By the time the show ends, it feels like the crowd has just attended the first two hours of a raucous party and then been told to go home, high and dry. No one wants to leave. The lights come up, a Bill Evans track is played in full, and still revellers drag their feet, gab in groups, cling to people they have only just met, reluctant to call time on the night. Which, to be fair, is exactly what Styles wanted. People may have had doubts about the new album, but you can’t doubt Styles’s prowess on stage. He’s a professional athlete in performing, and he’s clearly put in the work to make this tour memorable. Sorry to anyone who sold their tickets, but that’s the price you pay for doubting a good time.