I remember vividly being in that, or a similar crush, that day. I had the distinct impression of being entirely amongst Blades outside the stadium. We certainly got there pretty early. My recollection is that, at first, the queue was orderly and good humoured. Then for no apparent reason, we were shepherded and corralled by police on horses, into a shapeless, disorganised and down right dangerous mass of humanity - men women and children. It was genuinely frightening. There was absolutely nothing any of us could do or say except to be edged towards the turnstiles, desperately trying to remain upright. When my mate and I finally got through into the stadium, we were soaked in sweat, top to bottom. My legs were shaking from the strain and effort.
I'm not usually given to melodrama but...How no one was seriously injured or worse, I'll never know. There but for the grace of God ..
As for the match, there seemed to me to be a fair few Blades inside. As it turned out, we had nowt to shout about at the end.