Hillsborough
It's one that feels close to home,even though we didn't live anywhere near it
I grew up in a big city and my aunt,uncle (who is a snobby arsehole,think an arsehole version of hyacinth bucket) and cousin lived in a village just outside it
Anyway,about 10 days before Hillsborough,we where walking to school when my brother suddenly says 'mum,that's uncle dickheads car'
'Don't be daft'
'I'm telling you,that is uncle dickheads car'
My mother got home and rang aunt who says that uncle dickheads car had been stolen in the night-it had been dumped in a tiny side street just off our street (it was sheer luck that it had been dumped there and that bro saw it)
Police called,uncle dickhead gets his car back undamaged and said that as a thank you,he'll take brother to a footie match that was happening in a few days
(I was slightly pissed off as it was my birthday that day but it didn't matter too much as I wasn't having my party for another few days)
The day before,my mother phones uncle dickhead who denies ever saying anything about a football match,he hated football and wouldn't be seen dead anywhere near a pitch as football was 'way too common' he wasn't taking bro anywhere and put the phone down on her
My mother was fuming-ive never seen her so angry,bro was upset but not that bothered as he wasn't a massive fan of football but had wanted to go for the experience
I remember walking into the living room the next day and found my mother glued to the tv,sobbing her eyes out
Hillsborough was the match uncle dickhead was planning to take bro
(I stand by the fact that if uncle dickhead had taken bro,the first sign of any issues,he would have been 'all men for himself',as he is a selfish prat and bro would have been left to fend for himself,thankfully my aunt saw the light and left him in the end)
The gods where smiling on bro that day (or at least the day before)
Rip to all that died that day