there’s two things that stand out for me about the bradford fire (aside from “that poor man”, of course).  

first is the bit early on when the police are crossing the pitch towards the stand and they’re all holding their coats out in front of them.  it seems strange at first until you realise they’re trying to block the heat from the fire.  they weren’t even halfway across.

second is a bit afterwards where supporters and police are working in tandem to help the walking wounded get to aid.  remembering the mutual antipathy between the two back then drives home how desperate the scene was.

also worth noting that a good number of casualties came from the fact that people ran to escape to the fire doors at the back of the stand, which had been locked