Me and a mate used to go and watch Liverpool around 83/84 when Wrexham weren’t playing at home. We were a bit naive to begin with, stupidly standing behind the barrier on the kop - slap bang in the middle. And we always had six pints before KO (fuck knows how we got served. the bladder!!!). When they scored, the crowd always, always surged forward. Several times I couldn’t breathe for what seemed ages (probably, in retrospect, no more than 20 seconds). It didn’t take us long to realise it’d be best to always stand in front of the barriers. Kids we were. Live and learn, eh?
