I always loathed the 'too cool' types. I was in the Kop in that picture Yorkie posted in his link. Just to the left (as we view the pic) of the Union flags. I always loved the ceremony, the colour and the noise of the Spion Kop. Maybe late 70s or early 80s though, I'd see a few who just stood right in the middle but wouldn't sing, wouldn't support and weren't arsed with colours. Just stood like the Gormley statues on Crosby beach. I always wished they'd do one and sit in the stands instead.
Give me those lads stood on the barriers, singing their heads off and flying their flags any day. 
I was in the Kop right through the seventies, right in the middle, must admit the scarves looked great as a spectacle but loads of us who stopped wearing scarves weren't the quiet ones, far from it we were the young ones going home and away, creating the atmosphere.
Early seventies everyone had scarves, the young ones often were bedecked with them, the Leeds or Man Utd, scarf you'd 'robbed' as a trophy off away fans around your neck, accompanied by two home scarves tied around your wrist as a counterbalance to your 26 inch parallel flemos and platforms or boots. Apart from not being anaesthetically pleasing it was a little ridiculous as the Man Utd scarf, rather than being a trophy of battle was more likely to have been bought from a shop to make you look the part or at best snatched from a car stuck in traffic by Goodison Park, as away fans had a penchant for hanging them out of windows on the way home.
Away fans often forgot that a pack of us twelve year olds needed trophies to bring into school on Mondays to embellish our tales of two of us seven stone Scouse hero's attacking twenty to thirty grown men, all hardened Scoreboard hooligans who happened to be Man Utd fans, the mere sight of us Scouse Gladiators approaching would make them instantly turn and run in fear of their lives, conveniently offering their scarves to us in turn for us not putting them to the sword. There were other problems if the majority of the scarf was still in the car, the laws of physics meant a tug wasn't' enough for you to earn your trophy and the occupants of the car might get out, and being Scouse didn't seem to protect you from grown men on those occasions. The other problem was silkies could tear on the window leading to your trophy being somewhat diminished, I wore a ripped Villa silky for at least half a season.
Problem is twelve year olds turn into fourteen and fifteen year olds and it all starts being a bit naff, and at that age we stop wearing Birmingham bags and three star jumpers that we were wearing a season before and we start celebrating our differences to the others, We even had a song about it, there's a wooly over there, and he's wearing brown Airwair, with a three star jumper halfway up his back that's a wooly woolyback... ignoring the fact we were indistinguishable a season or two before it became a point of principal to get away from looking like a Christmas tree bedecked with loads of scarves as we began to form our own Scouse aesthetic. Also by this time we're actually going to away games often hitching or bunking trains or going on the persil and looking like a Belisha beacon is fairly impractical and frankly downright dangerous, as stealth becomes important.
I get that the Kop looks great with scarves but please allow some of us who have never worn colours since the late seventies the dignity we deserve having changed the face of football style in our youth and often being amongst some of the most vocal supporters in the ground, please don't compare us to rusty old statues on Crosby Beach. We deserve so much more...
