chapter  4
Death on the Terraces: The Contexts and Injustices of the 1989 Hillsborough Disaster
Pages 18

The crush came … it wasn’t a surge. It was like a vice getting tighter and tighter and tighter. I turned Adam ‘round to me. He was obviously in distress. There was a police officer, about five or six feet away and I started begging him to open the gate. I was screaming. Adam had fainted and my words were ‘My lovely son is dying’ and begging him to help me and he didn’t do anything. I grabbed hold of Adam’s lapels and tried to lift him over the fence. It was ten feet or thereabouts with spikes coming in. I couldn’t lift him. So I started punching the fence in the hope I could punch it down. Right at the beginning when I was begging the officer to open the gate, if he’d opened it I know I could’ve got Adam out. I know that because I was there.