In 86 I first attempted to get into Wembley using the most obvious forgery I have ever seen (I'm sure it was done with crayons). I next tried, with others, to force a gate. Eventually I got into the ground when someone kindly opened a gate and a load of us ran through it. At the time I thought it was a brilliant thing to do, whatever means necessary to see the game. Sat on steps inside Wembley, I was incapable of extrapolating my actions. What if more than just a few of us had charged through that gate? What if thousands had marched in? The safe capacity limit is set for a reason and I just hadn't considered it. Three years later I decided, on the Friday night, to go to Hillsborough without a ticket. Luckily, a stinking hangover was enough to put me off travelling. I have no doubt that I would have ended up in the crush in Leppings Lane if I would have travelled. That knowledge still frightens me. On another site someone used the phrase "in's in". A more appropriate phrase would be "wrong's wrong". Maybe if people stopped romanticising the blagging into the ground and acknowledged that, whilst it seemed like fun at the time, hindsight bestows the mantle of d****ead upon them. I can understand why people take opportunities when presented but I can't approve of those actions being taken with full knowledge of the potential consequences. Not any more. I was a d****ead, I'd rather not be one now.