Taken from a beeb blog on Hillsborough:
"A kid in my class at school (we were 7 at the time) lost his dad in the disaster, and couldn't watch Liverpool for a long time afterwards. He became a temporary Sheffield Wednesday fan in a kind of tribute to the place where his dad passed away, but soon returned to Anfield as the kind of supporter we all want to be; fanatical, passionate, appreciative of the beautiful game. The other was a family friend, who in a show of what was intended as loving generosity gave his ticket to his teenage nephew who'd never been to a game of that magnitude and who also, tragically, became one of the 96. The guy has still not forgiven himself and has since turned to God to try to explain the horror and guilt he must go through on a daily basis"
I followed football up and down the country back in '89, and getting back home around 6pm , I sat in total silence for the rest of the evening watching TV - footballs equivalent of 9/11
My thoughts to all those who lost family & friends that very sad day!
O, and Kelvin McKenzie - hang your head in shame!