• The Scouse End
    What’s going on in the scouse end, as we all fix a hundred yard stare. There’s something going on in the scouse end, something doesn’t seem right down there. There are fans getting onto the pitch, don’t tell me that we’re under attack. And there is more and more getting out from the terraces, but […]
  • Give it Back
    The FA, UEFA and FIFA, to me all these authorities mean just the same. They are taking football out of our hands; it’s no longer the people’s game. Look at the World Cup in South Africa right now, rows and rows of empty seats. But that means very little to FIFA, as long as they […]
  • The Nightmare of Hillsbrough
    A tear drop drips from your eye, and onto your pillow it falls. You eventually drift into sleep, although another restless night calls. You awaken in the night, your brow soaked in beads of sweat. You were once fed a Hillsborough nightmare, one you’ve never been able to forget. You long to switch off your […]
  • Goodnight
    I’m writing this at almost midnight, though I thought I had nothing else to say. But these few words just came into my head just sort of come my way. Just want to say you’ll always be remembered, your flame will always burn bright. And before this day is through, I just wanted to say […]
  • Victims Without A Number
    They talk about the Hillsborough victims in numbers, ‘96’ is what they always quote. That’s the figure it says on all the banners, and all the poems that I’ve ever wrote. At the anniversary service each year, 96 is the amount of candles that they light. And it’s on behalf of ‘the 96,’ that we […]