Very parochial. There have always been degrees within casual culture, but there are always cultural transaction points with music beyond the usual. Not to follow the acid house myths, but I’ve been spangled at more than a few venues aeons ago, indoor and out, where certain clans have coalesced. No issues other than common sense, but train stations have proven nightmarish.
Even before that the adrenaline rush of going jihad drinking on away days had a unique glow with risk management. Hibs away was the tastiest. Got monsooned at Easter Rd. Pre-seasons at Leeds, Stoke, Chelsea and Spurs could be vicious. Leicester, Pompey (horrid cunts). Just never lose sight of Gers. These days you have ex-ICF printing tales of rampaging sociopaths in this terribly written niche literature (excluding Bill Gardner), youtube littered with grown men running round through streets. Old as fuck and not aged very well.
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