Back in the 80's (84 I think) we were hammered 5-1 away at Barnsley. It is a match that has always stuck in my mind, not for the football but the half time soup. There was a hut on the away end selling some indescribable grey 'soup' ladled from a big vat that looked like it had come straight from the gulag, I swear to this day that I saw an eye ball floating in it