I don't think it's just nostalgia - although obviously difficult to be objective.
I was a teenager when we were dossing around in the First Division and I think that's when the football bug really bites. I went to most of the home and away games, met up with my good mates at all of them and enjoyed the craic (which you had to do when we were so bad) and loved visiting all the old stadiums.
Live football was almost unheard off, so the week revolved around 3pm on a Saturday plus the occasional 7:45pm on Wednesday night. But that was it.
Mon - Thu was spent analyzing the Sat performance, then Friday was all about the weekend game. On the Ball and Football focus at lunchtime before heading out to watch then rushing back to the car to listen to Richard Park, Jimmy Sanderson or Bob Crampsie on the radio. Then Archie on telly on a Saturday night and Arthur on a Sunday afternoon.
Standing on the terraces defintitely added to the experience.
Good times, and a shame for the younger generation that never got to experience it.