DarkStar
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Post by DarkStar on Apr 15, 2005 17:08:45 GMT
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Post by dfx- on Apr 15, 2005 17:10:36 GMT
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Post by bergersbabe on Apr 15, 2005 17:11:42 GMT
nice one YNWA jft'96
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Post by Redz on Apr 15, 2005 17:15:39 GMT
Spelling out the true horror of Hillsborough
By David Prentice, Liverpool Echo
TODAY is the 16th anniversary of the Hillsborough disaster - just two days after a banner in Turin, brandished by supporters surely too young to remember the tragedy, declared: "15-4-89 Sheffield. God Exists."
It is because the Heysel and the Hillsborough disasters involved the same English club and the same sets of supporters, that they are wrongly bracketed together.
Heysel was a tragedy which had its root in hooliganism - Hillsborough did not. But the passing of years has seen a whole generation of supporters grow up unaware of the history of both.
Damian Kavanagh, a Liverpool fan who stood on Leppings Lane in 1989, has produced a stunningly moving document of that appalling afternoon.
This is a small extract. "Timings become blurred from now on as I describe what happened next.
"The crowd pressure was ever increasing and the lads on the crush barrier behind me were really struggling. This was as bad as I'd ever experienced and was getting worse. It didn't feel like a surge, more like steadily increasing overcrowding.
"I'd been to loads of matches when the crowd pressure had been uncomfortable and where at times you had no control over your own movement.
"There had been many occasions when people had fainted or were just so overwhelmed that they were pushed upwards over the heads of the crowd, then ferried down by outstretched hands to the front of the Kop for the St John's ambulance gang to look after them - though I'd never been in that state myself.
"A man immediately behind one of my shoulders who looked about 30ish to me with slightly long mousy hair and a dark blue shirt was asking us to help push him back under the strain. He was trying to get under the crush barrier. . . "Come on lads, help us here, push me back".
"We tried to lean backwards towards him while he pushed at our backs but our movements were restricted and he couldn't make any progress against the crowd behind him anyway. He asked us to kick the soles of his shoes - so he could maybe spring over the barrier - but it was no use, he wasn't going anywhere.
"A man immediately behind my other shoulder, again 30 something and maybe with a moustache, was in pain and couldn't even try to help himself any more. He was wearing a wind-cheater style jacket (I seem to remember white, yellow and grey markings on it). He was just pleading, "Please . . . please . . . please . . . " "Maybe six feet in front of me a fella said "Come on lads, let's get this young girl out" and people tried to help.. She looked maybe 12 years old or so, with dark hair. I can't say I know what happened to her.
"The singing had well stopped around me by now, with everybody here struggling. There were cries for help, cries of pain and cries to the police just a matter of yards in front of me to open the gates at the perimeter fence. The police were ignoring the requests and as I caught the eyes of one myself I made a point of shouting at him to open the gates.
"He just looked at me, pointed behind me and mouthed at me to get back, which of course was totally impossible. It appeared as though a gate down at the front had sprung open under the pressure but it looked to me as though the police were pushing the crowd back in.
"I could tell from the crowd noise around the ground that the teams had come out and I remember thinking "Oh no, they're gonna kick off".
"In my struggling I then noticed somebody go to Bruce Grobbelaar and remonstrate with him but there still seemed to be no help coming to us. I knew I was really in trouble, in great danger, and remember thinking "I hope my mum hasn't heard about this" because she'd only have worried. I knew my dad would be listening to the match commentary back home on the radio.
"Despite the pleading with the police to open the gates nothing was being done and I knew that I was on my own here if I wanted out . . . and I knew that I had to get out.
"How on Earth could what was happening to us behind that goal have been missed, or even worse . . . ignored?
"I was struggling to breathe and I remember thinking "Oh God please get me out" but I stayed very calm and focused on getting through this. I hadn't noticed that the match had been stopped.
"I don't know how much longer went by and believe that when you really need it you can sometimes find extra strength. Add that to a bit of luck that tragically a lot of other people didn't get, and I managed to wriggle upwards, halfway above the crowd.
"Some fella who was stuck there himself stretched out his hand "Here y'are mate!". He helped my foot so I could drag myself upwards onto the top of the crowd. I crawled towards the gate down at the front, which was maybe approximately 20 feet or so in front of me, so it came up very fast. As I got to the gate I heard somebody shout to me, "There's people dying here!" - I already knew..
"I grabbed the top of the frame at the opened gate and was about to escape when a policeman aggressively grabbed hold of me with both hands at my chest stopping me. He shouted at me, pushing me back and I quote: "You f*@&ing tw*t!" as he stopped my progress.. He wasn't gonna let me out but there was no way I was going back in there.
"Despite knowing that you don't go against bizzies if you wanna stay clear of trouble for yourself, I knew this was very different and I tried to force my way past him from my vulnerable position. It worked and as I tried to get through he dragged me and then threw me, out and down onto the shingle track around the pitch."
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Post by Babygirl96 on Apr 17, 2005 15:52:46 GMT
we will always remember and never forget, we'll keep on fighting til justice is done
YNWA JFT96
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Post by Sim on Apr 17, 2005 15:53:29 GMT
Never forgotten YNWA
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Post by Redz on Apr 27, 2005 15:39:47 GMT
Lost never forgotten Justice'96
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