It is a moment that makes the vast surrounds of the the Aviva feel intimate. Almost three hours in, an upright piano emerges from the end of the ramp, at the Lansdowne Road end, and Taylor Swift performs Sweet Nothing. It’s just a voice and a plaintive piano and its beauty is such that 50,000 souls are hushed.
A song about the time she spent in Ireland with her ex-boyfriend, Joe Alwyn, it draws a ferocious cheer when she sings that line about finding a pebble in a pocket that they had picked up on Greystones beach: “Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?”