WAKING up on the first morning after the truth has finally been recognised, it would be easy to talk about the front pages of today’s editions of The Times and The S*n. It would be easy to talk about their final parting shot at the 96. But please don’t. Not today....
THROUGHOUT my childhood Hillsborough was always there — like a nettle bush prickling at my consciousness in a field of many feelings. I was five years old in April 1989. I can’t remember the afternoon of the 15th at all, the terrible events. Strangely, I...
IT’S an enormous day. A momentous one, and one for which I, and many of us, were not prepared. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like. I pictured celebrations in city squares, hugging strangers and downing pint after pint after pint as those responsible,...
By Amy Lawrence WALKING up Wembley way, en route to an FA Cup semi-final in an all-seater stadium for an all-ticket match, it was impossible not to take a moment to look back. What have you done in the last 25 years? I left school, got a degree, landed a series of...
I wrote this in The Times in 2009. A lot of people will not have seen it. I’m not sure I can say anything to add to it. Nothing has changed since I wrote it. I still go back there, too often. God knows what the people who really suffered go through. THE last time I...
IT’S now over 22 years since that sunny spring day when many made a hopeful trip over the Pennines to Sheffield and far too many never returned. In that time there have been many false hopes and wrong turns in the quest for justice. The despair at the newspaper...
