Not really old school though.
Used to be hand to hand, bottles of Big Tennents and darts being thrown, being broken up by police horses and scores of plod flooding out of Black Maria vans.
Now it’s a gaggle of teenage neds, pretending to be held back by their pals.
I've been on the pitch several times and run the full length at least twice.
I'd need oxygen by the time I got to the 6 yard line these days.