It has been one of the worst disasters in football history and, if there is one thing that will always make me sad, it is the West Bromwich Albion clash against their neighbours at the Olympic Stadium.
I remember the moment I saw the disaster on TV.
It was in Rome when the ground opened to the media for the first time.
I went to see the match in the afternoon and was so happy.
I was on my way to the airport and my girlfriend said to me: ‘You will never believe what happened to the ground’.
She was right.
The pitch was in a mess.
I couldn’t find my team-mate, who had been taken off by a team-mates wife.
I felt like I was going to lose it, because I saw everyone’s faces and I knew I had to get on the plane to Rome.
It was not until later that I realised how bad it had been.
We had a terrible feeling that we were in the middle of something big.
I had already travelled to Rome to see my family, but this was a big moment.
I thought: ‘What is happening to me?’
I was in tears and my mum, who was in the back seat, started sobbing.
It took me a while to realise that it was my fault.
I knew the pitch was bad.
It wasn’t until later, when we were talking about the earthquake that I learned the scale of the damage.
The ground had been razed.
The whole area was devastated.
I could barely go outside and I was still crying.
I was lucky to be able to go back to my house and my sister’s house.
It’s been a tough couple of days for everyone.
There are a lot of people who have been affected by this, but I am the only one who will be OK.