I spent the day with grandchildren in Liverpool yesterday. There's a great little activity in the Museum of Liverpool in which children are encouraged to ask grandparents about their experiences of growing up. As I recalled, with some pride, growing up in Southampton I was struck time and again by the similarities between the City that I return to so that I can watch my sporting heroes, and the City I love so much after most of a lifetime living near or in it.
I believe that you should support a club that means something to you, and I have always been a very proud Saints fan, even during the doldrums. So while my Grandchildren were sporting their Stevie G shirts, the old man was wearing his Saints shirt. Yesterday there seemed to be even more Red shirts than ever, of course. But the "People's Club" Blue was also strongly evident. As ever, the Saints shirt drew comments as we queued for entry to various events. The difference was that no-one was talking football. The victory against City hardly merited a mention. Scousers are usually lively company and as we all enjoyed or endured those being paid to entertain our children in various locations they laughed and groaned and quipped as much as ever. But there was an inherent sadness about the place. It was hard to pin point it, but I realised this morning that not one Red had asked me when Lallana was going to sign for them (a common theme lately) and no Blue had expressed a view on Suarez. Football was not mentioned.
Losing someone at a football match is beyond comprehension. To do so and then have the authorities conspire to rob you of the truth makes this loss even harder to bear. My fervent hope is that when this anniversary comes around again, those 96 souls will be able to rest in peace. There must be Justice for the 96, and it must not be simply Liverpool fans who demand this.
I believe that you should support a club that means something to you, and I have always been a very proud Saints fan, even during the doldrums. So while my Grandchildren were sporting their Stevie G shirts, the old man was wearing his Saints shirt. Yesterday there seemed to be even more Red shirts than ever, of course. But the "People's Club" Blue was also strongly evident. As ever, the Saints shirt drew comments as we queued for entry to various events. The difference was that no-one was talking football. The victory against City hardly merited a mention. Scousers are usually lively company and as we all enjoyed or endured those being paid to entertain our children in various locations they laughed and groaned and quipped as much as ever. But there was an inherent sadness about the place. It was hard to pin point it, but I realised this morning that not one Red had asked me when Lallana was going to sign for them (a common theme lately) and no Blue had expressed a view on Suarez. Football was not mentioned.
Losing someone at a football match is beyond comprehension. To do so and then have the authorities conspire to rob you of the truth makes this loss even harder to bear. My fervent hope is that when this anniversary comes around again, those 96 souls will be able to rest in peace. There must be Justice for the 96, and it must not be simply Liverpool fans who demand this.