The Flowers of Manchester

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The Flowers of Manchester
One cold and bitter Thursday in Munich, Germany,
Eight great football stalwarts conceded victory,
Eight men who will never play again who met destruction there,
The flowers of English football, the flowers of Manchester

Matt Busby's boys were flying, returning from Belgrade,
This great United family, all masters of their trade,
The Pilot of the aircraft, the skipper Captain Thain,
Three times they tried to take off and twice turned back again.

The third time down the runaway disaster followed close,
There was a slush upon that runaway and the aircraft never rose,
It ploughed into the marshy ground, it broke, it overturned.
And eight of the team were killed as the blazing wreckage burned.

Roger Byrne and Tommy Taylor who were capped for England's side.
And Ireland's Billy Whelan and England's Geoff Bent died,
Mark Jones and Eddie Colman, and David Pegg also,
They all lost their lives as it ploughed on through the snow.

Big Duncan he went to, with an injury to his frame,
And Ireland's brave Jack Blanchflower will never play again,
The great Sir Matt Busby lay there, the father of his team
Three long months passed by before he walked again.

The trainer, coach and secretary, and a member of the crew,
Also eight sporting journalists who with United flew,
and one of them Big Swifty, who we'll ne'er forget,
the finest English 'keeper that ever graced the net.

Oh, England's finest football team its record truly great,
its proud successes mocked by a cruel turn of fate.
Eight men will never play again, who met destruction there,
the flowers of English football, the flowers of Manchester

R.I.P.  :'( :'( :'(
Some people say they've seen angels,
I've seen United,
That's enough.


February 06, 2007, 12:01:56 pm #1 Last Edit: February 06, 2007, 12:03:06 pm by roadcrew
I remember it only too well Mick. I was walking home from school and saw our paper boy in tears. When I asked him what was wrong, without speaking and with tears still running down his face, he gave me a paper. I couldn't believe it when I read about the plane crash.

The TV and press coverage was nothing like as comprehensive as today so we had to wait as the latest news filtered through over the next few days.

I aim to grow old, bald, and fat gracefully


February 06, 2007, 17:54:16 pm #2 Last Edit: February 06, 2007, 17:56:45 pm by Lyth

My Dad - who used to watch The Babes - told a story similar to yours Peter.

He caught a bus from work and when he got home he couldn't understand why his Mum was so upset.

Then she showed him the newspaper. He broke down and cried.

Every year - right up to his passing away in 2004 - no matter where he was, he would stop just after 3.00 in the afternoon and pay his respects.

It's something that me and our kid still do.

Never forget...

"From the dark snows of Munich back in '58
I remember a team that once was so great
Their memory it still lingers on in my mind
So I'll follow United 'til the end of my time..."