Away to Plymouth 1991... I was playing myself in Bristol the next day so made a long weekend of it with the future wife.
Couldn't get in our end so took the missus around to the home end and bought tickets for their seats, next to ours. Went through their crowd and got to the barrier between them and us and said to the steward "We're Wall, let us through" this caused a few of the locals to start slagging us off, so ended up fronting the cunts,a few fists were exchanged, before the missus and stewards pulling me away.
Stewards then saw sense and let us through to our seats.. Of course by then Wall had seen me having it with Plymouth and started ripping up seats and throwing them at Plymouth.... one of them hit my missus, in a place if a man was hit, would seriously hurt.
Because of the above the next game she came with me to was over 25 years later... as we had a matchday experience booked for my sons 12th birthday.
25 years going to Wall, getting in all sorts of bother and fun, knowing my missus knew exactly what was going on,,, but after her Plymouth experience, she just didn't want to know and didn't care...
I liked it that way.