Been to Ibrox in '87 to watch the old firm game and I can honestly say I shit myself,my mates boss was a bluenose and he sorted out the tickets then we lost him in the ground.
We started getting sussed as we were the only ones not singing the sash,so we moved places and then a bloke asked me for a light,told him I didn't smoke and the accent gave us away big time,we had to do one again.
Don't remember much about the match,just tried to stay out of mither,getting back to the digs was a nightmare with all the segregation and not knowing where we were going,stayed out of the pubs as it seemed a recipe for disaster.
You would think we would have learned our lesson,but went back for an England vs Scotland game,and virtually had the same experience as Chelsea had threatened to take Hampden,and the jocks were trying to suss out any english and give to them.