27 years on and the curtain of lies is ripped to shreds as jury blames police for all 96 deaths at Hillsborough

April 15 1989 started off, for me, with a leisurely drive from London northwards on the M1 motorway to the midlands city of Coventry. There, on that day, my second oldest nephew as well as being my only godson, was marrying his fiancée in the city’s cathedral. After leaving the reception my then wife and …

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