Was a really nice gig. Absolutely loads of toon shirts, undoubtedly. Zero chants of toon toon etc. He played his stuff, I cried during " Spit of you", like I always do. During the encore of " Hypersonic missiles*" he said sing so even Sunderland  can hear you, the sportwashed cunt. Great evening all round, kind of proud this kid grew up 2 miles from me. 9/10.   * Those daft mackem twats always go on about how hypersonic missiles proves SF is a hypocrite. Apart from the absurdity of it, the song is actually a brilliantly crafted nihilistic love song where the protagonist admits he is ignorant and impotent. Sam Fender isn't remotely hypocritical iyam. Mackem cunts.   

Fair tbh, I kinda feel bad for them but I suppose they enjoyed it.

Another shout out for Dept Q   Superb