Most of the away matches in the 80s offered some kind of welcoming committee, violence was rife up and down the country.
Some of the bigger games were always interesting, Utd, Everton, red dippers, chelsea, west ham etc but at that time we were a yoyo club so we became the fans that all the smaller teams wanted to make a name against, every local idiot would come out coz City were in town.
I remember going to Carlisle, it was winter time coz it was snowing, I recall Nicky Reid getting sent off, we found a pub in the town centre before the game and the landlord and bar staff were warning us that all week the talk of the town was about City coming to town and all the locals were gonna come out in force to do City. There was only about 50 of us at this time, me and my mates were clicking the fruit machine, the rest just stood around, when someone shouted there here, coming around the corner, Carlisles loonies had turned up, more skin heads than football casual looking lads, hard to judge numbers but they easily out numbered us, we just said fuck it let's have it, we went outside and the Carlisle lot were about 30 yards away, we just ran at them and every single one of them scattered without a punch or kick exchanged, we all went back in the pub and the look on the landlords face was priceless, that bit of exercise was the only thing that warmed me up that day, freezing.