1988 - my only visit and one of the only times we had any bother at away games. Our accents got spotted in a pub, after a few cuffs round the head we beat a hasty retreat. Luckily a taxi was sitting outside, jumped in and asked for Oakwell. The driver laughed, drove round the corner and a few hundred yards down the road (we'd had no idea how close to the ground we were) and charged us a quid.