Remember when...

supporting Argo was fun, when you could come online and have a laugh with complete strangers that you had never met and the banter was friendly. When you could attend the pub before a match without fear of one of your own verbally abusing you and meeting up at away matches over a beer in a squalid dump of a pub in the middle of some grim northern city-centre. When the players egos were larger than the fans and we didn't know the name of the club President and the flag was wrapped around a kid who's dad had taken him to his first away match?

GOB wrote:

supporting Argo was fun, when you could come online and have a laugh with complete strangers that you had never met and the banter was friendly. When you could attend the pub before a match without fear of one of your own verbally abusing you and meeting up at away matches over a beer in a squalid dump of a pub in the middle of some grim northern city-centre. When the players egos were larger than the fans and we didn't know the name of the club President and the flag was wrapped around a kid who's dad had taken him to his first away match?

It was usually a depressing journey home though. Some things never change.