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...

LFC Glamsters

Believe this or believe this not: LFC fans have been known to wear make-up. "Nothing unusual about that," you might think, "loads of women...

Having A Go

A poem about life in the 70's for a Liverpool fan, by Peter Etherington... Late sixties - early seventies you had to be tough. Give...

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...

Liverbird Upon My Chest

Relative of mine. Good decent person. From the same working class stock as myself. Has done well and lived the past twenty years or so...

It’s Only Bob Paisley

Just before Christmas I was doing one of my unpaid weekend taxi stints, hawking my daughter Caz and some of her friends to one...

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...

The Red And The Green

Dilemmas? Awful things aren't they? Especially for a young Catholic kid growing up in Liverpool in the sixties. As if life isn't troublesome enough,...

The One And Only Billy Liddell

Sir William Liddell - to bestow upon him a title he more than earned - WAS Liverpool Football Club. He was its spirit. He...

A Red Odyssey

All five of us for two and six Watched Billy Liddell get his kicks And Albert Stubbins on the ball Awaiting Sergeant Pepper's call We...