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Oasis closed their seven-night Wembley residency with swagger and vigour, leaving 90,000 mad-for-it fans desperate for more. Whether Liam’s prophecy of “see you next year” comes true remains to be seen, but what can’t be disputed is that the summer of 2025 has belonged to the Manchester band, just as it did in the mid-’90s.

Before a single note is struck, Wembley is already in party mode. Seas of bucket hats, vintage Oasis shirts and pints aloft turn the stadium into a living tribute to the band’s legacy. The moment Hello rings out, Liam, Noel and co. remind us exactly why these songs have never loosened their grip on the national psyche.

Acquiesce, Morning Glory and Some Might Say arrive like a knockout combo — anthems hurled at the crowd with the confidence of a band who know they’ll be sung back louder than they’re played. 

Bring It On Down and Cigarettes & Alcohol (with Poznan mode fully activated) snarl with the same filthy charm they had in ’94, with  Fade Away keeping the energy high.

The set never coasts. Supersonic still feels like a manifesto, Roll With It bounces with Britpop sunshine and brought with it, one of the highlights of the set, before Noel reins it all in. When he takes centre stage for Talk Tonight, Half The World Away and Little By Little, 90,000 voices rise in unison with him, turning ballads into stadium epics. It’s the kind of gear shift that proves Oasis can land a gut punch without the volume cranked to 11.

Liam re-enters the stage like a caged animal, delivering D’You Know What I Mean? with thunderous intent, before Stand By Me soars even higher then it did in ‘97.

Cast No Shadow floats, and Slide Away brings one of the biggest cheers of night and much approved return of “What For” in the outro and Whatever, after a bit of teasing from Liam about what song was coming next, feels like a national singalong — proof that even their non-album singles are generational treasures.

The emotional peak comes with Live Forever. Liam dedicates it to Ricky Hatton, spitting the verses with rare vulnerability. It’s the kind of moment you don’t forget: one man and 90,000 voices, bound together by the song that made Oasis immortal.

From there it’s pedal to the floor. Rock’n’Roll Star struts like a victory lap, The Masterplan gleams like buried treasure, and then it’s time for the inevitable. Don’t Look Back In Anger doesn’t belong to Noel anymore — it belongs to everyone. He grins as he teases the crowd into repeating the outro again and again, while the chorus is sung back word for word by the entire stadium. It’s less a gig, more a collective catharsis.

Wonderwall is, of course, untouchable in this setting, every arm aloft. And then Liam steps up to thank Cast, “the one and only Richard Ashcroft,” and most of all the fans: “for keeping the faith and putting Oasis back on the map” before Liam confidently declares “See you next year”, before an euphoric and unifying Champagne Supernova, closes proceedongs

At Wembley tonight, Oasis weren’t just reliving the glory days. They proved they’re still the band people believe in, the band that soundtracks lives and still unites generations. They came, they swaggered, they conquered. Again.