There was a time when a chap who scored a try was greeted with a handshake. There was a time when those in the Twickenham stands would clap and cheer.
Who knows, they might even occasionally have broken into song, or maybe thrown a titfer into the air? But that is ancient history. No more anthems sung just by the crowd either, rousing a capella choruses that make the hair on the back of necks prickle. More’s the pity.
The modern era cannot abide silence or simple human interface. Of course, this is an extreme position, of chaps and claps and old ways.
It’s right that Twickenham has moved on. However there are limits. In context, be it at Sevens or T20, there is nothing wrong with noise and colour and razzamatazz. But it should never swamp the fans, replace what they might do naturally and spontaneously. That creates a far more spine-tingling backdrop than anything that comes out of a tannoy system.
It has always seemed to be a sign of insecurity in a sport that it needs to rely on artificial means to produce an atmosphere.