My dad went with a few of the lads from the pub he ran at the time,mixed crowd.
The reds layed into them at the end,with others joining in and he recieved a bit of a hiding along Warwick Road.
He got home ,got mopped and stoned, went to the pub.Who did he spy in the vault the fucking lowlifes who'd give him and his mate a shoeing,all barred for the rest of his tennancy,which was in 1982.
He said then that where that lot were concerned,it was a line in the sand and he's actively discriminated against them to this day,like not allowing a best man into a wedding reception at the pub,he was involved in the Denis Law derby incident.