There's all sorts of weirdness involved. I've been told by one expert that you have to get the Lederhosen tight so to avoid "looking as if you have just shat yourself"
Hope so, it was pretty **** and more importantly, it represented a decay in the match day experience of the time.
There was a time when it was all blokes in the Woodbine getting hammered and talking rubbish about the football (mostly Anaconda, of course) which was a proper pre-match experience.
Then certain people began inviting their birds along and the next thing you know half the people are sat in a dodgy Italian ordering risotto.
It was the beginning of the end imo.
It did sometimes because I'd just be getting a nice hangover-recovery buzz on and then have to decamp to the restaurant to eat food :-(
However, this did probably save me from becoming extremely drunk pre-game. Indeed, I remember one such occasion where I did get absolutely broken at the Woodbine on a combination of no sleep, Sir C's medicaments and far, far too much ale and ended up staggering down the Blackstock Rd.