My Dad is here today at Old Trafford . Been a Red all His life since '56 . My Dad was at Old Trafford on the night of this Heart Braking night ... Beautifully Sung Tracey
One cold and bitter Thursday in Munich, Germany, Eight great football stalwarts conceded victory, Eight men 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 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 too, with an injury to his brain, 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 Big Swifty, who we will 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
This was a great tragedy Our heart always with them And they are always with us And I see you are multis I am half Maltese my mother is multis 🙏🙏❤❤🇲🇹🇲🇹
Each and every day I think of the BABES.The day GOD got a football team not champions of Europe but the universe. Until I see them play again I can only dream.Dave Stretford Ended.
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WORDS THAT HAUNT ME.TEARS ARE IN MY EYES WHEN I LISTEN TO IT.LISTENING TO TRACEY MAKES ME PROUD TO BE RED AND REMEMBER MAN UTD NEVER DIE. !
My Dad is here today at Old Trafford . Been a Red all His life since '56 . My Dad was at Old Trafford on the night of this Heart Braking night ...
Beautifully Sung Tracey
we'll never die xxxxxx
One cold and bitter Thursday in Munich, Germany,
Eight great football stalwarts conceded victory,
Eight men 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 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 too, with an injury to his brain,
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 Big Swifty, who we will 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
This should be played to the players and fans before every game and at all levels of the club.
Man United since 1963 and remain so till I die, and maybe after as well.
This was a great tragedy Our heart always with them And they are always with us And I see you are multis I am half Maltese my mother is multis 🙏🙏❤❤🇲🇹🇲🇹
Each and every day I think of the BABES.The day GOD got a football team not champions of Europe but the universe. Until I see them play again I can only dream.Dave Stretford Ended.
They will be in my ❤ when I go to grave.Manchester utd
wonderful rendition in Munich today!
Very beautiful voice though. It compliment the event !
Thanks for the link Gary 😍🎶
United till i die
RIP
They would have been the greatest team ever.
Ale' Manchester united