LAST Saturday I had some friends coming up from London to see me so I thought I’d go to a game.

Town were playing too late with the 5.20 kick off, I didn’t want to pay £30-plus to watch Leeds and Harrogate Town were away – so it was off to Kit Kat Crescent to watch York.

I think it’s still called that anyway, and I’d forgotten how good a Bovril and meat and potato pie can taste as I have to admit, I’ve been watching football with Roy Keane and his prawn sandwich brigade for quite a few years now.

It was £15 to get in and then I found a spot behind the goal with the York fans – fantastic!

The last time I stood behind a goal with singing fans was at Elland Road in the 70s when my dad used to take me, so I was interested to see how it had changed.

I can understand fans having some fun and taking the mickey out of opposing players etc, that’s part of the matchday experience and enjoyment.

But it did surprise how some people have so much venom, anger and poison in their comments.

My son, who was with me, asked if they used to abuse me like that when I played, and I guess they probably did, but thank goodness I didn’t hear what people used to shout.

Ebbsfleet forward Nathaniel Pinney equalised just after half-time and when he celebrated in front of the York fans, well, all hell broke loose.

York are probably one of the nicest groups of fans out there, but goodness they turned when he scored.

Perhaps I’m being naive, but what brings a person to totally lose it in those circumstances?

Perhaps the guy next to me had been put upon all week by his Mrs and it was his turn to give some back, I don’t know, but it was an eye opener.

Despite the obvious it was a brilliant day out and one I’ll be looking to repeat again shortly.

My New Year resolution diet went out of the window, but it was worth it for that meat and potato pie.