In the late sixties and early seventies I went along to Old Trafford on my own on occasions to see the football. It was good football, too. Second best in the city, but still good. The fans didn't seem such gobshites in those days, but maybe that's distance softening down my perspective. Anyway, kept myself to myself, was simply there to watch the football.
I do think social media and the media in general have a lot to answer for. Any old Tom Dick and Harry can mouth off these days, and they have a platform for it. Indeed, they're encouraged to do it.
Charlton had deceptive acceleration, and a swerve to go with it. He'd make the space for himself, and then whack that ball. A Rolls-Royce when he was in his prime.