Hillsborough - Merseyside United

April 15^th 1989, is a date that will never be forgotten in the city of Liverpool. Everyone will remember where they were on that fateful day when 96 Liverpool fans went to the match to support their team like thousands of other fans did on that sunny Saturday spring afternoon, except those 96 men, women and children never came back home.

I was  just 7 back then and can remember bits of that day so vividly. It was one of the last times I can remember watching anything with my dad before his death later that year as we followed his weekly Saturday ritual of watching Grandstand. My auntie Kathleen was in ours and she’d bought me a gold sparkly address book, I was sitting with her asking her where she lived so I could wrire her address in my new book. I can remember so clearly seeing a picture on the telly of an ambulance being driven onto the pitch (later we’d find out that this was the one and only ambulance that ever made on to the pitch that day). My mum and dad talking about it while Kathleen distracted me from looking at the scenes on the TV by helping write more addresses into the book. When my brother phoned on his way home from our semi final at Villa Park, I remember waiting not so patiently on the ledge by the meter cupboard in our hall for my chance to speak to him (this was back in the days before cordless phones), obviously my mum or dad, can’t remember which one was telling him about what had happened in Sheffield and confirming the reports they’d heard about deaths were sadly true. When I got my chance to speak I asked him if he’d saw the ambulance on the pitch, and had Everton  had an ambulance on the pitch too and I said it was there because there’d been a fight and people were going to hospital. The innocence of youth, eh?

It was only much later, once I really started going to the match that I begun to understand what really happened that day. Although I think I knew well before then that this was something serious and wasn't a fight like my innocent 7 year self thought, as our ex neighbours nephew was sadly one of the 96 victims. She would sometimes come into ours to talk to mum about it, I think I just picked up on her anger and upset that this was no fight or accident.

In school as part of our English GCSE we had to do an assignment on the role media plays in social events and our group was given Hillsborough. Only then did I really discover so many shocking revelations that to me proved this was one of the biggest injustices ever to happen in this country:- the 3.15pm cut off point in which the coroner had declared that all fans had died by, despite testimony to the contrary,  the fact dozens of ambulances were lined up outside the ground but were not allowed on to the pitch to treat the injured and the dying, South Yorkshire Police attempting to apportion blame to the Liverpool fans for the tragedy by saying they were mounting a pitch invasion, arriving ticketless and drunk, the Sun newspaper and their infamous headline and all other shocking and upsetting facts that even at the age of 14/15 made me feel a huge sense of injustice of behalf of the victims and their families.  Maybe because I had an interest in the topic or had a knowledge of how football fans and specifically those hailing from Liverpool were perceived in the media, I really put such an effort into this particular assignment as I wanted to make sure I showed that the media, the written media especially were wrong with their opinions on the cause of this tragedy, my efforts paid off as I received one of the highest marks our school ever had for any coursework piece, not just an English one.

If as a schoolgirl I could see that the findings from the original enquiry didn’t add up and the media reports were certainly not true, surely those in power would see this, they did eventually, but I never expected that it would take until September 2012 for the truth, the real truth that everyone in the city of Liverpool has known since April 1989 to finally be revealed.  The fact that is has taken over two decades for this truth to be made public angers and saddens me so much. In that time the families and the supporters of the Justice for the 96 campaign have fought with such amazing dignity and pride to eventually be told that their husbands, wives, sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, uncles, aunties and friends were conclusively not to blame and the disaster was a failure in police control, things that we all knew from days after the tragedy.

The revelations from last Wednesday’s report were even more heartbreaking, shocking and unforgivable than I think anyone ever imagined they would be. It was very hard for me and a couple of friends being in work reading updates via Twitter of the findings, particularly hard as one the girls was actually there on that day and if wasn’t for the fact she was wearing flat shoes so couldn’t see and moved to one of the emptier side pens where she thought she’d stand a better chance of seeing the game, she would have more than likely have been one of those in the central pens. It was so hard for all of us not to cry hearing about how maybe some of the fans may have been able to have been saved if proper medical treatment had been allowed on to the pitch and how the South Yorkshire Police treated the dead – testing even the kids for alcohol to try to blame them as the cause of the tragedy is nothing short of disgraceful. Not one of those fans deserved to be treated like that and I sincerely hope that the justice that those 96 fully deserve is delivered a hell of a lot quicker than the truth did. No football fan should ever go to the match to support their team with their family or their mates and not come back home with them.

As emotional as I was on Wednesday, I was also filled with a huge sense of pride. Proud of a city, one that is usually so, so divided when it comes to its football allegiances, but one that came together to stand united for those 96 victims and their relatives. People can say what they like about us scousers and football fans, and they usually do, but I really believe no other city would stand as one like both fans of Everton and Liverpool have in the last 23 years. Hillsborough was not just a tragedy that affected the football club of Liverpool; it affected the whole of the City of Liverpool too. Evertonians lost family and friends that day too and if it wasn’t for a toss of a coin, it could have easily have been us playing at that ground and not at Villa Park. I don’t know of any Everton fan that has not respected and supported the justice campaign.  If anyone has disrespected it, they are not a proper Evertonian in my opinion.

The club too have also shown great support to Liverpool and the campaign over the years and the shirts we had in our club shops with remembering the 96 on was a lovely, dignified touch by EFC as was Graeme Sharp playing a part in the vigil on the night the findings were revealed. My pride in Everton escalated even further on the night of the 17th of September after witnessing such a moving, emotional but ultimately fitting tribute ahead of our game against Newcastle, I knew the club would do something but I never thought it would be that emotional, the choice of The Hollies ‘He Ain’t Heavy, He’s my Brother’ was a perfect song that really summed up the support given from both Everton and its supporters to the families of the victims in the last 23 years, the whole tribute at the match was beautiful. I don't think I watched the first few minutes of the match as I was unable to focus through my tears and my phone was bleeping like mad with messages fo thanks from my rednose mates who were just as moved by what Everton had done as all of those inside Goodison were.

I maybe being hugely blinkered here but I really don’t think any city would have reacted like Liverpool has done and will always do when it comes to Hillsborough, the truth of what really happened that day has finally been revealed, now the fight for justice for the victims and to get those who really were to blame to be made accountable for the actions begins and I have no doubt that both sides of Stanley Park will be as united as ever to make sure this happens - two clubs, one city, one justice.