by Woollyback » Wed Oct 27, 2004 4:27 pm
This goes to show you can't tar everybody with the same brush. This is something I found on Millwall's forum earlier:
Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2004 4:13 pm Post subject: About Last Night
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I thought long and hard about writing anything. The thing is, I've told only a few people about this, and don't wear it as some badge of honour, or martyrdom. The thing is, I was in a unique position last night among Millwall fans. You see, I was at Hillsborough that day.
On 15 April 1989, I waited at the top of the hill above Hillsborough waiting for two people I had given a lift to the FA Cup Semi-Final that day to return to my car. My mate and I were in the Forest end and had watched the full horror from the safety of the top of the Kop at Hillsborough. My friend's two mates were in the Liverpool end, and one, we knew for certain, was in the Leppings Lane End - on the terracing.
Now put yourself in my shoes. What would you feel like waiting for someone to turn up, who you know well? Looking down the road praying they will come around that corner. Just think a second. No mobile phones to try to contact people with. Not in 1989.
Thankfully they both turned up. We never knew the scale - we reckoned 10 or 15 dead - when I was told over 50, have a guess what I felt like. Try to picture witnessing a man giving his father heart massage, and being told it was no use and a coat being draped over his head. Sit there. Picture it. Think about it.
I have told only a few people here that I was at Hillsborough that day. I was at Liverpool University and lived in the city when it went through that trauma. I hated Liverpool FC, still do, for being successful and their fans arrogance. But I went to Anfield to put scarves on the Kop. I was sickened as Millwall and West H*m destroyed the minute's silence a week later. I was at the first game back for Liverpool - at Everton. I went to the Semi-Final Replay (where Liverpool fans let themselves down by singing "we hate Nottingham Forest..." after the sympathy shown by that club in the immediate aftermath).
Now you may understand where I am coming from. And I didn't lose anyone in that disaster. It was horrific. The memories are still with me, and I watched it from safety. What must it have been like for the individuals there - on the pitch - using advertising hoardings as stretchers, inadequate medical facilities - the confusion, the despair. And then think this. There were people in that away end last night, almost certainly, who knew, or lost someone that day. Or who were there and will never forget what they saw.
I am not in a position to lay blame, or go on police information or LFC information about that day. Liverpool fans were late - I left Liverpool at 9:30 for the 2 hour journey to Sheffield and it took me over 4 hours. But fans have turned up ****** and late and ticketless to football matches since time immemoriam. They didn't deserve to die. That, at the end of it, blame aside, is all that matters.
So why did we sing the song last night? Harmless banter? Well I got upset, as my brother will testify. Maybe I'm a hypocrite. I laugh at Bobby Moore, but not at that. Guilty. But this was personal to me. And it is personal to Liverpool. No matter which way you look at it, no fans received any legal redress, but the police on duty got sizeable compensation for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. No authorities ever got the blame for what happened, except some generic rules were put in place for all seater stadia. Liverpool fans never got justice. It will rankle with them, and rightly so. And yes, there is some guilt in there, in my opinion. Of course, it would not be natural if there wasn't.
I'm sorry that this is long. I hope it doesn't sound self-important or patronising. I don't write that often from the heart, but this is it for me. Those people that sang that last night utterly sickened me. And I can't help how I feel....
At least some of them seem to have some consciense & intelligence
b*ll*c*ks and s*i*e