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 Long gone, but never, ever forgotten. Forever in our hearts. ONE LOVE
Hello! Hello! We are the Busby Boys! Hello! Hello! Hello! We are the Busby Boys! UNITED! UNITED! UNITED! R.I.P Never Forgotten
"To an Athlete Dying Young" -- A.E. Housman The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high. To-day, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring you home, And set you at your threshold down, Townsman of a stiller town. Smart lad, to slip betimes away From fields were glory does not stay And early though the laurel grows It withers quicker than the rose. Eyes the shady night has shut Cannot see the record cut, And silence sounds no worse than cheers After earth has stopped the ears: Now you will not swell the rout Of lads that wore their honours out, Runners whom renown outran And the name died before the man. So set, before its echoes fade, The fleet foot on the sill of shade, And hold to the low lintel up The still-defended challenge-cup. And round that early-laurelled head Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead, And find unwithered on its curls The garland briefer than a girl's.
United's flag is deepest red It shrouded all our Munich dead Before their limbs grew stiff and cold Their heart's blood dyed it's every fold Then raise United's banner high Beneath its shade we'll live and die So keep the faith and never fear We'll keep the Red Flag flying here We'll never die, we'll never die We'll never die, we'll never die We'll keep the Red Flag flying high Cause Man United will never die
RIP... just imagine what sort of team we would have had in the 60s with edwards, law, best, charlton ....
THEY WERE OUR HEROES (THE LEGEND OF THE BABES) They were our heroes, they never grew old; That's why their story, will forever be told; Young boys and young men, who just lived for the game; Their banner was football, and Manchester United's proud name. They grew up together, were Matt's only dream; Forged by their youth, they were England's best team; Working class lads, from towns far and near; Who created the legend, that is now held so dear. They were Matt's creation, far ahead of their time; Young boys that were gifted, played football sublime; All friends together, full of joy, laughter, and fun; But when Saturday came, how they got their job done. They won Youth Cups galore, Reserve trophies too; Rewards in the years, before they broke through; One by one they appeared, and cemented a place; Realising Matt's dreams, in the Championship Race. They had no fears, for they knew they were best; They never worried, from where came the test; Be it Arsenal in London, even Red Star Belgrade; These kids were the Champions, and Manchester made. Roger Byrne was the Captain, a man of great pride; A leader unquestioned, in charge of Matt's side. Ray Wood was a 'keeper, assured and agile; This quiet young Geordie, kept goal with great style. Bill Foulkes from St. Helens, who had worked down the pit; At full back, he was tough, uncompromising, so full of grit. Eddie Colman from Salford, was nicknamed 'snake-hips' His body-swerve always, brought gasps from our lips! Mark Jones from Barnsley, born of true Yorkshire stock; A centre half, steadfast, solid, just like a rock! Duncan Edwards from Dudley, was the greatest of all; This giant of a boy, lived to play the game of football. Johnny Berry from Farnborough, a winger so small; Left full-backs perplexed with his skills on the ball. Liam Whelan from Dublin, was the old inside right; The man that was needed, when things got so tight Tommy Taylor from Barnsley, smiled when he scored; Old Trafford or Wembley, how those crowds roared; Denis Viollet from Manchester, who scored so many goals; A schemer so versatile, played in so many roles. David Pegg was from Doncaster, but oh! Could he play Just like his young mates, in United's great way. Bob Charlton from Ashington, had a cannonball shot; The scribes and the fans said, 'this kid's got the lot!? Jackie Blanchflower from Belfast, was the manager's dream; He could play anywhere, in that famous young team. Albert Scanlon from Manchester, a young winger with grace; With great skills on the ball, and a whole lot of pace. Kenny Morgans the Welshman, another winger of note; A great future ahead, so all the scribes wrote. Geoff Bent was a full back, in Salford was bred; A Reserve ever ready, for his team that wore Red. Harry Gregg was a 'keeper, last to join the young Babes; From Ireland he came, and had earned the fans raves. The team was complete, the hard work had been done; The challenge before them, three trophies to be won. These were the players, so young, so renowned; Their football brought crowds, into cities and towns. The way the 'Babes' played, was full of pride, skill, and passion; And oh! how fans loved, this new football fashion. Into Europe they traveled, with a fine reputation; Encouraged by all, they were pride of our Nation. Carrying all of our hopes, and with them our dreams; With never a fear, against Europe's great teams. First came Anderlecht, Dortmund, then Bilbao from Spain; These teams were dispatched, in the sunshine and rain. Wherever the 'Babes' played, they drew great admiration; From the fans of the clubs, within each foreign nation. Real Madrid were the Champions, a team full of class; Providing the next test, that the 'Babes' had to pass. They narrowly failed, in two hard fought games; But Europe now knew, our young team, and their names. In '57, League Champions again, F.A. Cup Finalists as well; That season had ended, but we all could tell; How they longed for the next season , so that they could appear; In this great European competition, in another new year. First came Shamrock from Ireland, they were no match for this team; And next the 'Babes' ended, Czech Dukla's European dream. From Belgrade came Red Star, and on a damp foggy night; Our team of young 'Babes' showed how they could fight. At Old Trafford, 2-1 was the score, and the job was half done; This Quarter Final tie, still had to be won. To win that Gold Cup, was Matt's Holy Grail; And the 'Babes' were so confident, this year wouldn't fail. They left for Belgrade, full of happiness and smiles; As the plane flew across Europe, and thousands of miles. With the press lads on board, they were all so United; On the day of the match, so calm, but excited. In no time at all, three goals had been scored; Silencing the crowd, and their Slavic roars. All to United, they were three of the best; And once more the 'Babes' had stood up to the test. Red Star came on strong, and made it a game; With the help of the Ref, they were back in the frame. Some amazing decisions, the 'Babes' stayed cool; A draw, 3-3 at the end, of this great footballing duel. The Slavs were first, to offer their congratulations; More friends had been made, in one of Europe's footballing nations. The 'Babes' had earned, their plaudits and cheers; That night they celebrated, with a few well earned beers. The following morning, they were homeward bound; Their laughter, and banter, such a happy sound. Belgrade to Munich, was the first part of their trip; But as Germany approached, the temperature dipped. At Munich they stopped, and the weather was bad; Snow fell from the skies, but no one seemed sad. Still full of banter, jokes, wisecracks, retorts; This stop allowed Pressmen, to file some reports. The call came to board, and out they did go; From the warmth of the Terminal, and into the snow. Through the doors of the aircraft, and into their places; Players, officials, passengers, all happy faces. The engines were started, by the good Captain Thain Out to the runway, went the plane once again. The Tower gave clearance, and the wheels started turning; Through ice, snow, and slush, the aircraft was churning. Way down the runway, the brakes were applied; Screeching, and scraping, apprehension inside. The plane taxied round, and there was lots of emotion; Inside of that aircraft, but never commotion. Once more the good Captain, taxied round to the runway; The snow was still falling, and the skies were still gray. Golf-Alpha Zulu, called for clearance once more; It moved, gathered speed, as its engines did roar. Once more the take-off, had to be aborted; Thick slush on the runway, the Captain reported. So back to the Terminal , and our heroes deplaned; The reason for delay, to them never explained. The banter had stopped, there was now apprehension; The Terminal filled, it was now full of tension. Not many spoke, there was expression of fears; Nervousness, anxiety, betraying their young years. All too quickly, they were called once again; Slowly they filed out, to board that old plane. They went into their seats, with seat belts strapped on; One man was missing, Alf Clarke from the Chron. Across the tarmac, Alf jogged on his feet; Into the aircraft, he took the last seat. The doors were closed, they were Manchester bound; Inside that plane, no one uttered a sound. The aircraft moved off, through the slush, and the snow; To the runway, lined up, given clearance to go. Brakes released, gathering speed, started trying; To leave Munich ground, and once more start flying. Inside they were frightened, yet nobody spoke; Except Liam Whelan, a religious type bloke. 'If this is death, then I'm ready to die' Were the last words that Liam, was ever to cry. Down the runway it sped, trying to pick up the pace; That would give it the lift, for their journey to face. Onward, and onward, there could be no return; It crashed through a fence, hit a house, started to burn. Seven heroes died, in a few minutes of time; We were never to see them, play in their prime. Big Dunc battled on, he fought the great fight; 15 days later, it was lost, he passed away in the night. Walter the Secretary, Bert and Tom, the loved Coaches; All three lost their lives, on the Munich approaches. Loved by their 'Babes' and by all the fans too; Great servants of United, and Red, through, and through. Eight journalists also, joined our heroes at rest; Including Big Swifty, who was one of the best. Tom, and Alf, from the locals, Eric, George, Archie, and Don; Dear Henry as well, they, just like the 'Babes' in seconds were gone. They had all set out, on a cold Monday morning; They never returned, and it left us all mourning. The dark days that followed, were gloomy and black; Our heroes were lost, they were not coming back. For those of us who saw them, it's ne'er been the same; Wonderful memories live on, but then so does the pain. They were ordinary young men, and we had shared in their dream; To us, they were our heroes, and were our favourite team. The 'Babes' were true Champions, for just two short years; They played in Matt's way, total football, no fears. The Nation loved them, because they had brought them such joys; Entertaining, graceful, gifted, skillful, but most of them boys. 49 years have now passed, since that sad fateful day; When those heroes were lost, in such a harsh, cruel, way. Their memories enshrined, will forever be cherished; We never forget why it was, that these young heroes perished. They were our heroes, they never grew old That's why their story will forever be told Young boys and young men who just lived for the game Their banner was football, and Manchester United's great name! The Red Flag United's Flag is deepest Red It shrouded all our Munich dead Before their limbs grew stiff and cold Their hearts blood dyed it's every fold Then raise United's banner high Beneath it's shade we'll live and die So keep the faith and never fear We'll keep the Red Flag flying here WE'LL NEVER DIE, WE'LL NEVER DIE WE'LL NEVER DIE, WE'LL NEVER DIE WE'LL KEEP THE RED FLAG FLYING HIGH ?COS MAN UNITED WILL NEVER DIE. Sleep on in peace dear "Babes" you will never ever be forgotten.
Everyone please take 5 minutes and read the 1st story on www.rednews.co.uk ..I am pretty sure it’s written by Tom Clare — It’s puts everything into perspective ..Please, Please read it
Brilliant article, thanks for the link. Can't imagine what it must have been like, for both the fans and the players/staff directly involved in the crash. But the club made it, with support from their own people and others. The statement by the Liverpool chairman was especially poignant. A sad story, but something that should never be forgotten.
Never forget what they stood for. Never forget what they meant to the history of a great club. Never forget what they meant to the community of Manchester. The club not only recovered after tragedy, but pulled together to become bigger and more successful then before. That spirit is embodied in each soul who lost their own battle that night. Every United shirt pulled on afterwards would contain just a bit of that very spirit. Never give up, no matter how desperate. Forever in our hearts.
I read it last year ..and it gave me chills while reading and i still get chills after reading it, It's one of the best writes up i have ever read about United ...I can't put into words what the babes stand for.
Today is the day that we remember the legends and soldiers that were the busby babes. They were not boys who simply strapped on football boots and kicked a ball around a field, they were so much more than that. What they stood for at the time is something nobody can quite capture. They made Manchester United what it is today with their spirit, heart, and passion. When they stepped out onto the pitch they did it for Manchester, its fans and its history and were nothing short of brilliant. They are and will forever be Manchester United Football Club. The Busby Babes, gone but never ever forgotten. Rest In Peace young Princes of Manchester. We'll never die, we'll never die We'll never die, we'll never die We'll keep the red flag flying high 'Cos Man United will never die
Geoff Bent Roger Byrne Eddie Colman Duncan Edwards Mark Jones David Pegg Tommy Taylor Liam Whelan Walter Crickmer Bert Whalley Tom Curry Alf Clarke Don Davies George Follows Tom Jackson Archie Ledbrooke Henry Rose Eric Thompson Frank Swift Kenneth Rayment Bela Miklos Willie Satinoff Tom Cable R.I.P
(From the BBC that day) Seven Manchester United footballers are among 21 dead after an air crash in Munich. The British European Airways (BEA) plane caught fire shortly after take off this afternoon with 38 passengers and six crew on board. The footballing world is reeling from the loss of some of its most talented young players - known as the Busby Babes. Their average age was 24 and they included Roger Byrne - the captain - Mark Jones, Eddie Colman, Tommy Taylor, Liam Whelan, David Pegg and Geoff Bent. Queen 'deeply shocked' Eight British sports journalists and several club officials have also been killed. The Queen has said she is "deeply shocked" and has sent a message of condolence to the Lord Mayor of Manchester and Minister of Transport and Civil Aviation. The chartered aircraft was bringing the Manchester United entourage back from a European Cup match against Red Star Belgrade in Yugoslavia and had stopped at Munich's Riem Airport to refuel. On the third attempt to take off the plane over-shot the runway, hit a house with its port wing, veered to the right, hit another building and burst into flames. The fuselage did not catch fire and several crew and passengers went back into the wreckage to rescue the injured. Team manager Matt Busby was described as being the most seriously hurt and is being given blood transfusions in hospital. Star striker Bobby Charlton has been treated for slight head injuries. http://news.bbc.co.uk/onthisday/hi/dates/stories/february/6/newsid_2535000/2535961.stm BBC Television coverage, featuring an interview with England's manager at the time, Walter Winterbottom
and that really is the greatest lesson that the Babes taught us. No matter what, we must keep the red flag flying high.
To those who died that horrible day, and everyone else affected, you will always be remembered. Rest in peace.