Charlton at home; the promotion game:-
This happened for the only time in my life, and it wasn't long after the Bradford and Hillsborough disasters, which is why I was shitting it.
I went to the match on my own. The Kippax was absolutely rammed. I had never seen it so full - even on many a derby day. I'd been going for 20 years at this point.
I moved around the crowd 2 or 3 times in the first half to try to get a better view, and when half time came, I needed a piss. How to get out? I headed toward the top of the stand, figuring that I could get to the long stairs at the back quicker than anywhere else. As I tried to get to the top of the stand, I - literally - was off my feet! I was being moved along by the crowd, with no control. Moving along without your feet on the floor is fuckin' scary, I tell you. I managed to get my feet down eventually and then headed towards the top of the stand, figuring that I could steer myself along the wall at the top with some control. Even up at the very top of the stand, I was still being crushed. It seemed to take about 10 minutes before I got to the top of the stairs, and then able - still in great fear - to go down the fuckin' stairs - because I was still thinking that, if someone stumbled, we could all be fucked. You start thinking of all the othher disasters - the worst ever at Ibrox had happened on the stairs. After a few yards, I bailed out and either went under or over the banister and went down the sloping embankment, figuring it was safer. Then, I was able to breathe freely. And, I'm asthmatic, and with the stress and worry, my breathing was getting frantic.
It was fuckin' horrible and still haunts me when I'm in big crowds. Having both Hillsborough and Bradford strongly in my mind - and not being with any mates at all that day, I was really bricking it.
So, back on track, the myth that City sometimes had more in the Kippax than there should have been - guys; we all know - at the very least, on that beautiful sunny and - fortunately - happy day, it was true. We got away with it - again!
But, only just, imho.
Occasionally, I've had similar experiences, but that day was the very worst. 40 years on, it still comes to mind when I can see a crush happening.