Hillsborough...read this and remember the 96 - 15th Apr 2014 5:52am
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
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