Winning is one thing. How you go about it is quite another. Read the rest of this entry »
25 years on from such an awful tragedy and it still feels impossible to fully comprehend or articulate anything about the event. 96 people going to a football match and not returning is terrible enough. That they were failed by those who should have kept them safe, is worse. That the day would be followed by lies and cover-ups from those in authority is unbearable. I guess all we can hope now is that the families, friends and loved ones of those who died, along with those who survived that day, will finally see some sort of justice from the current independent inquest. And that hopefully that will bring them at least some degree of peace.
We must never forget.
…this documentary has been doing the rounds. Made in 1984, it is centred around that year’s League Cup Final – the first time Liverpool and Everton had met in a Wembley cup final. But it is about a lot more than the game. It is a fine document for illustrating how sport can genuinely bring meaning and joy to our lives. It is also a reminder of the rapidly fading link between football and the working classes. Thirty years on we have the same unemployment, the same feelings of isolation, the same rundown communities. But now you can’t even afford a ticket to the football.
An excellent documentary, and an excellent entry point to Ian Nairn – after watching this you’ll probably find yourself trawling YouTube for more original footage. Here was a man who fought against the destruction of old towns, yet did not consider himself a conservationist. A man who railed against the follies of town planners, but who could appreciate decent modern architecture. This programme also harks back to a time when TV could just be a passionate, articulate and informed person speaking to camera without any gimmicks, and could still be compelling and vital.
The other Sunday seemed to be the first proper warm day of the year. A day without coats and without regrets about not wearing coats. A day when you can sit indoors, but will feel the guilt creep over you as you see the sun outside, the weather you’ve been waiting for through those months of damp and cold and wind. You feel compelled to go out. Read the rest of this entry »