All eyes were on the pitch. Until they weren’t. A lone wolf, undoubtedly fuelled by liquid courage, had decided to make his way up to the last few rows of the stadium and confront members of a travelling support group. It didn’t go well.
He was met at the end of a row by a wall of road jerseys. A push here, a shove there, and the fight was on. The road supporters, who had the high ground and a massive advantage in numbers, quickly sent the home fan tumbling down two rows of seats. Shirts off and eyes blazing, a few more haymakers were thrown before the aggressor retreated to the concourse.