After milking his Christ the Redeemer celebration, Romelu Lukaku pointed to Henrikh Mkhitaryan and ushered him over. Like a camera-shy architect reluctant to be photographed standing next to one of his creations, the quiet Armenian ambled over to accept his portion of applause. It was plentiful.
The Manchester United away end inside the Liberty Stadium on Saturday looked and sounded like it was finally waking up from the post-Sir Alex Ferguson ennui years. Liberation is a wonderful thing.
Mkhitaryan's pass for Lukaku's goal, the second in a 4-0 rout of Swansea City more ruthless than emphatic, was as clear-eyed as the antique dealer who spots the piece they want before a car-booter has got all their junk out of the trunk.