"Andrew was my 3rd child, after having 2 daughters. He was born on 2nd April 1984. He was perfect, weighing 8lb. 3oz's. Blonde hair and blue eyes. A lovely present. He attended Florence Melly infants and junior school and later went on to Anfield comprehesive seniors.
He was a fanatical Everton supporter, although he had a lot of respect for other teams. I remember taking him to Anfield after the Hillsborough disaster, he insisted on putting his Everton scarf along with all the other tributes people had left. Even when he was on holiday, he would always manage to make friends with a kid from a different part of the country who would support another team. Manchester United, Arsenal, Chelsea. It didn't matter where they were from or the colour of their skin, that's just what type of lad he was.
He was the type of son any mother would have been proud of. I am not saying he was an angel, but I can honestly say that he never gave me anything to worry about, until the night he was unprovokingly attacked. He was the type of person who would rather talk his way out of trouble rather than fight. He never had a single enemy in all of his short life.
He had many interests in life, besides his football, he would always take a pride in himself, with his weight training, swimming and many other hobbies, That's when he had time to fit them in after being to work all day. There were never enough hours in the day.
Andrew had many friends, lads and girls, it is still so strange that there are no more knocks on the door or any more phone calls for him. My life will never be the same again without him."