Where were you when the disaster at Hillsborough happened?

Your thoughts, memories and experiences about Hillsborough are wanted here please.










They say that everyone knows where they were when Kennedy and Lennon were killed. I’d hazard a guess that everyone old enough will remember where they were, and what they were doing when the Hillsborough disaster unfolded live on the BBC as well.

This page is for your memories, you recollections, emotions and thoughts.

I want this blog and the subsequent  documentary to be available to your grand-children’s, grand-children, so the more you can give first hand now, the less speculation will happen by future generations.

Thank you.

11 thoughts on “Where were you when the disaster at Hillsborough happened?

  1. I was 18, in the stands above Leppings with my brother and a mate. Both 17. Like a lot of people, thought there was crowd trouble. Its a bit hazy, even now, but I remember Brucey for some reason, pointing at the pens. We couldn’t see them where we were. Then I realised it was just our lads on the pitch. Hands over their faces in horror. Then the make shift stretchers. I told my brother and mate not to move from their seats and tried to find out what was going. The horror hit me as a steward said to me ‘you can’t help son’. He was a nice bloke trying to help. I could see people on the front row reaching down to the pens. Bodies on the pitch. Silent bodies. Legged it back to find my brother and mate. Thankfully still in the seats. There was a girl, 15 maybe, sat alone crying about 2 rows behind. I went over and her uncle had gone looking for her brother. I sat with her, till her uncle came back to say her brother was fine. I remember Kenny saying a few words but to this day, have no idea what he said. Left the ground and I swear I seen covered bodies behind the stand. I’ve been told there wasn’t but I swear I seen them. As we left the ground, there were people on their doorsteps asking if we wanted a cuppa or use the phone. Lovely people who I wish I’d thanked. Got on the coach and the radio was on. That’s when it sort of sunk in. The figures just kept getting higher. No mobiles then, queuing outside a service station to ring Mum and Dad. She was sobbing and put my Dad on. I didn’t know what to say. To this day, I still don’t.

  2. I was at home in Anfield, my father(I was 12 at the time) had tickets for the Leppings Lane but due to my fear of standing at football matches due to a incident on the Kop as a child a refused and said thanks but would only attend if we could sit, how lucky.

    I was in the dining room listening to the radio, very excited another semi-final for the reds, confident we would win not only the semi-final, the competition again, even more so with the impeding return of inspirational skipper Alan Hansen,

    All was fine then all of a sudden the reporter who I think was Graham Beecroft started to report sadly things were going wrong, I immediately ran upstairs to my father who was listening in his bedroom and in my naivety said “there at it again” thinking so wrongly and being only 12 without knowing the full truth of Heysel(of which we were scapegoats and only partly to blame) linked the impending horrors to Heysel, obviously I couldn’t have been more wrong.

    It was then my father said “no its much worse” or words to that effect, we then went put on the TV, Grandstand, it was then the whole horrible harrowing truth unfolded, so heartbreaking, I think we were just numb, total disbelief and shockingly the death toll just kept rising, and of course the false untrue reports started filtering through via SYP blaming our supporters.

    The next few days were terrible, so emotional and of making things so so much worse for the victims, families and survivors, indeed all connected with the disaster, the second disaster began when the shocking cover-up began, the scurrilous vicious sick lies started, when humanity need it most, it was being kicked while it was down, sickening.

    I can only admire the courage, dignity and spirit of the familys, survivors, campaigners who have fought this despicable cover-up and injustice for 23 tireless years, I hope in some small part I have helped.

    I cannot begin to imaging what those directly effect by this terrible avoidable tragedy feel and have felt over the last 23 years but from a distance I have always and always will have as sense of guilt and sheer luck, I too have felt the sickness, sadness and outrage of the last 23 years and hopefully, finally in September 2012 The Truth will come out, the cover-up will be no more and Justice will finally prevail, something I never dreamt would ever get anywhere near close to in my lifetime.


  3. I was At villa park experiencing the strangest atmosphere in the holt end, scared being a 14 year old lad on one of my first away days with my mates listening to news filter through by word of mouth. JFT96

  4. I was 10 years old when the tragedy happened. I was sat round my nans in the front room watching the tv, i think we had BBC Grandstand on, when they went to the match for an update and said there was trouble and my nan & mum turned round & said it was hooligans again, then we heard the report and from then on that day after watching news buiilten during the evening the story unfolded with the reported dead numbers still rising. Days after all we had to rely on was tv, radio and newspapers. JFT96

  5. I was home from Uni for the Easter Hols & too skint to go back for the start of term I was working in a bar in Exmouth & put the telly on reluctantly for the LFC fans! Everyone incredulous at first (usual crowd trouble banter) then distraught then furious at events & own helplessness. I’m still amazed & angry to this day that people could carry on filming & not help. I swapped a career in environmental science for the NHS & major incident/critical care transfers: in a small way due to this & other events of that 12months.

  6. The day was memorable for me in lots of ways the first being that the Saturday was when my wife came out of hospital with my first child – Jessica. My wife’s mum and step dad had come over to look after her knowing that I was off to the game. Little did any of us know how the events of the day would unfold.

    Although a scouser I lived in Leeds and meant my mate Kev another exile, to begin our trip to the game. From what I can recall it was a nice sunny day and surprisingly easy to get to the game and park up. We set off reasonably early as we thought it might have been busy on the roads. We arrived in plenty of time, I don’t drink when I go to the game as I’m always driving. We were in the stand to the left of the Leppings Lane end as you look on to the pitch but we had to go in at that end. We were reasonably early but the chaos was evident when we got there. Too many fans forced into too small an area and the crush outside was mad. The policing was shambolic and we managed to get to our turnstiles and into the ground. I can still remember me and Kev were so relieved to get in and worried that people were going to get crushed outside. Little did we know that we were the lucky ones and the worst was yet to come. Of the game I can remember only what I’ve now seen on TV. My abiding memory is of the bodies on the pitch, mixed with the heroics of the fans and the incompetence, bewilderment and awful behaviour of the police.

    Eventually, like everyone else we slowly left the ground getting bits of information about the extent of the disaster. When I got back to my car, I could use my car phone( it wasn’t a time when people had mobiles) to contact home to say I was ok. To my amazement my wife was totally unaware of what had gone on. Her mother had seen the horror on TV and had decided not to tell my wife what was going on and turned off the TV so she wouldn’t panic as there was no way to contact me

    Later I visited Anfield to see all the flowers and scarves with my mum. My dad had been a Liverpool fan all his life and sadly in her life, this was the only time she ever got to see inside Anfield.

    Now my daughter is 23 and I have two boys and all of them LFC fans. I was one of the lucky ones who came back. It should never have happened and the truth has taken too long to come out


  7. I was 17 at the time, it was a month before my 18th birthday. I was there as a member of the St John Ambulance. I was stationed in the corner to the left of the Leppings Lane stand as you look at it. I remember seeing Police gathering along the front of the pens and wondered there’d was some trouble. A colleague went to see what was happening, I think he came back and said we needed to help. I went towards the pens and could see people pressed up against the mesh, it was making dents in their faces and bodies. One man was unconscious with his head forward, clearly cyanosed, his glasses had fallen onto his chest but no one could move to help. I ran across the bottom of the pitch to a Police man asking for wire cutters to help free people but he had none so i carried on up to the first aid room near the sports hall. I met our patrol leader who was on her way down to find a patient radio’d through to them and babbled about the wire cutters. She thought I was over reacting as had no idea what was happening and walked back down towards the pitch with me, by this time the full horror was unfolding. I went back onto the pitch to help where I could attempting to resuscitate some fans. I remember having to make the decision that we could do no more for someone so that we could move on to try and help someone else. That decision gave me nightmares for months, but at the time I felt I had no choice as there was clearly no hope.
    I was photographed with a patient which became a front page picture the next day. I remember seeing bodies being carried on boards off the pitch, relatives with deceased fans hysterical and many many people, trying to help. One guy was looking for his friend who I later found out had died. I discoveered the next day that the colleague had climbed the fence into the pens to help and kept telling fans to keep their heads back, he had to walk on people’s shoulders to get through the crowd but probably saved many lives by telling people how to maintain a patent airway.
    The next day I went with friends to lay flowers at the grounds and went to the anniversary in Anfield a year later.

  8. Unfortunately I was in Pen 4 but escaped with relatively minor injuries after finding myself in big trouble
    RIP the 96 around me who weren’t so lucky 😦

  9. I remember 15/04/89 well. I’m a Peterborough United supporter, and we were at home to Wrexham. Such was the pull of the Liverpool v Forest match, I was actually offered a ticket in the pub the night before (in hindsight, does that tell its own story?) but couldn’t go as i was working. 4 of my mates went, all came back – but it’s not about me. We didn’t get to hear anything about the problems at Hillsborough until just before half time. The one bit, on a personal note, that I’ll not forget is standing on the old side terrace at Peterborough, talking to a mate. We commented on how shoddy the ground looked, and that it should have fences put up down both sides to match those in place at either end. Just an hour or so later we realised how ironic our words had been.

    One of my mates who returned from the game that night is a Scouser, exiled with us at the time but now back up North. I remember him having to be held back as somebody in the pub made a comment along the lines of ‘typical bloody Scousers’. Just the sort of person willing to lap up the lies of The Sun and the police.

    The following Friday, Peterborough were at Stockport. We went to the game and stopped at Leppings Lane to lay a scarf. We came back and stayed in Sheffield, as we have some friends who follow Sheff United. On the Saturday we went to their game. I remember every pub having buckets to collect for the victims and their families. Their game kicked off at 3.06, and was preceded by the whole ground singing You’ll Never Walk Alone. Real football fans of the time have known the truth since day one.

  10. Being a Liverpool fan since i was about 8, i was gutted when i couldnt get tickets to the match. Dont get me wrong, i was 23 years old and for most of the matches i attended, i got tickets through friends or would travel up to Anfield and try to get one in the local pubs etc, but it was really difficult to get tickets to the away games, and very often had to just stay at home and watch the game on the tv, just as i did on the 15th April.
    I started watching the match feeling proud because we were in the semi final, but within minutes those feelings changed.
    No-one wants to see anyone hurt at a game, and particularly not your own fans, but when it became apparent what had happened, it was devestating, but then i saw the Liverpool fans taking control of the situation (not the emergencey services). Dragging people up to the tier above, and using the advertising hoardings as makeshift stretchers.
    The rest as we say is history. A history full of cover ups, lies, and of families, relatives and supporters crying out for justice.
    I go to Anfield every April 15th and i sit and watch the candles being lit as the names of our fellow supporters are read out, and i wonder why with so much evidence around has it taken this long for someone to listen.
    Those 96 didn’t deserve what happened, and the families didn’t deserve what they have had to endure, but this fight will go on, and so it should, because they all deserve justice, and i know that every single Liverpool supporter is behind them. YNWA

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