I fear Sir Rod Stewart may have left it too late to conquer the Glastonbury Sunday legend slot. The old soul trouper still has the charisma, the songs and the rock star hair to hold the attention of a vast generationally diverse audience, and he summoned all his veteran showbiz skills to put on an entertaining show. But his superpower has always been his voice, and at 80 it is starting to show signs of wear and tear.

Which is not to suggest he can’t sing. Give the old crooner a big ballad and he can still wring every last drop of emotion out of it, especially when floating around in the upper edges of a melody. He’s a bit wheezing and breathier than in his prime, but his sense of where his voice can slip and slide through a song is second to none. Signature ballads such as The First Cut is the Deepest and I Don’t Want To Talk About It were gorgeous in the afternoon sun. A version of I’d Rather Go Blind dedicated to the late Christine McVie of Fleetwood Mac was momentarily stunning, as if the huge occasion had fallen away and we were watching Rod the Mod connect with his beloved soul music in a profound way.