In the Holt end with my son-in-law who's a Vile fan, I never said a word all game then jumped up and punched the air when Robbo scored and this twonk of a vile fan shouted for the stewards to throw me out and the ref blew the whistle and I said "don't bother lads I'll throw myself out" even my son-in-law was wetting himself when we walked out.
Another was when you could sit with the vile fans, we used to go in the seats above where the Baggies fans stood.
We were on the very back row up with the gods, in those days we used to sneak bottles of whisky and brandy in. This one game there were coppers standing on the concrete behind the seats we shared our bottles with 'em at the end the coppers were as inebriated as us.
Adéu