United into a team chasing 17th with the same hunger, and the same sense of glory. Expectations have been lowered. And despite that, excitement has increased.
A game, two goals, some players and a season of stories destined for the record books, one way or another. Leeds and Sunderland have plenty left to say to each other.
Leeds scored their third goal while Cantona was off the pitch, having stitches. When he finally reappeared on the touchline he was no longer Elland Road's king in absentia, but a fallen one. Tomas Brolin had taken his crown.