Anticipation was sky-high for this gig – one of only two intimate festival warm-up shows Brown has so far announced this summer.

And the first, in Sheffield, on June 13, ended in chaos after Brown was pulled from the stage by a fan, cutting his head open and being taken to hospital by paramedics.

Of course, being a legend means you can do what you like – and Brown exercised his prerogative here by getting his mate's band in to support him.

Chorley's own The Shoks – with Michael Jennings, British welterweight boxing champion and long-time personal friend of Brown whipping up a storm on drums.

When Brown played the Guild Hall in November, he dragged Jennings, along with his Championship belt, up onstage with the air of a proud father.

This time, he went a step further, inviting the rest of The Shoks up there along with him.

Brown kept the crowd waiting for old Stone Roses tunes, playing a selection of stuff from his last four solo albums.

The place laps up tracks like Sister Rose and Golden Gaze.

He dances like Frank Gallagher going for a jog, all attitude and zero thrills and spills.

Yet we keep on loving him – and it's all down to that single moment of crystalline genius that was The Stone Roses' eponymous debut back in 1989.

Finally, he gives us what we're waiting for, kicking into Waterfall, before encoring with Made of Stone and a jubilant I Am The Ressurrection.

It's a strange thing that essentially one album can sustain a man's entire career.

But Ian Brown, God bless him, doesn't seem to give a monkey's – and who can blame him?