Madge rocks And she truly did. Two hours of non-stop action that was more Cirque du Soleil than a pop concert. The Michigan born Madonna apologised to the audience after singing 'I Love New York,' before abusing the non-dancing middle aged folk in the front row for not getting down (a regular feature of her tour apparently).

But down they did as the gay majority in the audience whooped and jumped with her every move. My, how Boystown must have been empty on Wednesday night.

Madonna looked incredible and moved like a 15-year gymnast in her selection of tight leotards and not the 47-year old it is hard to believe she actually is. There was never a dull moment as swarms of lithe dancers and roller bladers whizzed around the big stage which moved as expected from the camp to the kitsch with added big doses of sexual domination, 70's disco, crucifiction's, political messages and attitude.

Her voice I guess has never been the greatest but she played to her limitations, even crashing about on an electric guitar. Most of the stuff was from her recent album 'Confessions on a Dancefloor,' which I have never listened too but there was some old stuff too like my old favourites 'Live To Tell' and 'Lucky Star.'

I had no expectations before I went, only to hope that I had a good night but I did that with spades. She is one hell of a performer, and although I didn't leave the United Center thinking that I had witnessed something truly memorable, like other bands and artists I have seen in my time, I'm very glad that I went and she made a younger man very happy!  ¶ 08:28