On the 15th of April 1989, I was lying in a hospital bed in Sheffield, recovering from Meningitis and Encephalitis which had almost killed me a fortnight earlier. There’s not really a lot I remember from those few weeks, but the thing that still stands out for me about that afternoon was the incessant sound of ambulance sirens outside, and the way that the nurses and medical staff on the ward all stayed and worked an extra shift so their replacements could go and be part of the team working with the victims of the Hillsborough disaster.
For those not in Blighty for whom the words “Hillsborough” won’t mean anything, here’s a great reminder from the drama-documentary made seven years later. A warning though – it’s not the most pleasant of viewing.
This is the pre-match stuff from this weekend’s fixture at Anfield.