From the land of J'accuse, let's start with UEFA. What a bunch of shameless, dangerous liars they are. Amid the reckless incompetence witnessed at the Stade de France on Saturday night, they are lucky they have not got blood on their hands. I should know. I was caught up in the middle of the frightening chaos at Gate Y.
I stood next to a petite, visibly distressed woman clearly struggling for breath while security tried to close the gates. I saw the alarmed look in the eyes of my own son Conor, who is 6ft 4in and a fitness fanatic, as the crush developed and that dreaded sense of panic set in.