Violence on Green Lanes

Sorry but I am not a fan of the 'glorious game' of football. Never have been and never will be. Just want to make that clear from the outset.
'Why?' I hear all the blokes cry in incredulous disbelief as they crack open their breakfast can of Stella. Ok.
a) it's really dull. No. It is. Really. Think about it.
b) it spawns thuggery and drunken violence and
C) and that's an upper case 'C', this is the second time this month I have turned up at my front door on Green Lanes to be confronted by vast hordes of chanting, bottle throwing, flag-waving imbeciles. I would like to think they're not actually picking on me personally but it does seem to be a hot spot just outside MY FRONT DOOR.
Oddly, my neighbour has noted that most of the bottle chucking is being done by women. Frankly, in my limited experience, as I scurry to safety, flitting like a bat from shadow to shadow trying to get home, I have noticed that there IS a goodly proportion of young women who are definitely winding the whole process up.
Alright, this may not be ALL about football. It maybe has more to do with... er... Kurds and Turks? Answers on a postcard. All I know is that running battles with police on a night when a GAME has been played converts the otherwise lovely, friendly and vibrant environs of Green Lanes in to a war zone.
If someone has a better understanding of what is going on, please feel free to inform me and put me right.