Wednesday, August 15, 2018

That Lad

A poem about the horrors of Hillsborough. April fifteenth, nineteen-eighty-nine. Semi-final day, the weather was fine. Set off for Hillsborough in our mini-bus. Laughing and...

Memories Of Anfield

By John Duggan As we got the bus I could sense the atmosphere building up as the scouse accents around me and the red and...

Ninety Six Souls – A Survivor’s Story

Six minutes past three on that tragic day. The pain and the trauma won't go away. Crushed as I was in that terrible pen. Dead bodies around...

Anfield: Let It Be

By Braces and Boots (aka Dave Kirby) Also the most saddest moments evolve around it to take it away from where it stands now would...

Sir Roger Hunt (An Appreciation)

Advancing years has its advantages, not many I grant you and these tend to be outweighed by dribbling senility and incontinence. One however is...

Smokin’ Joe

This is my tribute to one of the most down to earth, easy going, coaching genius’s that our club has ever had, R.I.P. Joe...

The Occasion

By Finton Bell But it was the 10th anniversary of the disaster at Hillsborough, fans from all over flocked to Anfield to remember, protest, and...

August 30th 1953

The following article is the preface to Peter Etherington's book One Boy And His Kop. 29th August 1953: Bootle Hospital Maternity Ward: 7:30 p.m. "Yer...

Bob Paisley: Jane’s Story

Caz had told me several times in the weeks leading up to Christmas about how big a Liverpool fan her dad was. He’d even...

My Istanbul Story

Reds of my generation, or more precisely my age, have a curious relationship with the European Cup. In 1977 watching the Reds was a...