I have fond memories of going to watch Latics at Darlington about fifty years ago. We were walking around town when we came across a small group of "skins" walking in the opposite direction, I eyeballed one of them. We passed each other, no aggro. Seconds later something hit me in the centre of my back. I turned around, it looked like a piece of ceramic toilet which hit me, fell to the pavement and broke into pieces. It hurt but I carried on walking, unflinching. Those were the days eh ? when football was played by men.