The biggest crush I remember was for the title clincher against Leicester in 1973, but it was outside the ground. We got there early but still spent a lot of time whirling and eddying against the wall of the Kop. Eventually, I got squirted into the turnstile sideways, like a grape pip being spat out.
Inside the ground it would have been an FA Cup tie against Leeds in 1972 (56,300 attendance) and St Etienne, just for the pandemonium. The biggest surprise was Auxerre in 1991. There was a really good atmosphere but just 23,000 there (or reported as being there).
The thing was, whenever you got caught in a crush like that you just assumed it would sort itself out. It never felt dangerous.
Can't agree with "it never felt dangerous" sorry mate. I was outside OT queuing for tickets for a European game that was up-coming. I must have been about 13 or 14 which would have been back in 1959 - can't be sure. First of all the queuing was fairly orderly but the late-comers at the back started to get a bit anxious and a surge shoved us all forward. From pretty confused memory, I recall being very scared early doors and as I was pressed ever closer to the ticket gate, (my perception ironically, is it had to be very close to where the Munich plaque and clock is now at the Manchester south end) the weight of bodies behind flattened me against the wall two yards or so from the actual window where the tickets were being dispensed.
I remember I had my extended arms against that wall - totally futile of course - and they soon collapsed flat against the wall where I then began to have difficulty even breathing in. I have never in my life been so glad to see the arrival of a mounted policewoman would you believe who placed and manoeuvred her horse between me and the queue of the buggers at the back.
That lady I firmly believe saved my life that night by backing her mount into the press of bodies by forcing her horse to tread on the bastards that were behind me who were oblivious to what was going down against that wall.
Suddenly a half a yard of space opened up and I could breathe again. I got my ticket - can't for the life of me remember who it was against and neither did I give a shit - and I peeled away from the mob whose only focus was getting to that ticket window and getting their ticket. I clawed my way along the wall away from the window to find clear space. I look back on it and can re-live it vividly even now though it was some 57 years ago.
I blame the club for that fucking horrible night because from my recall, there were only two or three ticket windows manned on that one side of the ground - and the fucking windows were all together like 1, 2 and 3 within a space of 2 yards between each window - so no space to fan out in anything like orderly queues !!
Luckily for me, I was at the end window on the right side of the three that were doling out the tickets and after getting my ticket, I managed to squeeze my way sideways along the wall to where no-one AT ALL was trying to queue.
A nightmare in the making that was - and I couldn't have been the only one who was shitting themselves by the crush.
God alone knows the terror that must have been all-enveloping in Sheffield on that terrible, terrible day 27 years ago April gone. May all of those poor terrified souls rest in peace.