Fantastic performance by Springsteen in Manchester last night. The arrival of the Manchester monsoon season did nothing to dampen the spirit of a massive crowd, thousands of whom had queued for hours outside the Etihad stadium in the pouring rain.
Not even the inconsiderate selfish bastard who soaked us through by driving full speed through a flooded road, and who will surely roast very slowly in hell for his sins, could take the gloss off The Boss. He never left centre stage for a minute, played for over three-and-a-quarter hours, and this for a bloke of 62 years of age. It made me feel quite ashamed as I limped the 10-minute walk back to the car. There’s no better experience in the world than watching 20,000 accountants jumping up, punching the air and screaming, “Tramps like us, baby we were born to run!”
Just a quick word of thanks to my old comrade Si for taking an hour out yesterday lunchtime to show me how to get to the stadium and a superb place to park. Next time mate we’ll find time for a pint (and I managed to get the waterproof gear at a bargain price – just wish I’d bought the bloody leggings!)
Oh…and a mention for Jake Clemons on saxophone, near note perfect replacement for his uncle. No-one could fill the big man’s shoes, but this young man came as near as damnit!