Can this be true? Does anyone remember this infamous night? And if that was out of the ordinary, what was a normal evening like...a couple gone off at Wigan and a lad met his maker at the Mecca? Just the three tonight, then.
It's true, I remember it well. We were on a minibus, out of Hinckley, singing along to Anita Harris - The Play Ground;somebody shouted "it's the squad, behind us" and I dropped my 400 count bottle of Durophet which rolled under the brake pedel and we careered into the small queue of 45,000 souls waiting outside Wigan! Luckly the bottle didn't smash. The one at Mecca was unconected, some fat bloke, called Ian, singing the Carstairs, fell under a tram accidently, derailing the tram and killing the driver!