My home town used to be on the receiving end of the hordes following their team whenever they played on the Continent. Most were sloppy drunk by the time they rolled off the ferry (invariably, some had to be hosed out of the rigging.) Sometimes, it was amazing any of them were capable of making it to the train at all. The bar district always ended up being destroyed (except for the two British pubs) and all that before the term "hooligan" came into widespread use.