My fathers from Tipp and I was on Killinan end that day. Tickets were at a premium and lads were scaling the side walls to try jump over before being pushed back by stewards. There was a huge surge at the main gates beside the stiles when they realized how ropey the gates were and they basically broke the gates down. Cries of Olé olé olé rang out as we steamed through the tunnels. The stewards were swamped. Terrace was absolutely wedged and it was pretty hairy. I got down the front and scaled over the barb wire using my hoody at the end. Was on the endline when Ryan finished the goal. Luckily found my father on the pitch after in the celebrations before we got train back to Dublin. Actually madness when you think back considering what happened in Hillsborough.
And yes that did happen