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Sam Ryder on performing at Eurovision
For one night the UK found itself back in the good books from the rest of Europe
Sam Ryder has said he just had to “trust in everything” as he took to the stage during the grand final of the Eurovision Song Contest where he went on to secure a second-place finish for the United Kingdom.
The singer and TikTok star, 32, beat Spain and Sweden to land in the second spot with a national jury vote of 283 points, giving his home country the best result in 20 years at the singing competition.
The annual event, held this year in Turin, Italy, was won by Ukraine’s Kalush Orchestra.
Speaking on BBC Radio 2, Ryder, who was 22nd to perform on Saturday night out of the 25 finalists with his song Space Man, said waiting to perform went “quite quickly” on the night.
He added: “And I don’t know just I felt so much, just encouragement and support and love from home. And not just home, but in the Eurovision community in general, because there’s so much love, sitting in that arena is like being in a church, it is just incredible.
“I can’t explain it, and I can’t even begin to do it justice, the feeling that you have when you’re there.
“But going on that stage, it just felt like, just trust in everything.
“Trust in the years that you’ve been singing and enjoying singing and music and take it all in.”
He told BBC’s Radio 4 that it had been the “most rewarding experience ever” and said “that experience started way before the scoreboard”.
He said: “We were sat there in the green room and absolutely engulfed in the energy of that arena, it was like being in a church because there was so much joy. I’m sitting there with my friends who are also my team and that’s just so lucky. I’ve just been swept up in the joy that is Eurovision, I’m just so excited.”
Asked about Ukraine coming first, he added: “They needed to win that. They were always going to win that. It’s so important that we use the platform of Eurovision to celebrate solidarity and to shine light into darkness.”
Ryder told Capital Breakfast he had been speaking to the group, fronted by rapper Oleh Psiuk, about a collaboration.
He added: “So watch this space. Hopefully, I’d love to do something proper like guitar-heavy Beastie Boys with them, I think that would be sick.”
It was an uncommon, disconcerting feeling, watching the Eurovision vote on Saturday night. As Sam Ryder’s score piled up, as the dix and douze points poured in, as even France and Germany gave us high rankings, it became hard to avoid an obvious if unlikely conclusion: the UK, that continental problem child and boo-boy, that unrepentant Millwall of European politics, had somehow become popular.
We were never going to win, of course – poor Ukraine had that sewn up long before the first vote was cast. But, undeniably, something alchemical was happening. After years of propping up the board, despite the shock and disruption of Brexit and years of general European disdain for les rosbifs, we were suddenly back in favour.
It helped that Ryder himself is one of those hard-to-dislike, man-bunned pixie boys; a wide-eyed child of the universe who seems to float around liking everything and everyone. It helped, too, that his song was a bit of a banger, with a big, booming chorus that fit Ryder’s swooping falsetto.
And, given how political Eurovision is, it helped that Britain has stood most firmly and consistently behind Ukraine in its moment of need, ensuring Vladimir Putin’s victims are bristling with the latest weaponry and providing humanitarian support behind the lines.
We may be many things, but, when it comes to the crunch, our country has repeatedly shown it is a friend to democrats and democracy. In a world of serpentine statecraft and self-protection, actions speak loudly.
Another thing struck me on Saturday – pretty much all the songs were good. I’m not sure this is an entirely welcome development, as the point of Eurovision (for Brits, at least) has always been to laugh at the continentals’ failure to grasp the fundamentals of pop music.
There were too few girls in sci-fi outfits and Scandinavian lunatics in Scream masks and latin crooners of lovelorn dreck. For once, Britain could have entered any of their songs, and they could have entered ours – a little sign that perhaps we are growing more alike, not less.
This warm bath of unity, of for once being part of a pack, of being liked, lasted until Sunday morning, when the UK Government made it clear it intends to rip up the Northern Ireland protocol and risk a trade war with the EU.
Even as we wiped the sleep from our eyes and took the empty bottles out to the blue bin, we were back in familiar territory – provocative, self-interested, hard-nosed Britain smashing the windows and chucking chairs. No one likes us, we don’t care.
I wonder, in the end, how this plays with the broader population. Data published by the Financial Times at the weekend showed that attitudes towards immigrants are on an upward, positive trend, even as the numbers arriving on our shores increase. It’s not clear what has caused this, but perhaps the supposed “control” delivered by Brexit has provided voters with some psychological security.
It was telling, too, that Priti Patel’s unconscionable proposal to send refugees to Rwanda sparked horror among many Tory voters and activists.
What do pro-Brexit voters make of how they have been gamed by Boris Johnson over Northern Ireland? His dismissal of all and any warnings about the border situation was typical Johnsonian can-kicking.
It’s not a coincidence that Sinn Fein is now the largest party in Northern Ireland and that Unionist politicians are fuming with the prime minister. His slapdash approach to the technicalities and detail of policy decisions has undermined his government from the start, and now threatens to do the same to the integrity of the country.
And do Tory voters really think this government is doing the best it can for the poorest parts of our population? Rishi Sunak has effectively turned his back on the needy at a time when the cost of living is soaring, as food, fuel and heating bills spiral out of control.
Things are going to get worse, too. But children and families have been abandoned to poverty, while the government is refusing to use the most immediate mechanism at its disposal – Universal Credit – to boost their incomes. The sense that the country is run by a privileged coterie with no grasp of or feeling for poverty’s hard truths is now overwhelming.
There have been so many years of this – of neurotic Tory infighting, of shifting ever further right to appease an unappeasable fringe, of a belief in British exceptionalism which only serves to expose our wonky, duct-taped wiring – that it has all started to feel normal.
And, so, Saturday night was a wee window into another Britain, a Britain with a man bun and a big smile, a big heart and a sweet voice. I must confess, a part of me thought: can’t we be this instead?
Do Tory voters really think this government is doing the best it can?