There are few times when I will allow the world of sport to cast its rays on to this, my personal site. Having said that, there are occasions when the world of sport casts a dark shadow over the lives of those who follow it with passion.

April 15, 1989, is a date etched deep into the psyche of anyone associated not only with the football club, but the City of Liverpool. Lest we forget, there were 2 sets of Merseyside footballing fans who left the city that morning, in search of FA Cup glory.

Nerves, optimism, dreams, enthusiasm – the mood that encapsulated a city on that sunny morning. Nobody could ever have envisaged the darkness and despair that would engulf its people some few hours later. The City of Liverpool would be changed for ever.

I have already alluded to the events of that Saturday afternoon, and I would hope that the essence of that post leaves little doubt as to my feelings about Hillsborough. A community came together as one on that day, and has fought with unity ever since.

The word which remains uppermost in the thoughts of the families affected by Hillsborough, and those who support the club, is justice. We have read full reports, interim reports, reports on reports, and vile newspaper reports.

The fact is that everyone, other than a vile national newspaper, knows the truth, yet nobody has ever made an admission, or been held accountable. Until this happens, the fight for justice will continue.

The landscape has changed over the years, so this country may never see Chief Superintendent Duckenfield take the stand, or ever appear in public. He told the Taylor Report that, “the consequences of that day will never leave me. Hillsborough will haunt David Duckenfield to his grave.”

I am afraid that this is simply not good enough, and for all of the amazing work of campaigners, the private prosecution route of 2000 was rarely likely to vindicate.

Until South Yorkshire Police, Sheffield Wednesday Football Club and The Football Association put up their hands and admit that between them, they provided the circumstances in which 96 of our brothers and sisters died, this fight will continue.

As for that newspaper … I would not send it to impoverished orphans as toilet roll, lest they be poisoned by it. I would much rather donate more and send them something untarnished by the stains of putrid lies and base immorality.

Tomorrow, as with every year, the people of Liverpool Football Club, and those of the entire city, will come together to remember and respect those 96 boys, girls, men and women, who left the city with dreams on that Saturday morning, but would never return alive.

If the imagery of that statement is stark and vivid, I make no apology for it is my intention. A community has never been given justice for the loss of 96 of its kin, and it has had to deal with the appalling lies of the authorities and national media. This is why the fight for justice may only be beginning.

JUSTICE FOR THE 96 – YOU NEVER WALK ALONE