What was meant to be one of the best and most joyous days of my life, turned into a terrifying ordeal that's proved very difficult to fully process.

I was one of the one million people that were present in Liverpool yesterday attending the club's parade celebration for winning their 20th league title.

I'm a Londoner, but I support Liverpool. That means that I have to travel up north often if I want to watch games live or attend events like Monday's parade.

Although being born and raised in London, I support a non-London team due to my dad who grew up in Greece. When I was around six years old and started to watch football, I asked him, 'dad, who do we support', and he said Liverpool.

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So ever since then I've been supporting the mighty Reds through the ups and downs and have experienced some of the best moments of my life with the club.

I was lucky enough to attend Jurgen Klopp's first home game at Anfield, Virgil Van Dijk's debut where he scored against Everton, the League Cup final win against Chelsea at Wembley and even this year's home game against Tottenham that saw Liverpool mathematically win the league.

The minute that final whistle went, I was bombarded by texts from fellow Liverpool fans to plan our trip up north for the parade.

We decided to travel to Liverpool on the Sunday in order to find a pub to watch the final game of the season against Crystal Palace and soak up the party atmosphere.

Sunday was a brilliant day filled with laughs, booze and celebrations.

After only a few hours of sleep, we woke up very excited on Monday morning, grabbed breakfast and then headed down to the docks, getting there around 11am.

We found a good viewing spot and proceeded to stand for the next seven hours waiting for the bus to pass, amidst hundreds of thousands of other Liverpool fans enjoying our drinks and soaking it all in.

It was such an amazing party atmosphere, as an entire city joined together to sing and dance, despite getting completely soaked in the pouring rain.

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The bus finally passed by, with fans erupting in jubilation as manager Arne Slot beamed a huge smile, while captain Van Dijk was dancing with the Premier League title on the back of the bus.

We eventually decided to head off and make our way into the city, to grab something to eat, before everyone had to head home, some to Manchester, others to Nottingham and myself back to London.

As we turned the corner from the main street where the parade passed through, within just a few minutes, disaster struck...

We were walking along the pavement on Water Street and chatting about what a historic moment we had been a part of and how we might never get a chance to witness this ever again.

And that's when we saw one of the most terrifying things anyone can ever see. A car was in the middle of the road surrounded by people and started reversing into the crowd.

"What the hell is going on", is what I shouted out loud to my friends, pointing in the direction of the commotion.

The car had been reversing into people, with fans then reacting and banging on the vehicle, trying to get the driver to stop. But instead of stopping, the situation escalated.

The driver - who I managed to get a glimpse off - put his foot down and rammed through people.

Emergency services were quick to rush to the scene

"Oh my god", was what I screamed out loud as I was trying to process what I had just seen. Some bodies had gone flying, while others had been run over.

Some fans rushed to the wounded, others ran after the car trying to stop it from causing more harm, and others ran towards the police and the paramedics to tell them what happened and to tend to those who had been injured.

It took a good couple of seconds before I had truly comprehended what I had just witnessed and checked on my friends to make sure we were all okay. Thankfully we all were, despite this happening just metres from where we were.

We were "lucky". If we had been walking on the road instead of the pavement, we would have been hit.

As I processed what I had just witnessed and realised this was very, very serious, I tried to call my family and tell them I was okay. But due to the large number of people, my mobile signal wasn't working... but as it turns out, it was just not just for me, but for everyone else too.

I knew I had to get out of the city and despite the last train to London being at just before 9pm, I made my way to Lime Street station at around 6:30pm, only to be greeted by pandemonium and chaos.

There were thousands upon thousands of people queuing up to enter the station in what looked like a mass exodus.

I was confused; why was this happening - surely the authorities knew a large number of people would be in Liverpool on Monday for the parade and that they would need to go home. The police surely would have been able to organise it efficiently.

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As time passed and we didn't seem to be moving, I head rumours from other people in the queue that the train station would be closed until 9:30pm due to a reported bomb threat, while others said the city was on lockdown following the car ramming incident.

After queuing for two hours - in the pouring rain may I remind you - we eventually saw a police officer who was directing us to a different entrance that was funnelled through a tiny corridor that had barrier fencing on either side.

So we had just wasted two hours queuing for no reason in the wrong section. People were angry and tensions were high.

We made our way to another queue and join in there, trying to patiently wait our turn to get into the station. People were very angry at how badly the whole thing had been handled.

Some women and children were crying and it was clear patience was running thin.

As time passed, the realisation that I would miss the last train down to London had hit me and I needed to find somewhere to stay because I couldn't bear the idea of spending the night in Liverpool. I needed to get out. I felt trapped, with the car incident (which at the time I didn't know whether it was terror related or not) and with a train station that seemed to be so close yet so far away.

I finally managed to get in to the station and I asked staff about getting to London, even if it meant a number of transfers. But nothing was possible.

Hopefully in the months and years to come, we can move on from the tragedy and remember the beautiful moments from the parade, where an entire city was in euphoria celebrating Liverpool's 20th league title

I had resigned myself to the fact that I would go to Manchester and stay at my friend's house - who had kindly offered to put me up for the night - and take a train down to London on the following morning.

Just two minutes before the train to Manchester departed, an announcement informed us that an emergency service down to London had been put on and to make our way to platform 6.

I made it on, got a seat and started the process of comprehending what I had witnessed. Over 24 hours later, that still hasn't happened. I'm still feeling very overwhelmed and my emotions are all over the place.

But I consider myself lucky as my friends and I were unharmed were all physically unharmed. And after hearing the positive news earlier today that the victims in hospital were in stable condition, I feel slightly better.

But my thoughts are with them and their loved ones nonetheless.

The city and people of Liverpool are resilient, they will come back stronger, like they always do. Of that I have no doubt. Hopefully in the months and years to come, we can move on from the tragedy and remember the beautiful moments from the parade, where an entire city was in euphoria celebrating Liverpool's 20th league title.

The phrase 'You'll Never Walk Alone' could not be more fitting for this football club and this city. One of a kind.