I'm sure every generation says the same, but honestly I wouldn't swap my 60/70s dragged up on a council estate upbringing for anything. Everybody was in the same boat, we had nowt but we didn't know any different so just got on with life.
In the early/mid 70s I was just a young teenager. Standing at the back of the Shoreham was something we just did. Shit scared half the time, but stood our ground as best we could. I was too young/small to hold my own, but big enough to get a slap. We just accepted it as being part of the adventure. Walking down Shoreham Street to the old Midland Station after the match was adrenaline on acid. Scared shitless half the time, but hooked on it like a junkie.
'Daft as a brush' - think that describes the majority of footy fans originating from that era. Crazy, but fantastic days.