Blue Til Death
Well-Known Member
I was 25
I was in a meeting in Sheffield that day. We were traveling home on Worrall Road, looking down at Hillsborough, watching the chaos, with the story unfolding on BBC Radio. We traveled back to Manchester in a stunned silence.I was studying in Sheffield at the time and caught the train back there afterwards to be met by a chaotic city full of police, tv crews and football supporters wandering round in a daze