[West Ender]

It's a bit like "where were you when JFK was shot?" for me.

I was 15, it was evening and I was doing my homework. My eldest brother (football fan, amateur footballer) was 24, not yet married and still living at home. He came home from work, opened the door of the room I was in and, when I looked at him, he looked almost in tears. He said, in an almost unbelievibg voice, "There's been a plane crash and most of Manchester United are dead."

I don't remember the rest of the evening but that few minutes will always stay with me. So sad, so much young life wasted.