#ynwa.

This time last year, I was in Liverpool to see One Republic in concert. On the Sunday, we visited the Hillsborough memorial outside Anfield. I can honestly say that being there, seeing the shirts, the scarves, the messages and the flame was one of the most emotional experiences I've had. Throughout my entire life, I've been aware of the tragic disaster and the effect it had. So clear are my memories of seeing my uncle, a grown man, crying whilst watching the annual memorial service. I can't begin to think of the sheer terror in that stadium 22 years ago. Twenty-two years; It's nothing. Whilst in Liverpool last year, I couldn't bring myself to do two things. First, I simply could not take a photo. There I stood, in shock and overcome with emotion, unable to move and capture the image of unity where football fans, families and human beings paid their respects to the 96. Second, I remember being unable to speak. For over an hour in the car I sat in silence, unable to speak or do anything other than hold in tears. To think that 96 people - fathers, sons, daughters, mothers, husbands, wives - lost their lives in one day in a stadium in Sheffield, twenty one years ago to that same day.. I will never comprehend. If there's one thing that we take away from the disaster, it is that it brought together football fans from every corner of the globe. When remembering Hillsborough, there are no blues, no reds, no mancs, no anyone else; We remember and we mourn together. Today, as I sit here overcome with emotion yet again, I hope we never forget. Always I will support and long for Justice for the 96; You'll Never Walk Alone.

I just want Ashton Kutcher to come out and say "You just got PUNK'D"