80 years old. Soaked in sweat. Gravelly voice. And Rod Stewart had outlasted time itself. This wasn’t a concert at Croke Park — it was a rebellion. For over three hours, The Boss unleashed a thunderstorm of rock, tearing through “Maggie May” and “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy?” as if he were still 25 and had something to prove. Each chord rang out like thunder, every lyric felt like a hymn. While other melodies faded, he rose again — drenched in sweat, the crowd roaring, legends shaking. This wasn’t a nostalgia trip. This was a rebirth. And if rock ‘n’ roll has a soul, it’s this man, zipping up his jacket, screaming into the midnight air, and answering to the name Rod.