Thoughts on Hillsborough

Watching the truth about Hillsborough finally come out today was at times gut wrenching. The story may be known well by now, but that didn’t stop the revelations shocking, nor the sense of shame that it has taken 23 years to get to a point where the incompetence that led to 96 deaths was finally laid bare and that those 96 finally had their names cleared.

I was a bit too young to understand what Hillsborough was at the time although I remember well the coverage of the death of (check) several years later and finally realising the extent of the horrors of that day. And it made a lot of sense that my mother, in 1990, was horrified at the idea of me attending a football match.

And now we cut to our man on the computer…

I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve read an article proclaiming the death of blogging, for reasons too numerous to mention. But while the independent blogging arena is constantly in a state of flux as it defines itself (mixing Heraclitus and Sartre, if you will), these last couple of weeks have shown how vital and how vibrant blogging can be when applied by the mainstream media.

Hillsborough

You don’t have to be a Liverpool fan to be shocked and saddened by what happened in Sheffield twenty years ago. It’s also probably not an outlandish statement to say the disaster went some way to shape the game as we know it today.

Over at Soccerlens, the column looks back at the events of that day and tries to put it in some form of context.