Every away game in the 70's and 80's was crazy. Darn sarf was always lively at Millwall, Chelsea, West Ham & Spurs. Midlands was usually bad at Birmingham, Forest & Luton. Northern aways at Old Toilet, Leeds, Merseyside, Sheffield, Boro & Newcastle. Before, during and especially after games, trouble was almost inevitable. Memories still of bricks raining down on you from the dark skies whilst at Leeds, always being asked the time around Stanley Park, being careful crossing the bridge over the Trent at Forest, running battles getting back to your coach at Luton, etc etc etc are still as vivid now even after 40 years! Me and my brothers and mates always tried to avoid trouble. Experienced away fans could tell when the situation was getting moody. You would recognise certain groups of fans, whether they were City or the opposition, and you knew when it would kick off as it always went eerily quiet 30 seconds beforehand. This usually gave you enough warning to move away and let the shenanigans begin. Being eyed up by opposition fans was a little uncomfortable but we were always pleased to see our regular City boys close by who would usually take the fight to the opposition rather than yourself! It was obviously much easier to avoid trouble at Maine Road for City fans. You knew the hotspots where away fans emerged from the ground, the many back alleys, and surprisingly the forecourt outside between the main stand and supporters shop. Away fans were never comfortable visiting Maine Road, especially when dark for winter games or night games. I hope those dark days never return. The Government, Police, Courts, segregation, cctv, etc have all made massive dents to the madness and rightly so. But the memories remain. The sense of relief getting home in one piece; the strange sense of achievement after having been to battle and survived. Adrenaline is a powerful drug isn't it?