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Ciggy wrote:I will tell my story again some of you may have read it before some maybe not.

My mum step dad and his two brothers travelled to Sheffield that morning, I had to stay home and look after my nan who we lived with, this was nothing new because my mum and step dad season ticket holders followed the mighty reds everywhere all over Europe.
I always felt left out being left behind whilst they went everywhere, but I was happy with the presents they brought me back out of guilt for leaving me behind.

They set off around 7 in the morning, just a normal day me and me nan had the TV on as some images came through what looked like crowd trouble, thinking back to Heysel I turned the TV off and thought oh no not again.
Then the phone rang maybe half an hour later it was my uncle have you heard from your mum?

I said no why he said theres people dying there I went absolutly sick, cold, white I thought my poor old nan what can I say or do shall I tell her?

Put the TV back on and the images where sickly gut  wrenching I was just staring looking could I see my mum and step dad and uncles, all I seen was bodies being dragged onto the pitch and people getting dragged up.

Wheres my mum, where is she I was pacing the floor crying shaking, my family came to our house as we waited for news, we where ringing the hotline for names praying to god that my family was in that makeshift morgue.

Them scenes where not real how could this have happened it was meant to be a great day out at a football ground why did it happen and who was responsible for this.

The hours went by the clock ticked no phone calls from my mum to say they where safe we feared the worst I was unconsolable, 11 O'clock they walked in my mum full of bruises and just devastated where she had been dragged up out of the pen, they had gotten separted in the tunnel my mum was in the middle of it with my uncle the others had been pushed upstairs in the separation.

They told of the horrors they had witnessed, and the sights they had never seen all my mum kept saying was but everything just came away from them, everything, she was sobbing these words that where not coming out properly  with the tears and the pain in her heart.


We stayed up all night just crying and crying and Ive never felt a pain so bad in my heart as I did that day and night, and it brings back so vivid memories everytime I think about it I have tears writting this now.

Visiting Anfield that whole week I have never witnessed anything so painful in all my life, the eary silence only cries could be heared every day.

The football world came together all the bitter rivalry was put aside, the scarfs from every club fans from every club where there to pay there respects.
There was these Newcastle fans they where just sobbing and sobbing they came back to our house whilst we talked about what had happened they had been on a stag night in Liverpool, and stayed in Liverpool because this had happened whom ever they are thank you for your gratitude.

I was one of the lucky ones, that I got my family back that day but there are 96 families that didnt. I thank god with all my heart for not taking them away from me because my mum is my world and if you would have taken here away from me I would have probably joined her.

Rest in Peace our 96 red family forever in our thoughts and in our Prayers God bless xxxxxxxxxxxxxx.

Ciggy wrote:I will tell my story again some of you may have read it before some maybe not.

My mum step dad and his two brothers travelled to Sheffield that morning, I had to stay home and look after my nan who we lived with, this was nothing new because my mum and step dad season ticket holders followed the mighty reds everywhere all over Europe.
I always felt left out being left behind whilst they went everywhere, but I was happy with the presents they brought me back out of guilt for leaving me behind.

They set off around 7 in the morning, just a normal day me and me nan had the TV on as some images came through what looked like crowd trouble, thinking back to Heysel I turned the TV off and thought oh no not again.
Then the phone rang maybe half an hour later it was my uncle have you heard from your mum?

I said no why he said theres people dying there I went absolutly sick, cold, white I thought my poor old nan what can I say or do shall I tell her?

Put the TV back on and the images where sickly gut  wrenching I was just staring looking could I see my mum and step dad and uncles, all I seen was bodies being dragged onto the pitch and people getting dragged up.

Wheres my mum, where is she I was pacing the floor crying shaking, my family came to our house as we waited for news, we where ringing the hotline for names praying to god that my family was in that makeshift morgue.

Them scenes where not real how could this have happened it was meant to be a great day out at a football ground why did it happen and who was responsible for this.

The hours went by the clock ticked no phone calls from my mum to say they where safe we feared the worst I was unconsolable, 11 O'clock they walked in my mum full of bruises and just devastated where she had been dragged up out of the pen, they had gotten separted in the tunnel my mum was in the middle of it with my uncle the others had been pushed upstairs in the separation.

They told of the horrors they had witnessed, and the sights they had never seen all my mum kept saying was but everything just came away from them, everything, she was sobbing these words that where not coming out properly  with the tears and the pain in her heart.


We stayed up all night just crying and crying and Ive never felt a pain so bad in my heart as I did that day and night, and it brings back so vivid memories everytime I think about it I have tears writting this now.

Visiting Anfield that whole week I have never witnessed anything so painful in all my life, the eary silence only cries could be heared every day.

The football world came together all the bitter rivalry was put aside, the scarfs from every club fans from every club where there to pay there respects.
There was these Newcastle fans they where just sobbing and sobbing they came back to our house whilst we talked about what had happened they had been on a stag night in Liverpool, and stayed in Liverpool because this had happened whom ever they are thank you for your gratitude.

I was one of the lucky ones, that I got my family back that day but there are 96 families that didnt. I thank god with all my heart for not taking them away from me because my mum is my world and if you would have taken here away from me I would have probably joined her.

Rest in Peace our 96 red family forever in our thoughts and in our Prayers God bless xxxxxxxxxxxxxx.