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Liverpool why Emre Can – Can not be captain.

After remaining unbeaten for 20 games & also 19 home fixtures Jurgen Klopp’s Liverpool have tamely given up both long standing runs in surprising defeats to Swansea & West Bromwich Albion, agitating supporters, who are mindful of how such lapses have cost Liverpool key points in their pursuit of Champions League qualification & a long awaited trophy for the Klopp regime, leaving a nasty taste on losing consecutive games to the leagues bottom two teams.

The question remains unanswered regarding Klopp’s plan B when teams arrive in opposition to Liverpool’s open and attacking style with a solid and robust defensive structure, Klopp’s side look one dimensional when faced with such opposition tactics seem unable to fathom a way around or through –


The problem seemingly that wing backs or wingers seem scared to take the football around defenders & head for the goal line, they seem to always cross toward the keeper & not away from him & the goal where supporting players from midfield can get time to support the attack, instead everything happens in front of the opposing defenders, which enables them to defend their lines easily, this is a player problem & not a coaching issue, scared of losing the football, passing & moving has become everything with very little room for any individual play.

Many supporters are also unhappy with the Klopp use of captains, so we all know that other European coaches don’t buy our obsession with having one player as leader & captain of the ship, Klopp having become dismissive & in my opinion disrespectful of that little armband with the word CAPTAIN on it, it is one thing putting little importance on the role, but quite another to arrogantly throw the role around with such contempt –


Emre Can; a player who is currently signed up to footballs very own dating app “Last year of my contract” checking out suitors from around Europe –

Tall dark & handsome –

Can sometimes wonder in & out of games –

I can shoot from anywhere –

My passing is woeful at times –

If one pass will do, I will take 4 –

Favourite position is backwards, although I may accept a sideways pass –

I have been accused of being slow & cumbersome, my arrogance says I’m not –

Applications to Anfield Liverpool.

Why Klopp sees no problem with giving his fellow German the captains armband is itself problematic, someone clearly intent on looking for another bird, the Liver obviously not being enough to satisfy Emre, when a side is looking for a leader, a captain to steer it’s ship through choppy waters, he(Can) has not been that man – The two games when Can has been captain have become two of the worst performances this season, whilst we cannot level the blame for the defeats wholly with Emre Can, we can say we lacked a leader to lift us from the mire.

The history of Liverpool captains surely dictates that OUR captain has to have a certain amount of personality & qualities linked to that position, from players of standing Yeats, Smith, Hughes, Souness, Hansen & Gerrard forward to the modern era – Lovren, Mignolet & Can, it’s not on & needs addressing, players that are hardly competent in their own specialised position cannot be expected to encourage others in theirs.


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How To Handle The Story Idea That Is Not Meant To Be Written Straightaway #AmWriting #ASMSG


The story idea that is not meant to be written straightaway is a pesky little devil.

It will trick you, the writer, into thinking it is not worth pursuing and will let out a wicked laugh as you shelve the first few pages. As you walk away your naughty little story idea will blow a few raspberries and skip happily around the desk.

A lot of the time we give up on story ideas too quickly because they are not meant to be written straightaway.

Some story ideas enter your mind and allow you to write them simply using the bare bones of a plot or premise.

However some story ideas are a little bit wild. They need to live a little inside your head, in a notebook or a folder for days, weeks, months or in some cases years.

There are a couple of reasons why some story ideas…

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Lying Tory Terrorists

The Tory/BBC propaganda juggernaut aided & abetted by the right-wing press would have us all believe that there are no choices in the general election, strong & stable Thatcher spawn locking journalists in cupboards, unable to engage with anyone who possibly disagrees with her policies.

Strong & stable – my arse I have seen stronger & more stable furniture in Ikea, once chosen there will be no returns policy with the Tories or Mrs May, far from being sold as the opportunity for a generation with a vote for Corbyn & Labour, the pedalled lie; no alternative, same old, same old Tories supporting banker friends & multi-nationals chucking millions into the Tory pot with no actual care for the country & its citizens, more themselves & theirs.

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The right-wing call Corbyn “A terrorist sympathiser” whilst allowing May to symptomatically terrorise the poor, the disabled, the homeless, children going to school starving, their parents having to rely on food banks, the NHS where nurses are overworked, under-waged. They have terrorised young people into having to accept work in jobs with no hours or contracted hours at such a low rate they don’t know whether they have a day’s work from day to day. To top it off the bastards want to terrorise foxes, again, so their friends can dress up at the weekends blowing horns like toffs do.

They will ridicule a man that does not want to charge around other nations bombing them at will, a man that sees no benefit of killing children & poor people, rather to sit around a table & discuss alternatives, a man who does not want to sell arms & bombs to others in the name of profit, in the name of creating business for our very own British business, the Tories will tell you what an awful day it will be when we stop selling arms to the Saudis, they will tell you what a mad man Corbyn is for wanting peace & not wanting to be a warmonger, we’ve been here before, it does not end well.

The Tories are intent on bleeding the NHS to the point that it can be wholesale sold off to their banker friends & big business, they have no interest in saving the NHS, it does not suit the agenda of selling everything to the highest bidder(FRIENDS) – They have form, fattening up their own bank balances whilst dissolving all state owned industries in the pursuit of fuck all for this country & its people, the many have sat by & let that happen through the 80’s, 90’s & up to today, the reason there are no post-offices close to your gran or grandad, the reason Gaz & Leccy are out of fucking control; just imagine if they were both state owned, imagine being able to control prices.

All sold off – British Steel, British Rail, British Airways, British Telecom, Coal, Electric, Water, The Post Office & it goes on & unfortunately there is not much left to sell is there? NHS?

The poorest students in even more debt when they leave university after Tories scrap maintenance grants –

Cuts to disability payments(PIP) reducing the points within the points system for those unable to wash themselves, or going to the toilet unaided, so their payments were lowered or in some cases stopped all together, yes, they did this with a tory cabinet of 23 Millionaires taking an average of £30 off disabled people every week, yes they did this.

Austerity, transferring money taken from poor people to make rich people even richer, how come the top earners & richest people in the country have not been touched by austerity? Because it’s a con & lie, a falsehood to cover your eyes whilst they get even richer.

The institute of fiscal studies has said those who will be most hit by the Tory austerity agenda will be children, fucking children, from poor families, this alone should be reason to get rid of the Tory machine.

Food banks –

Social housing, or the lack of –

Big business dodging their tax responsibilities, being encouraged by the Tories & HMRC with their sweetheart deals –

I could go on forever with the disparity between the behaviour of this Tory regime & the “We are all in it together” jingoistic nonsense. If they have not come for you yet, you could be next, are you old, young, disabled, poor, small business or just a child from a poor family, Mrs May & her cohorts have no compulsion for fairness.


Jeremy Corbyn has an idea of a fairer society, where those at the top pay their share to allow those at the bottom to not have to go cap in hand to foodbanks, for children of poor families to not have to go to school under-nourished, to not starve people of their right to eat, to exist in a humane way.

An NHS funded only & direct from government, where the vultures sniffing around it’s corpse are kept at bay, where their wallets are not bulged on the back of the sick & infirm. Nurses paid a wage becoming of that profession, Doctors treated with a respect from its employer & not constantly undermined & undervalued.

A place where young people would now know how many hours they are employed to work in the upcoming week, where employers would not be able to force unreasonable working conditions on those unable to fight back for fairer & contracted work, a fair day’s work for a fair days pay.

Where Jeremy Corbyn, instead of jumping into wars at the drop of an American hat, would instead prefer to resolve issues prior to making such decisions as bombing the hell out of innocent people, where we don’t sell arms to others & turn a blind eye to their human rights abusers.

What is wrong with saving 4000 homes for rough sleepers whilst also building 100,000 homes through councils & associations, can people even remember council houses, you know for those that cannot afford private sector housing. Where housing benefit would be restored for those under 21 so young people end up as rough sleepers because they have no money for rent.

The Tories will tell you that the coalition of chaos won’t be able to afford any of those policies, but remember how quickly they(Tories) all found money for their banker friends when needed, remember how the national debt has gone up & up under the Tories, can they be trusted with your money – NO. The Labour manifesto looks to borrow £250bn over 10 years, but the Tories have just borrowed £700bn in the previous 7 years – Don’t allow them to sway you with their lies.

Too many people will sit back & allow personalities to decide this election or more to the point the media bias on Corbyn, the man has been vilified at every corner, lied about, painted black, but this is a principled man, a genuine man & an honest man & that for a society used to being cheated on by politicians is the problem – The public prefer a bad boy, or girl in this case.

This truly is the opportunity of a lifetime as many have called it – It is up to us all to take this opportunity, not for ourselves but for everyone.



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Liverpool FC Klopportunity Knocks

With the psyche of the modern fan it will always come down to managing expectations, a season where Chelsea have surpassed even their own expectations, a season that without such a run would see five teams within a win & a loss of each other, Liverpool are not doing so badly – More importantly the journey has begun.

Jürgen Klopp has done a great job both on & off the field at Liverpool & remains the key factor if we are to realise that title success, the best opportunity we have in a manager capable of achieving what all supporters want, but he needs that commodity which the modern fan ill affords a manager at a top club – Time.

Klopp is the best opportunity the club has had in a very long time to getting us to a sustained challenge over a block of years rather than the hit & miss we have become accustomed to, this man is courageous like no other since the glory days, blooding young players whilst dispensing with those who don’t show the same approach, gregarious & charismatic to extremes, why would we not want to follow him on what is the start of a journey.


Imagine another preseason with the addition of players schooled in the pressing mould that he demands, with one or two of the plethora of young players solidifying their futures by gate crashing this squad, we have already witnessed what can be achieved with 70% of a Jürgen Klopp squad & the closer he gets to 100% the better for us.

This is going to be no ordinary path & when he gets this shuddering train up to speed there will not be anything temporary about it, it won’t be bits & pieces of wins here & there. Jürgen Klopp operates on a completely different level, the peculiars of errant goalkeeping & wayward defending will become a thing of history, moody strikers moved on & replaced with 100% effort that supporters take to their hearts on the strength of their exertion & endeavour.

The acquisition of Klopp’s first piece of silver will only accelerate the process, we require new blood, with specific DNA pace & energy with a winning mentality, that combination will put Klopp & Liverpool closer than ever to winning the title, he has already proved what can be done with a few average players, & if his call on the goalkeeper situation had perhaps worked out better I think they would be within touching distance, we seriously need to acquire a top class keeper.

This season has become very important, imperative that we qualify for The Champions League if the success is to be hurried along, the media & others would have you believe that winning the Premier League is so much easier if you don’t have European football to entertain the players, when in fact only Blackburn & Leicester have managed Premier League realization whilst not playing in a European competition.

Liverpool are far from the finished article, supporters with any clear sense understand this, those that have positioned themselves on the Klopp train, enjoying the journey with a knowledge that when we get to top speed all the bumps will have been worth it, the trophy haul will be testament to it.


Anyone who doubts Klopp need only look at the after-match interview for the Swansea game, I’m not sure any Liverpool fan was more annoyed & angry than the manager, if Klopp can’t get these players focused in this type of match then nobody can & some of those players will clearly be on their way out.


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One Direction – The New Beatles

One Direction – The New Beatles

We can all reminisce to a time when suddenly everything changed, a moment, as overwhelmed we are consumed while controlled by music or musicians. Unaware of the affect it would have upon our lives, perhaps not until years later.

As a 13 year old I would stumble across a certain John Winston Lennon. I like many other kids of that age would find themselves in 1980 engrossed at the media furore and the world’s attentive disposition toward Lennon’s death. Overwhelmed does not really do those emotive feelings justice; my whole being would change one Friday afternoon during that December month in 1980.

Friday each week would be celebrated with a lunch time disco at my senior school. Entry would be confirmed by an ink stamp to the back of the hand with the school logo upon it, and 5p which would go to charity. This would be a place that had been electrified previously during the year by The Jam; Madness & The Specials whilst intertwined would be the odd piece of Kenny Rogers & his “Coward of The County” halcyon days. For a boy my age it meant everything, everything.

This particular Friday would become a defining moment. For the few days since the death of Lennon there would be a preoccupation from TV & radio and it would not deviate from its collective tale – The legend that was Lennon, The hero, The God. Alongside this would be Beatlemania flooded across all media, TV and newspapers would regurgitate constantly “The Fab Four”.  As significantly the message manifested itself I could not deny it, the truth was I did not want to, with my new found musical enthusiasm I would lap it up without question.

For a two minute period during that Friday disco I would experience a felling an emotion that would not be replicated from that moment forwards, as the “DJ” Mr Smith, who also happened to teach religious education would gently slip on a vinyl 45 toward the record deck, unaware of the mayhem which would in a moment swamp him and the school dinner hall.

I will never forget that intro, even if I had listened and heard it many times before – Today it would be the first time I truly understood, having witnessed its infectious nature  – “Oh yeah I…… tell you something I think you’ll understand……” The place would erupt with a crescendo of testosterone and with it the creation for 2 minutes and 25 seconds of our own extraordinary example of Beatlemania – Even now I still experience goose-bumps thinking of that day or rather those moments. The screams that would reverberate around that dark dingy hall, voices yet to be broken would pierce even less developed ear drums. A moment where all & everyone would collectively contribute, even the kid who would remain silent throughout the whole duration of his school years whilst assuming the role of the bullies victim – Yes even he would scream & shout without inference of pinching or punching.

I would never be without The Beatles in my life from that moment onwards – Hooked.

This would signal the very beginning of my journey toward adulthood. The time when decisions I would begin to make would be based on my own selfish fulfilments – I would be youth and the world would begin to engross me. Rather more so music would battle alongside football intent on my affection, for my part I would glean the realisation for a 13 year old, some things  are more important than family, friends or existence in this world itself.

The essence of my new heart and mind collaboration would be manufactured around a certain held belief, a philosophy that dictated that I alone truly understood my kinship with my music. It would sit rather unwell if others, namely my peers, could or would begin to have a similar comprehension – To be au fait with. God forbid that they would also “Get It”.

In musical terms, generally the law states you must assume that anything that may have been produced later than April 10th 1970 – Is somewhat inferior purely on the grounds that this date represents, again according to folklore the disbanding of “The Greatest Musical Band Ever” – The Beatles. And the World would never be the same again.

If our parental propaganda is to be believed, and a generation or more are to in some way give credence to a perpetually opinionated argument driven by those intent on giving their own youthful existence greater meaning. We must with white flags aloft, petrol in one hand & gas lighter in the other set in motion the preparation covenant like, the destruction of history itself post 1970.

Well to steal a still to be claimed quote “Nostalgia aint what it used to be” –

Clearly the distinction between what may be cool and what might give others the impression of a low standard of pleasure intake tends to be incredibly difficult to determine for many a teen – and so it continues to represent a difficult puzzle for each new generation. Hoodwinking however has become rather more succinct; add to this the inception of Cowell like musicality and it becomes ever more difficult to separate marketing malingering and showmanship from actual bona fide talent.


Today even 10 year olds have their own identity and minds, social media, computers & other forms within a technological world that leave this 40 something, dazed and confused – all add to a greater understanding and existence for the children of this day.

One Direction are entertainers at the height of their powers who seem to constantly come under both scrutiny and derision in equal amount, experiencing contumely at every juncture from adults and teens intent on lauding it over the less initiated.

The accusations, and there are many levelled at this clearly manufactured band, range from – puppets being strung along by the modern day Geppetto – Simon Cowell, they are lads unable to play musical instruments singing songs that are to quote those proficient in popular music – “Rubbish”. They are assumed to be lacking in the commodity of talent.

And that ma Lord is the evidence for the prosecution.

Why can we not just accept that young people enjoy and are indeed consumed by One Direction and their like? Has it really become so essential for young people to be derided purely because they enjoy something slightly less intellectual than the pompous saving the World Coldplay types that are lauded as respectable alternatives.

The day we become quintessential romantics, as we fall in love with that first band, album or song – It means everything, we will use up every ounce of our existence with our new addiction – These Directioners are no different, the Bieber fans feel what we all felt. The main difference between the decades seems to be the inception of Twitter & Facebook, giving these super-fans a greater voice to glorify their heroes as they pay homage at the altar of the internet Gods as they worship. Where we had Smash Hits and NME today’s music junkie can find his or her crack house online.

Let’s not forget that early on in their musical careers The Beatles would sing songs such as “I wanna hold your hand” “She loves you” and “From me to you” – If One Direction were churning out such lyrically challenged songs they would most definitely be ridiculed from the “Music Police” whilst threatened with imprisonment or death.

So the question remains – Are One Direction the new Beatles?

History will tell us the answer is No.

Their flavour of the month just happens to be incredible palatable right now. The fan base these huge stars have would prove that indeed the interest is significant enough to warrant a comparison – Is it really that relevant that older people disagree with their younger foes, surely this is how it should be.

Ok so it is rather an unfair question where the consequence of such an irrational argument will always receive condemnation from the masses. It becomes imprudent to compare – Weighed against the new breed of band is what can only be called Beatle Proof, where nothing and nobody can compare.

The most important thing for me is that my kids (I don’t have any) are not bullied because they fill their bedroom walls full of pictures of Harry, Niall, Zayn, Liam & Louis. Whilst endeavouring to fill their tiny minds with John, Paul George & Ringo. Instead the recognition that they are setting out on a journey & should be encouraged to travel alone in pursuit of their very own beat of the drum.

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Brendan Rodgers – Lost In Action

What on earth has happened To Liverpool Football Club & more directly to their supporters, once a group of people found at the highest echelons of inspired unaffected support to those less deserving, whilst also treating like Gods those with feet of clay; elite fans, knowledgeable, fair and patient. Seemingly their fairness & patience has been tested these last few weeks.

The modern football memory has become shorter & shorter, less able to find that fleeting moment (A football season) when all seemed well, but why should it, scouse humour ( Indian, South Africa, & our American friends also included) replaced by outrage & antagonism toward Brendan Rodgers, at every juncture the twisted bile & downright hatred, hostility thrown toward the manager has been unacceptable for a club of the stature of Liverpool, for fans of the great institution that remains by its fingertips.

Liverpool fans & the club have become a focus of ridicule, how they never walk alone through those bloody horrific storms, constantly reminding anyone who won’t listen about ancient times, halcyon days gone by when they plundered these shores before moving on to conquer that Europe place & finally the WORLD. We have become as close to parody of ourselves as possible.

We cannot hold Rodgers accountable for 26 years of mainly under-achievement given what glory preceded them, reality somewhat dictates where the club now finds itself. I remember when the Kop would sing “Attack, Attack, Attack,” now we use it to exploit the weakness amongst our own, this season particularly it would seem our illness our schizoid approach to the world outside has made us unrelenting toward Rodgers.

Hands Up - I Surrender

Hands Up – I Surrender

The “Rodgers Out” brigade (at the point of writing, he is in) who repetitively & persistently over his 3 years at the club have shouted & screamed their betrayal, unfaithful from day one, they now sit lauding over how right they were, what do they require to appease? Sacking? Hanging? Public flogging?

Brendan Rodgers has made mistakes, some glaring blatantly obvious mistakes, & deserves criticism, being held accountable, however, he does not deserve the total character (no pun intended) assassination that has arrived via some quarters of the media & those that pertain to have this club at heart. It’s apparent that some enjoyment is being gained from the teams disastrous season & the personal failure of the manager to put things right, those same people who would eulogise about Rodgers less than a year ago, pedalling his greatness have done a 360 in spectacular fashion, as social media pops the noose around our managers neck to aid & abet his hurried departure.

We have been here before; Deja vu – I for one hope the owners have the courage of their convictions to stick with Rodgers on the basis that perhaps he gets some sort of help, no rocket science required but perhaps a defensive coach of sorts & that old chestnut; more money.

Dispense with the services of those that could not care less about the club, supporters or manager & use that financial gain wisely with those proven in this type of environment, a club of this statue, players who can perform on this stage. Southampton, Swansea and the like need not apply, this type of player has gotten off very lightly this season whilst the man picking them has not. What has happened to our passing & pressing game? All but non-existent.

For a side built on pace, we lack it in defence & also the midfield where it is prevalent in the Premier League, as for strikers…..well I guess we just stick with what we have. It does worry me that the strikers we are being linked with are very similar to those we are allegedly showing the door.

One thing that will not help is heaping deluded pressure of the manager or players, we are at a specific level that we need to accept, we have had darker days, found ourselves in far worse league positions. In 6 previous seasons other than last year we have found our level to be top 6, until we find a manager we are prepared to stick with perhaps we will remain at that level.

Careful what you wish for.

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Hillsborough 15th April 1989 “The Guilt That Lingers”.

In the 25 years that have passed since 15th April 1989 – At such a pace that it would seem like the interim years have somehow eluded me – I have ruminated about that fateful day on many occasions, reflected upon my ignorant, and at times unconscious thought toward the effect that it would have upon me as a young man, how ultimately it would change my perspective not only on football and Liverpool, but my life itself – How I would go on to deal with my experiences, and relate those back to that day.

I have only ever written about Hillsborough on two occasions in all those years, mainly defensive articles, predominantly in reply to those individuals who have taken it upon themselves to contemptuously deride the day itself – in magnification of printed words, or ramblings intent on riding on the back of rage fixated articles. A cacophony of lies have been twisted manipulated & repeated as if freedom of speech allowed such brutal banging of a delusional drum, extenuated by those protagonists responsible.

Liverpool people have constantly become targets from some hell-bent on portraying both supporters of the club, and residents of the city, with a media tar brush focused on painting them as constant victims – attention seeking that includes feigning and exaggerating both illness and its effect – in a pursuit of a sick-note from society.

I was 22 years old in April 1989, no longer a boy; unquestionably I was neither a man. I had no idea what I would become, like many young people of that age I had however convinced myself that I was indeed invincible, and could not care less where my life would lead me, or how I could facilitate the journey.

Bravado and self-confident I would stride through the mid-eighties –Fight with the police on picket lines, battle against Thatcher’s Britain -Obsessed with Alan Bleasdale. I purposely strode through my days carefree, fear having been abandon long since. I would assume a similar arrogance as my peers, believe nothing, and question everything. If my fingers could not touch it, feel it – Then surely it did not exist.

When I see images from Hillsborough, stills of people fighting for their last breath, negotiating broken bodies in mis-held belief that they were aiding Emergency Services, when fundamentally they had in fact taken over those jobs, whilst minutes away those employed to do that very job would be held back by those in power, unaware how their dereliction of duty would take over 20 years to come to light – To return and haunt them.

As I watched from my vantage point which hours earlier I had specifically located, credence that this very spot would be exactly where I would view my heroes progress toward Wembley as they would proficiently deliver silverware once again.

The scouse hijacked terrain amongst opposing fans where I would find myself, would indeed if for the wrong reasons be an incredible vantage point – Clearly we would see lifeless bodies who only moments earlier would struggle for their last gasping breath, laid out in some sort of macabre pageant for the deceased. In my mind I need not go so deep to envisage those sights once more.

I’m still not completely sure how my mind attempted to process images from that day – Dead bodies being carried & taken from where they had fallen, to be placed on dismantled advertising hoarding – used as stretchers. This would be the first time in my short life I would see someone dead or dying before my eyes, as cripplingly close as I could touch them. I’m not really sure that these words could do such an image justice.

I had only ever seen one dead person prior to Hillsborough – An old nun at my primary school she would be 70 or 80 years of age. This day I would see possibly 30 more, supposed lifeless bodies in the space of an hour – Middle aged men and women, interspersed would be the motionless bodies of children. I am at pain to call them Dead as we all now know this may not have been the case, and the thought that we were indeed witnessing children dying, is a horrific thought, quite haunting.

I would not lose my life at Hillsborough that day, nor would I lose blood relatives – For years I would feel guilty that I actually felt that I gained from that very experience, maybe a sick disturbing understanding of the true effects of that day. Down the years I have met people who in a sense “ dined out” on the fact they survived Hillsborough – I can say that, but not without remorse, having at times being guilty of that myself – That is what we do as humans at times, am I sorry? Yes, most definitely. The immediate years after Hillsborough the trauma would have different compounding effect of people – Different types of people.

That is maybe the point, you can’t change how you were many years ago, but you can regretfully take a look back in an attempt to put that right, as such I feel answerable to myself . I am far from perfect, but when I talk about Justice For 96 strangers I went to a football match with some years ago – I mean that.

My brother said he had not seen me cry since I was 8 years old, I suppose I was just that kind of kid ,stronger than most – I would make up for it that day and subsequently over the next year with Images of Hillsborough seemingly on a constant rewind in my head and on my Television screen. I would never go back to Hillsborough after that day, and I believe I never will.

I don’t require a sick-note from society – I am not a victim of Hillsborough, I just happen to be someone amongst thousands of others that has a story to regale about that day – And I have also become tired at keeping that story to myself, and I refuse to feel guilty that my emotions or thoughts do not matter.

There are defining moments in all our lives, where uncontrollable instants will rocket you in a direction you were otherwise never to live through, some would call it fate possibly a destiny. I changed after that day, at times not for the better, I would find perspective through its very experience. Others will constantly promote a “Move On” mentality, usually those who believe they have the an understanding of Hillsborough having seen it on their TV screens over a constant of years, as repeated our shouts for Justice have gathered apace. They remain unaware that many of us did & have moved on, and that new journey took us fleet-footed toward justice and the truth, unbeknown this would not be as swift as anticipated.

I still question whether indeed we have had Justice, after all these years I have a distrust of a system which still seems intent on perpetuating its own agenda – Clearly the example in the canonising of Thatcher this last year, and how her many friends within the system have attempted to whitewash her role in the initial cover-up, and the subsequent years of lies coupled with deception on a grand scale.

We certainly are still to have TRUTH – the whole truth that is, and not this distortion of the guilty that still goes on, the protectionism of the few top brass lacking in integrity whilst intent on criminality, the full stop that has been placed on their crimes just before the point where they should be in a courtroom charged with manslaughter & fraud.

The 15th April should not however be about my rage – More so about remembering and honouring The 96 and those affected by their deaths.


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