'I saw Oasis at Heaton Park and one thing really left me shocked'

It was the reunion gig we'd waited two decades to see. It feels like a lifetime ago myself and four of my closest friends spend a VERY nervy Saturday glued to our phones and laptops in the scramble for tickets.

Then, on Saturday at Heaton Park, the night was finally here. The gig we'd all been waiting years to see, the Gallagher brothers back together on stage, performing Oasis bangers to a crowd who could not have been happier to be there.

Even Manchester's earlier downpours hadn't dampened the atmosphere. The whole thing felt like a festival with everyone in the absolute best of moods.

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It was almost exactly 20 years since I'd last seen Liam and Noel Gallagher take to the stage in what would be one of their final live performances before the band imploded with one final huge row.

As I was singing (I use that term very loosely, it's not unfair to say I have a voice that only a mother could love) it struck me just how different the two experiences were.

It could have been the sunshiiiiine, it could have been spending the night with three of my best pals, it could have been the sheer nostalgia, but I honestly believe Oasis have never sounded better.

Yes, the brothers Gallagher are light on banter but Liam's vocals were off the scale and it really was everything I'd hoped it would be, from the opening chords the final fireworks, it would only be a slight exaggeration to describe it as up there as one of the best nights of my life.

Don't get me wrong, 20 years ago Oasis were still a sight to behold. Packed into the Etihad Stadium with tens of thousands of other fans was incredible, but this time round the atmosphere was very, very different.

Heaton Park was filled with joy, complete strangers were hugging each other, there was no jostling, pushing, or aggression. The queues for the bar were orderly - I'm London-based now so the £6.50 pints didn't appall me as much as some others - and everyone was in the very best mood.

Sadly, not quite the same vibe two decades ago. As slightly shorter than the average person (OK, a LOT shorter than the average person), I'm used to not getting a great view of live music but after spending two hours being trampled and stood on 20 years ago, I left covered in bruises.

Horrifyingly, I also left covered in something else... wee. Pints and pints of the stuff were being chucked across the crowd. I can't lie, that was not a pleasant walk home.

However, this time round it seems us Oasis fans have finally grown up. Nothing but love and laughter and very loud singing along. I'd even packed a poncho just in case, but it wasn't needed - for either the weather or the disgusting pint pot missiles being chucked last time.

It shouldn't come as a shock. Afterall, those of us who have been fans since the very beginning are all now well into our 40s but it was a very pleasant surprise and made what was already an absolutely epic night even better.