This was like Rondo Wars, and blessed relief when someone took the simple way out of booting the ball into the distance so we could see it done against the fresher background of a different part of the pitch.
United's philosophy was opposite. Not space, but ball. Ball ball ball. Wherever the ball went they rushed to it, competed for it, they were obsessed with it, not the having of it, but the getting it.
Somewhere in this uncanny hinterland between kickabout and full league match, someone risks getting hurt, especially a schoolboy trying to work out how things work, where a bitter clogger thinks he can teach him.
Yes there's a reason I'm just telling you the squad numbers now instead of talking about the football.
The best part of these two goals was Richard Keogh rolling his eyeballs and shouting at all his teammates. He's trying to play like Franz Beckenbauer these days, but, like, like Franz Beckenbauer these days, if you see what I mean.
Marcelo Bielsa, of course, will never give up, and that's why they say he's going to lose his job.
Bielsa always says two challenges face Leeds in the Premier League. When up against richer and more accomplished opponents, Leeds have to force them to play worse. And when other teams try to force Leeds into playing worse, Leeds have to maintain their own game.
I was nervous as a sixteen year old going to games, when I didn't know the unwritten rules, and I was nervous now, walking down under the station and over the river, not sure if the rules were still the same after eighteen months.
What was simple was promotion and staying up and annoying people. Those ambitions generated their own momentum and gave Leeds ample opportunity to piss people off. But what are we even doing now?
I know Bielsa will always love Newell's the most, and one football fan to another I respect that he'll never change. But dear me Leeds must run them close.