On a different note, my uncle was there.
He was one of the lucky ones and got a seat in the higher ties as his mate had told him these had the best view.
At first he thought it was like an other away when he seen what was going on, people trying to jib in etc, then he saw the people climbing the fences at the front and thought they were trying a pitch invasion. Then he seen what was really happening, and has told me he thinks of it every day, how he couldn't help, how he witnessed young lads been crushed to death and it still brings a tear to his eye. When they got outside, the scene was like nothing he had witnessed before, grown men hugging each other, just randomers they recognised from other games, as they new they each other had made it out safe.