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From Mersey Magazine.

On this the 25th anniversary of the Hillsborough disaster, Mersey Magazine remembers the 96 Liverpool FC fans who died by reprinting the Hillsborough poem.



A HILLSBOROUGH POEM

Check the tickets in my wallet then swig a cup of tea

7.30 in the morning One game from Wembley

Out the door and on the street off to meet the boys

To sing the songs we love to sing and fill the ground with noise

The coach pulls up and we all pile on belly full of butterflies

Then off to Sheffield we all go the FA cup our prize

9.00am and the songs have started I talk about the game

To a young lad thats sat next to me I didn’t catch his name

The journeys taking hours and we cross the Pennine hills

But my mind drifts off to Hillsborough as I dream of Beardsley’s skills

“My favourite players Aldo” says the boy sat next to me

His eyes full of excitement and his words are filled with glee

“I’m meeting me mate when I get to the ground, he’s travelling up by train”

“I’ll see you back here on the coach when we’ve beaten Forest again”

The coach pulled up and off he went going to meet his friend

I check my ticket once again THE LEPPINGS LANE END

Its getting near to kick off and I’m getting close to the ground

But nobody seems to be moving I’m stuck tight in this crowd

I’m just starting to panic and a bizzie opens the gate

A red tide moves down the tunnel moving closer to their fate

I remember clearly that tunnel and the light shone at the end

And as I think back to that fateful day I still can’t comprehend

That the coppers called us vandals and drunken loutish liars

And the media fed us spite and hate when compassion was required

But back to that day and the things I saw unfold before my eyes

The sight of grown men screaming And the air was full of cries

But I was one of the lucky ones because I came home alive

I watched heroes in scarves on the pitch trying helplessly to revive-

Their friends their family and strangers who’d all come to watch a game

But their lives were crushed that fateful day on a terrace called Leppings Lane

The memories still haunt me every time I go to sleep

But there’s one memory that gets me and always makes me weep

Back on the coach with my head on the glass I remember my heart it skipped a beat

When I turned to the young lad next to me And noticed his empty seat

There were 96 empty seats that day 96 friends that we lost

And while Kelvin counted the pennies the families counted the loss

So next time you’re at Anfield visit the eternal flame

Feel the stone cold marble And touch a person’s name

And while you say a silent prayer and your dreams are tossed and blown

Remember those 96 empty seats that must never walk alone

Justice for the 96

You’ll Never Walk Alone

So moving........... RIP JF96 YNWA