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f*ckin joke that - probably some bright spark store manager who doesnt come from the area and have a clue about local issues

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wonder how much it would cost to replace the white seating that was the large reebok logo in the anny road end? adidas better pay for that or else!!

so far he has shown to be a very good signing by rafa. Lets hope the rumours of a buy back clause of £5m for valencia are untrue (not that we would want to sell him of course - he could be a major player for us in the next 8 years hopefully).

dont take this the wrong way paul, but why would you feeling cold be deemed as racist? sorry for sounding thick like

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I was emailed this poem by a work colleague who is also a fellow red. I have posted it here, so that we can all appreciate this deep and heartfelt piece of prose: NINETY-SIX SOULS: A SURVIVOR'S STORY Six minutes past three on that tragic day. The pain and the trauma won't go away. Crushed as I was in that terrible pen. Dead bodies around me; one as young as ten. I was big and strong, so I scrapped and I fought To save my own life; well that's what I thought. Because inside I'm dead and it cuts like a knife That ninety-six died and I have a life. I did what I had to; I had three kids you see. I couldn't die; it couldn't be me. If I had died that day I never would have seen My Ma's last seven years: My dear old queen. Ninety-six souls haunt my dreams. The nightmares won't stop; that's what it seems I wake up sweating, shivering and shouting out loud "There's ninety-six dead in that bloody crowd!" I feel anger, I feel hatred, I feel guilt, I feel shame. Ninety-six souls tell me I'm not to blame. So why do I wake up screaming and crying Seeing the faces of young people dying? Ninety-six souls come to meet me each night Taking me back to that terrible sight. "They're to blame: Duckenfield and Murray We'll get justice one day. We're in no hurry." I should have died that day: I know that's a fact. With the ninety-six souls I've made a pact. "When my days are up and my judgement awaits I'll meet you all in heaven at the Bill Shankly Gates."