hi i was there that day i remember the crowds outside and me and my mate though ****** that we'll never get in so we went looking for an ale house to watchj it but they where all shut so we headed back and thats when we found out. anyway here's a little poem
Come on you said
The whistle had blown, the game was in flow
The crowd reached its limit yet still it would grow
Outside there were thousands all wanting a view
And officials said ****** it and beckoned them through.
As they poured on the terrace the front took the brunt
At the back there were horses still pushing a shunt
While the people were dying all squashed without breath
The papers took pictures of drama and death.
By the time it was realised the death count was high
Ninety six loyal supporters sought tickets to die
Now the victims remembered with an honorary plaque
And the culprits forgotten, with a pat on the back
A.P.T.