I was getting the bus back from the pub on Saturday afternoon, and to see the two remaining old-style floodlights at the City Ground on full beam was a tremendous sight to behold.
Forest's ground is, if course, relatively modern and swish compared to most of the grounds in the Third and Fourth divisions, even in these days of out-of-town retail-o-stadiums. My team's current ground, Blundell Park, remains steadfastly bleak, yet has a comfy charm that most others lack. You know where you are with Blundell Park; you're roughly half way between Cleethorpes and Grimsby. And that's a comfort, believe me.
To portray the fact that grounds before Sky came along could really be places of mass, socialised worship of your team, rather than the atomised 'experience' you get at most grounds today, take a look at the cavernous stands at Turf Moor, Burnley, from the video of The Fall's masterly 1983 track, Kicker Conspiracy. Shame that Burnley were only getting about 6,000 through the gate each week, really.