There were a few skirmishes at Macc one Boxing Day in the late 70s, with one particular chap of their's wearing a long leather coat being significantly involved. It started at half time in the bar, the kicked off at the end as we tried to leave the ground.
On to New Year's Day, the return game. I met my mate for a pre-match drink in The Bridge, only after an hour or so for the Macc team to walk in. It had snowed like hell unbeknown to us and the game was off.
I walked to Alty station and there were no trains due to the snow, but who do I meet but Mr long leather coat. He was stranded so the warm congenial part of me kicked in and I said to come with me , I'll get you a bus into town. I lived off Dane Rd in Sale then so we jumped on the 263. I told him he needs to get off with me then I helpfully waited with him while I put him on the 222 to Partington. I often wonder if he ever got home!