John Aldridge: "Whenever I think of Hillsborough I am drawn to the story of young Lee Nicol from Bootle. Lee was fourteen but looked about ten. He reminded me of my son, Paul. Lee was in the middle of the crush at Leppings Lane but was still alive when he was pulled out. I went to see him in hospital. He looked a lovely kid. As he lay there in a coma, I whispered words into his ears. I asked the doctor about his chances of recovery. 'He's clinically dead, John,' he said. I hadn't realised how badly he was injured. That news ripped into me. My heart went out to Lee's family, decent people who didn't deserve to be victims of such a tragedy."
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Kenny: " One morning, before everyone was in, I went out on to the pitch and tied my children’s teddy bears around a goalpost at the Kop end. The goals, the pitch and the whole Kop were covered in flowers, scarves and tributes. I remember describing it as the ‘saddest and most beautiful sight’ I had ever seen. It really was like that. It was sad because of the reason whey the tributes were there, but it was magnificent to see them.
On the Friday night, after everybody had gone, I walked through the Kop with Kelly, Paul and Marina’s dad, Pat. Paul looked at all the tributes, the flowers, the scarves and said: ‘Why did it have to happen to us?’ Kelly, Paul and I stood at the back of the Kop with tears falling down our faces. Walking through the Kop was so emotional. A lot of tributes had been left by people in the place where their loved one had stood. People who had lost the person they stood next to to watch games would leave something special in remembrance. Seeing two oranges left beside one of the barriers really moved me. It was difficult not to weep on coming across little tributes like that. They were so insignificant and yet so full of meaning. Perhaps the two people took it in turn to bring oranges to matches, something to share at half-time. That really got to me. I wondered whether the person who laid the oranges ever returned to the Kop. I came across somebody’s boots, left there by his mourning family. Everywhere I walked there were endless messages, each of which embodied someone else’s grief. It was so difficult to pass through.
"The shameful allegations intensified the anger amidst the trauma. We spent the week consoling the bereaved and attending funerals. On the Saturday we held a service at Anfield. At six minutes past three there was a minute’s silence across the country. Then everyone at Anfield sang ‘You’ll Never Walk Alone.’ We tied scarves between Anfield and Goodison. We just wanted to show the unity existing on Merseyside. The following day, there was a final service on the pitch. It was really quiet, just the wind rustling the scarves tied to the crossbar. When somebody shouted out ‘We all loved you,’ we all broke down."
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Alan Hansen " have heard people say that they should now ‘let it go’ and ‘get on with their lives’, a view that stems partly from the massive changes that have taken place in English football as a result of Hillsborough. But for the tragedy, and the Taylor Report in January 1990, which enforced the transformation of British football grounds into all-seat stadiums, it is possible that the long history of stadium neglect, and spectators treated as turnstile fodder, would have continued. The new-style British club stadiums, which are among the most impressive in the world for safety standards and facilities, have made it easier for clubs to be better run, and therefore improve the quality of their football. However, though a great deal of water has passed under the bridge since Hillsborough, my attitude to those who feel that the HFSG should now forget its grievances is, ‘It’s easy for you to talk – you didn’t loose anyone.’
"Had I lost someone, I would never have let it go."
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John Barnes: "The tributes were not just at Anfield. I walked into Stanley Park and saw all the Everton scarves tied together. They stretched from Goodison Park to Anfield, a symbol of the unity between the two clubs. All football fans were united in their grief. Even those from Manchester United sent gestures of sympathy. Every fan had reason to mourn."
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Anon:
"Running in the wind
Crushed
Playing happy families
Let in unaware
Having children, getting by
Tears from my eye, I cry, I cry
The virgin in me
Halted in its tracks
The person in me
Buried in Sheffield
Fascinated by spirits
And all I want is some justice
Respect is everything
But sometimes never enough
People aren't too honest
But be a good boy and make me proud
We'll live through you
Make you what I never was
So free in the wind
Running in the sea
Being free like you not me
Noises, screams, photos, cries
This is life, is it fate
You live, you learn, you die
You'll learn, all lessons from past
You laugh, you learn
You cry, you learn
Respect is all, tell me what you know
You pray, you learn
You live, you learn
Please don't block your tears
We are the sweet crusaders."
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Red Ped:
"H is for Hillsborough,Heysel and Hell
His for half time, happy as well
H is for Heaving,
His breatH and His Heart
H is the finisH but isn't in start
H ends crusH and H ends enougH
H starts the Heaven in skies up above
H is for Heavy, in ligHt and in weigHt
THere's no H in early and no H in late
There's no H in open and no H in gate
There's a big H in pusH but missing from mate
No H in escape no H in set free
There's no H in living or in let it be
Two H's in HillsborougH, more tHan enougH
No H in Justice, not good enougH."
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Scouse Ste:
"96 souls have passed away,
On a morbid April day,
Asphyxiated, crushed to death,
At Hillsborough, they drew their final breath.
What went on that fateful day?
All those bodies turning grey,
Old and young, there for the FA Cup,
It isn’t right; it’s fucked up.
The papers over the next few weeks,
Headlines too sick to speak,
Said we were pissed, that we’d robbed our own,
No pity for the 96, who never came home.
This was shite, I was there.
Leppings Lane, the worst nightmare.
Crushed and squashed, my skin turned blue,
I was lucky, I escaped, my mates too.
I have a memory of this young lad,
Up against the fence, without his Dad,
I picked him up, and over the fence,
Emergency services, acting without sense.
Those fucking police, it was all their fault,
Duckenfield, in hell you’ll rot.
You liar, you cheat, you filthy rat,
If I saw you know, Id kill you.
YOU COWARDLY TWAT.
And as for the S*n, SPIT, SPIT, SPIT.
McKensie I HATE YOU, you fucking shit,
You lied you cunt, no apology,
When you die, Ill dance with glee.
That’s the end, thanks for reading.
I don’t know where this all is leading,
I guess my final message is,
JUSTICE and RIP the 96."
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Anon:
"I focus on a white cloud in the sky.
It fades to darkness and a peaceful quiet descends
A warm comforting wave folds over my body
I'm floating, spinning, am I flying ?
Where am I going? why cant I see?
I think something's happening but I'm not scared
Was I watching the reds? No, it must be a dream
But Brucie was looking right at me! I could swear it. He was pointing and shouting
Why was he doing that and not playing?, I'll ask me dad later
Where is me dad? wasn't he standing next to me?
I wonder where he's gone to?
I look around and there's me Granddad
This isn't right I MUST be asleep I came with me dad I remember I did!
"Alright son don't worry now your Nan and me are here for ya"
I sense, but don't panic, I don't feel anything but warmth inside,
I know. I know I understand now its clear
I look around and see mum and dad in the front room holding each other and crying,
I understand
I'm with my granddad now, "Come on son lets go"
I understand at last, but I don't know why."
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Gerard Bernard Patrick Baron (67)
Simon Bell (17)
Barry Sidney Bennett (26)
David John Benson (22)
David William Birtle (22)
Tony Bland (22)
Paul David Brady (21)
Andrew Mark Brookes (26)
Carl Brown (18)
David Steven Brown (25)
Henry Thomas Burke (47)
Peter Andrew Burkett (24)
Paul William Carlile (19)
Raymond Thomas Chapman (50)
Gary Christopher Church (19)
Joseph Clark (29)
Paul Clark (18)
Gary Collins (22)
Stephen Paul Copoc (20)
Tracey Elizabeth Cox (23)
James Philip Delaney (19)
Christopher Barry Devonside (18)
Christopher Edwards (29)
Vincent Michael Fitzsimmons (34)
Thomas Steven Fox (21)
Jon-Paul Gilhooley (10)
Barry Glover (27)
Ian Thomas Glover (20)
Derrick George Godwin (24)
Roy Harry Hamilton (34)
Philip Hammond (14)
Eric Hankin (33)
Gary Harrison (27)
Stephen Francis Harrison (31)
Peter Andrew Harrison (15)
David Hawley (39)
James Robert Hennessy (29)
Paul Anthony Hewitson (26)
Carl Darren Hewitt (17)
Nicholas Michael Hewitt (16)
Sarah Louise Hicks (19)
Victoria Jane Hicks (15)
Gordon Rodney Horn (20)
Arthur Horrocks (41)
Thomas Howard (39)
Thomas Anthony Howard (14)
Eric George Hughes (42)
Alan Johnston (29)
Christine Anne Jones (27)
Gary Philip Jones (18)
Richard Jones (25)
Nicholas Peter Joynes (27)
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Michael David Kelly (38)
Carl David Lewis (18)
David William Mather (19)
Brian Christopher Mathews (38)
Francis Joseph McAllister (27)
John McBrien (18)
Marion Hazel McCabe (21)
Joseph Daniel McCarthy (21)
Peter McDonnell (21)
Alan McGlone (28)
Keith McGrath (17)
Paul Brian Murray (14)
Lee Nicol (14)
Stephen Francis O'Neill (17)
Jonathon Owens (18)
William Roy Pemberton (23)
Carl William Rimmer (21)
David George Rimmer (38)
Graham John Roberts (24)
Steven Joseph Robinson (17)
Henry Charles Rogers (17)
Colin Andrew Hugh William Sefton (23)
Inger Shah (38)
Paula Ann Smith (26)
Adam Edward Spearritt (14)
Philip John Steele (15)
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Stuart Paul William Thompson (17)
Peter Francis Tootle (21)
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Kevin Tyrrell (15)
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JUSTICE FOR THE 96! YOU'LL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN. YNWA
DON'T BUY THE S*N!
