Remember back in the early 70s me and a mate trying to sleep in freezing temperatures under a motorway bridge somewhere in the midlands whilst hitch-hiking to Liverpool.
Went into the Kop end and got well glared at for our reaction to Tom Jenkins (I think) hitting the crossbar. Lost 1-0 and got a lift back with 4 coppers and taken to a strip club in Wolverhampton on the way home. Got back to Winch at 3 in the morning on Sunday and had to walk 4 miles to the vilage where I lived. Fell asleep in the hallway. Bollocked by the old man next day for not telling him where I'd gone on friday night!
Loads of that kind of stuff but not seen as any kind of sacrifice, it's what you did when you were skint and too young to drive and no mates with a car.