Watching this reminds me of the time I got pieces of two of Morrissey's shirts at his gig at the Aragon Ballroom in Chicago in '91.
He threw one shirt at the end of the main set, which I managed to get a part of, then at the end of the encore he threw the second shirt, which I caught, and a mini riot broke out. Fists were flying and people were gwawing at the shirt, tearing it to shreds. The first two rows of seats collapsed, crushing a girls legs, but no-one stopped even as she screamed. It was a real fight and I somehow managed to hold onto the shirt, though by the end I only had a piece maybe a couple of inches square.
It was only once the dust settled that we realized my female friend had been seriously concussed. We spent the rest of the night in a hospital several blocks walk away in a bad part of the city, burnt out cars full of bullet-holes on the streets, PEOPLE full of bullet-holes bleeding A LOT in the hospital entrance, being refused medical assistance 'cos they didn't have insurance. (god bless america!)
I still have both pieces in a small sealed plastic bag in a box in my attic. One shirt was red and the other was a black with silver shiny texture. He is wearing one of them on the cover of the You're the One for Me, Fatty single.
I was 17 years old then. I doubt I'd be fighting and threatening to knock people out over a bit of his shirt these days at the ripe old age of 40.