Long after he had been soaked in the now customary Gatorade shower - could we bet on who would be responsible for the drenching this year? - Trent Robinson smiled genuinely at the amateur snapper parked at the top of the ANZ Stadium tunnel.
He'd just had the media, scribbling furiously and bashing keyboards even more fervently, hanging off every insightful comment for all of 17 minutes.
And as the mass of reporters and cameramen converged on a heaving and jubilant dressing room to get that vision or that sound bite, there was Robinson, a world away from the madness inside those four dressing room walls.
Posing graciously for a couple of happy snaps with well-wishers in the now near silence of the tunnel, in no rush to revel in the Roosters' near worst-to-first triumph in the space of a year.
Complacent? No way.
It would be unfair to label Robinson an overnight sensation in his first year as a head coach. As assistant Craig Fitzgibbon muses, Robinson has been working years for this moment.
He knows he might not ever be here again, but still figures there's no extreme urgency to be in the thick of Sonny's sound bites, Maloney's madness or Pearce's partying.
It's just who Robinson is. Ask for a photo and you'll probably receive.
"None of that stuff is put on," Fitzgibbon says of Robinson, who could easily slide into the guy next door role.
"He doesn't have different personas that he puts on or off. It's just the way he is."
Which is why the man, some might say lucky to even figure in the most ardent rugby league almanac after an NRL career of just four games, is so darn refreshing.
I mean, which coach openly airs concerns he had about whether he was good enough to guide this latest crop of crack Chooks?
Easy to say after you're cradling the Provan-Summons Trophy, you might counter.
But can you think of any other NRL coach surrendering that vulnerability to a press ready to feast on any headline-making comment? I can't.
And how about earlier in the year when he narrated his way through a post-match press conference with the story of a run-in with Boyd Cordner over his fitness for Country selection?
Blimey, a coach volunteering to tell the media about a minor dispute with a star player. Robinson submitted, Cordner played for Country, then NSW and will now tour with the Kangaroos. Genius.
But I thought those semi-controversial things in rugby league land belonged somewhere between under the carpet and in the vault housing the sport's billion-dollar riches from its TV deal.
That's just who Robinson is. Open, honest, intelligent and incredibly engaging.
Able to appease and enlighten those outside the club, while being fiercely protective of those inside it - case in point how he went in to bat for Pearce at the grand final lunch after constant questioning about the halfback's Origin blues.
The last clipboard-carrying rookie to win a premiership in his first year was Ricky Stuart.
He has lurched from job to job with the Sharks, NSW, Eels and now Raiders with fat pay packets to boot.
I wonder how much his modern-day predecessor is now worth?