I was born in '82, into a family that had no interest whatsoever in football. Didn't go to my first game until I was 13 or 14 (circa 95/96), but what a game - against the Huns at Easter Road. Albertz scored a screamer early doors, Hibs go 2-1 up, then Leighton saves 2 penalties from Laudrup. The East was chaos, but my strongest memory was walking up to the station after the match. Me and my mate (from Fife) were behind a group of maybe 15 lads, mid to late 20's. All the way they stuck together, and not a single Hun was brave enough to get amongst them. Even at the station when they were down to 4 or 5 and the Huns were everywhere they faced them up. Aged 13 I learned that they were cowards and bullies, but nothing to be afraid of. It appears from reading this thread that most people's first experience of them is traumatic, so maybe I am just lucky that my first experience is still one of the best days of my life.
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