On the day of the game – outside the stadium - Mike and his friend began to feel uncomfortable with the crowds and with how the police were managing the situation. They decided to try to get out of the crowds, even if it meant missing the kick-off:
“As the pressure mounts I say to the lads I’ve had enough, I don’t care if I miss the kick off, don’t care if I miss the match, this is dangerous and I want out. I love my footie but someone is going to die here, make no bones. I head off to the side, pushing myself out of the crush and towards the edge of the fans. Sorry lads, I just can’t cope with that. Then someone shouts,” the gate is open” and I find myself looking at an open gate, a couple of coppers and a few fans jumping through. I go for it but as I arrive the copper is trying to pull it shut. I stuck my foot on the bottom and jump through, the last one in as the copper pulls it shut behind me. Half expecting to get nicked, I go to show my ticket but the copper isn’t bothered. I’m in, but what the fuck is going on outside?”
Mike tried to wait inside the ground for his friends, but was pushed forwards onto the terraces:
“I got lucky as I was only on the terrace for a few minutes. I entered the stadium when the gate was opened and made my way onto a full terrace as best I could. I was at the head of the fans so I knew there would be a few more behind. I got partly down the terrace, with great difficulty when there was an almighty surge. I presume now a barrier had broken but my luck was in landing on the fence very close to one of the exit gates. I was on the terrace for a matter of minutes and I know people trapped for much longer than me saw/witnessed things that you just don't ever talk about. Seeing, smelling and witnessing people die and thinking you are going to die - it's just not something you ever forget.”
Mike remembers the police on horseback outside the stadium, charging around and making things worse. He remembers the police stopping fans that were trying to escape and turning their backs on them, and he remembers the police telling him to “shut up” when he asked to go back and get people to help:
“The worst thing to see was police pushing people back over the fences, still not helping despite the severity being pretty clear. I had fallen to my knees when I got out and I was very, very lucky. When I saw a doctor three days later, she pointed to a print of the fence on my right shoulder. I had no idea it was there - three days later and there were marking of the fence on me…I was only trapped for a couple of minutes.”
Following the disaster, Mike contacted the police helpline. The West Midlands Serious Crime Squad was given the task of collating the evidence and presenting it to Lord Taylor who was the judge in charge of the enquiry.
He contacted the police and they came and spoke to him about what he had witnessed. The interview turned out to be a thinly veiled threat against Mike making any trouble for the authorities. They suggested he got his ticket from a tout and that he and his friends were drunk; both untrue. They also suggested Mike was some sort of student agitator with a grudge against the police and promised to look into his background for any criminality. There was none.
Finally they suggested he withdraw his statement and his allegations against the police or else risk facing charges of wasting police time. When his statement was read back to him, he asked that a number of things be changed as they were very different to what he had stated. He still feels to this day that the evidence and statement he submitted was altered and was not what he wished to submit.