September 12, 2012 1 Comment
I am of Scouse descent; the Ware-Lanes originated in the Liverpool of the nineteenth century. I am no Liverpool supporter; for perhaps perverse reasons I support Aston Villa and Southend United (and Millwall, if allowed a third team).
My wife and five children are Liverpool fans, as is my boss and many friends. Liverpool’s results are the second I look for (after the Villans) – I hope for their defeat. This is only for sporting reasons – I do recognise that they are a team with a great history.
I can vividly recall where I was when I heard about the Hillsborough tragedy. I remember a warm Spring Saturday afternoon, and I was refereeing at the John H Burrows Recreation ground in Hadleigh. Coming off after a match that had a 2pm kick-off I can remember some on the touchline listening to their radios, in obvious shock and horror at the unfolding news. The rest of the day was spent watching the TV with a mixture of disbelief and stupefaction. This came, it will be recalled, only a few years after Heysel and the Bradford City fire. The beautiful game, my game, had a dreadful eighties.
Today’s revelations are appalling; this is no hyperbole. I cannot imagine how it must feel to find out that a dead loved one could have been saved.
The Police did not have a good eighties. They had become the tool of the establishment and a times treated ordinary working people as the enemy. Times have changed, thank goodness. I only hope that the PCC elections do not start us back on the road to a politicised force.