Big number, isn't it?
We wouldn't think so now.
In a world where people count their pounds in thousands and millionaires are getting common, we don't think of anything below 10k as a "big" number.
Okay. Forget the number 96 for a minute. Think about the number 1.
1 life, say.
In that life, you have friends, pets, teachers, GCSEs. You have family reunions at Christmas. You have the sluggish cursing as you wake up to your alarm. You have the mental swearing as you miss your bus. You have the worry of a summer job, the petty dislikes of the class bitch, the hopes of getting an iPod for your birthday.
Shallow things?
They are what make life life. What makes it such a wonderful thing. All the tiny things that make you yourself. Now imagine them blown away in an instant.
Imagine 96 of them blown away in one hour.
96 ordinary, exceptional, typical, amazing people went to a football match twenty years ago to the day, along with hundreds of other supporters.
These 96 men, women and children would not come back home.
So here's to the football fans.
Here's to the police, keeping control over the supporters as we get excited. We spite them, sneer at them, we only want a little fun after all. All they want is to prevent anything like the Hillsborough Disaster happening ever again.
Here's to Brian Clough, who told the police if there was even one fatality, there would be no football played today.
We wouldn't think so now.
In a world where people count their pounds in thousands and millionaires are getting common, we don't think of anything below 10k as a "big" number.
Okay. Forget the number 96 for a minute. Think about the number 1.
1 life, say.
In that life, you have friends, pets, teachers, GCSEs. You have family reunions at Christmas. You have the sluggish cursing as you wake up to your alarm. You have the mental swearing as you miss your bus. You have the worry of a summer job, the petty dislikes of the class bitch, the hopes of getting an iPod for your birthday.
Shallow things?
They are what make life life. What makes it such a wonderful thing. All the tiny things that make you yourself. Now imagine them blown away in an instant.
Imagine 96 of them blown away in one hour.
96 ordinary, exceptional, typical, amazing people went to a football match twenty years ago to the day, along with hundreds of other supporters.
These 96 men, women and children would not come back home.
So here's to the football fans.
Here's to the police, keeping control over the supporters as we get excited. We spite them, sneer at them, we only want a little fun after all. All they want is to prevent anything like the Hillsborough Disaster happening ever again.
Here's to Brian Clough, who told the police if there was even one fatality, there would be no football played today.
"Football should not be life or death.
Not even in a semi-final."
And here's to the people of Sheffield, taking in fans to their homes; total strangers, people they have never met and probably will never meet again, to rack up their phone bills and use their best china. Bless them all.
"They're all dead, missus. All dead."
Liverpudlians have not forgotten their kindness.It's just a shame it takes a loss of life for people to be like that most times.
The Hillsborough Disaster was a deadly human crush that occurred on 15 April 1989, at Hillsborough, a football stadium home to Sheffield Wednesday in Sheffield, England, resulting in the deaths of 96 people (all fans of Liverpool Football Club).
The match was an FA Cup Semi Final clash between Liverpool and Nottingham Forest. It was abandoned six minutes into the first half.
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ohhhh deep rachel... :( sad now x
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