Said in a previous thread about this, the experience of the springfield vaults pre-game. I also remember one game the polis waded in, only to be waded back out to a rousing chorus of we'll keep the blue flag flying high.
As i said in previous thread, I feel for the young un's who never had nor ever will experience that atmosphere, level of unity, level of hatred, level of real togetherness.
Too many these day's are too politically correct. Surrounded by green and white and tri-colours and rebel songs, only to sing our songs with fervour. To just see thae kunt's as you went in to the ground aroused your Ranger's, British, Protestant passion.
It's all fkd now thanks to the easily fragile like eggshell do gooder offended mob.