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Paul.S
I remember it well - i was about 7 and my dad went - i remember playing outside and my mum coming running out crying and grabbing me and taking me home - i didn't have a ****ing clue what was going on she was in bits - my grandparents (dad's side) come rushing round - we just in silence watching the news and waiting for the phone too ring - horrible horrible wait - especially as people kept ringing to see if we had heard from my dad yet.
Eventually at some silly hour we got a call from my Dad - he was speechless, but he was ok and my godfather had escaped with some broken ribs as he managed to get on the pitch very early - He didn't say much - he cried for days, and wasn't the same for a while - and he very very rarely speaks of it, in fact only once i think he has talked to me about it - he was also at heysel, and can talk about what he witnessed that day without too much issue....but he can't mention hillsborough - it took him a while to recover, took him ages to go the game again and he still suffers in crowds and tight spaces.
The hardest thing for me to comprehend is how bad that day must have been.
Being young at the time my memories are vague and didn't really understand what had happpened - i knew something bad had happened, i remember my dad who all my life was solid as rock, turn into a wreck, and i remember going to anfield and laying flowers by the goal post and the atmosphere, standing in the background with all these flowers and scarfs and the place packed and silent.
I also remember seeing an everton scarf and that completley blew my mind
i own everton fans on the internet....that's what i do
Klopp on LFC vs MUFC (March 9th 2016) - "This is why I love football. This is why we watched it when we were young. I can still not have enough of it."
Always, keep your face to the sun, and shadows will fall behind you.
I remember it well - i was about 7 and my dad went - i remember playing outside and my mum coming running out crying and grabbing me and taking me home - i didn't have a ****ing clue what was going on she was in bits - my grandparents (dad's side) come rushing round - we just in silence watching the news and waiting for the phone too ring - horrible horrible wait - especially as people kept ringing to see if we had heard from my dad yet.
Eventually at some silly hour we got a call from my Dad - he was speechless, but he was ok and my godfather had escaped with some broken ribs as he managed to get on the pitch very early - He didn't say much - he cried for days, and wasn't the same for a while - and he very very rarely speaks of it, in fact only once i think he has talked to me about it - he was also at heysel, and can talk about what he witnessed that day without too much issue....but he can't mention hillsborough - it took him a while to recover, took him ages to go the game again and he still suffers in crowds and tight spaces.
The hardest thing for me to comprehend is how bad that day must have been.
Being young at the time my memories are vague and didn't really understand what had happpened - i knew something bad had happened, i remember my dad who all my life was solid as rock, turn into a wreck, and i remember going to anfield and laying flowers by the goal post and the atmosphere, standing in the background with all these flowers and scarfs and the place packed and silent.
I also remember seeing an everton scarf and that completley blew my mind
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