There's plenty being said about the verdict in the Hillsborough inquest today but for me, most of the questions about it tend to come back to those cages, to the metal fencing that penned in the Liverpool supporters and fans of other clubs, in those days.
How could a crush at a football game have been so deadly? Because the people there were jammed into cages to watch their team play, and couldn't escape onto the pitch.
How was it possible for any kind of cover-up to take place, when the whole terrible thing had been captured on film? Why would the Sun print outrageous slanders against the victims of the disaster? Why were there so many people willing to believe those lies, and why are there still so many even today?
Because the people who died were the type of people that could be put into cages, without any real or material objections from anyone who could've put a stop to it.
The cages tell us a lot about the regard in which football supporters were held by the people responsible for their construction. And not only in big flashpoint games or high-risk matches between rivals, but every game, week-in, week-out. Ordinary men, women and children, the old and the young. People just like you or me, any one of us who has ever been to a football game.
The truth of Hillsborough, not least the absolute contempt for the public at the highest level of society that led directly to it, has been public knowledge since I was a kid. So why has it taken twenty seven years for some kind of justice to be done?
Why did the victims' relatives have to fight tooth-and-nail for the
result that they got today?
And I'd say, just look at the cages. That picture paints a thousand words.