It was a battle to recapture the carefree spirit of the first half an hour, and it's Bielsa's permanent battle in sport; he intends to take not worrying about the opposition to its logical conclusion, so that whatever they're doing, his team keeps playing the same.
Why, after watching so many hours of Liam Cooper kicking a football, does he not shudder like we do when it happens? When he lies awake in bed, in his office, thinking about Kalvin Phillips, what do his thoughts reveal to him, that our eyes, after watching Phillips for two seasons, have not?
Football is exactly as simple and complex as love, and with the right gestures, a whiteboard, and a rudimentary glossary of football terms, it's not beyond the wit of Bielsa to explain to Kalvin Phillips what is in his heart.
Marcelo Bielsa's Newell's looked closer to Howard Wilkinson's Leeds than to Pep Guardiola's Manchester City: a team hard working individuals who, by dedicating themselves to each other and to a tactical plan, achieved much more than they ever could apart.
This is where Bielsa started, contemplating life, death and 3-3-1-3, while the helicopters whirled doom or glory around him.
Leeds have appointed the best coaches in the sport before, but they've tended to either walk out after 44 days, or be Terry Venables.
Major Frank Buckley might not have been the right man to win promotion in 1948, but hiring him had been the right thing to do. Bold, adventurous, frustrating and fun; we should be happy and entertained if Major Marcelo Bielsa comes to Elland Road and fails the same way.