Yeah, but years and years ago. I'd have been in my teens. It was this match:
https://www.espn.co.uk/football/match/_/gameId/49401/sheffield-united-sheffield-wednesday
It was grim. Their ground is a hole, their fans are like whining, groaning, smelly, illiterate, underpaid, greying, spiteful, resentful, deluded, malnutritioned, white lightening drinking, wife-ran-off-with-their-cousin, orks. And that's being polite. If Sheffield City Centre is a bustling metropolis, they are the snidy, jaded forgotten nobodies, living in Scar's Outlands (Lion King reference, for those of you whom are fans).
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In the match, McCall had a driven shot from the edge of the box, that was the closest we came to scoring if memory serves. I had to sit on my hands through fear of jumping up. Didn't find it the easiest thing to do, to be honest, but in some ways a damn sight easier than sitting in other home ends, because at least my accent blended in.
My mate sat in their end the other year too, and one of theirs spat on him as he left. He simply replied "Big and clever that, pal."
Scruffs of the highest order. UTB.