Flowers of Manchester
R.I.P. to all involved in crash both United and City. Frank Swift was a City legend. Most appearances list -
1 Alan Oakes 680
2 Joe Corrigan 603
3 Mike Doyle 570
4 Bert Trautman 545
5 FRANK SWIFT 511
6 Colin Bell 501
7= Billy Meredith 500
7= Eric Brook 500
Read a very good article today -
Good article. Good points. The memory of these lost players, and the outpouring of grief that came after the disaster has definitely played a huge part in shaping man utd and where they are now. I think they adopted black as a 3rd club colour because of this disaster. I hope that all minute silences go well. I certainly know there are still a lot of insults flying about this disaster.Leeds fans still call Utd. fans "Munichs" and make plane signs from the stands. Fairly sickening stuff.
Interesting read. There were also two excellent back-to-back half-hour documentaries on BBC Four this past Monday night. Don't know if anyone caught them but one of them will be repeated on Wednesday night at 10pm. It featured footage of the players which Sir Bobby Charlton had not seen before. Harry Gregg also gave his thoughts. It was a moving documentary and I'd urge anyone to catch it if they can.
Read that piece by TAClare before, a few times now - great piece.
Saw the documentaries on BBC4 Monday night too - both excellent program, wish they had been longer though.
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 Matt Busby lay there, the father of his team
Three long months passed by before he saw his team again.
The trainer, coach and secretary, and a member of the crew,
Also eight sporting journalists who with United flew,
and one of them was 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
Rest in Peace.
Good article. Shows that you can damned if you do and damned if don't. It also shows that a lot of the time it's in a players interest to look after their interests while at a club as you can so quickly and easily become surplus to requirements.
I somehow seriously doubt that they will.
i expect that this will be run off peacefully.
There will be a small few who will disresect it - but I expect it to go off relatively trouble free bar the odd whistle and yell.
It will at most of the matches but I'd be extremely surprised if it's completely respected at the England game. Sure haven't they given up on minute silences in favour minute applauses at games now do to idiots shouting and whistling during them.
UNITED they were... UNITED they stand...
The book mentioned in that article by Jeff Connor is an excellent read, I'd recommend it to anyone who loves the game.
The following is a poem by Manchester poet Mike Garry about the commemorations of the fiftieth anniversary of the disaster. The last verse is especially touching:
Sixty Seconds of Silence
Hold your tongue
Speak not ill of the dead
Find your own silence inside
Seeking only the truth
That boys in their prime perished that night
And the very heart of this city stopped beating
Scattered across a foreign field of powder white snow
News hissed through
Like the gas on a cooker whose flame had blown out
Freckled faced paperboys on Peter St and Piccadilly
Crying louder than they had ever cried before
Sons were lost
Mothers sisters and wives deep sighed
Dads and brothers died inside
And red and blue stood side by side by side
Because silence is so much louder than applause