The following poem was written by Brian Nash for the WNWA walk from Hillsborough to Anfield. The group consisted of supporters, survivors and family members and was organised by Steve Kelly and Cherie Brewster.

 

Why do I cry?

Nobody I knew died.

My old man was there

Some good friends were there

But they came home alive.

My Dad had almost given up

Couldn’t get near the gate

But a crush and then a sway and

“Ee are, get in here mate”

Did that random act of kindness decide his fate?