Could you imagine all the blues congregating in Lokeren on that afternoon, before the game, would have been drunk dry before 2. Murrder.
The whole 3 days were , are very hazy. Belgian beer can do that.
In Brussels, the night before a pub near the square, full of young idiots from Stalybridge, I was with a group of much older, refined isiots from failsworth, I left the pub before the trouble. They encountered a Turkish mob later that night on leaving the square.
Match day was memorable for that stand, which I initially would not enter. Still think it was lucky to survive the 90. The train station scene was dreamlike really, thousands of people and no trains.