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Morrissey || Munich Air Disaster, 1958

“We love them
We mourn for them
Unlucky boys of Red…

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February 6th, 1958.Some of you won’t have a clue how significant this day is.The Munich Air Disaster was an event that tore Manchester United apart. I won’t go into detail, but twenty-three lives were lost, including eight Man United players.It was news that shocked the world and left our club and the fans broken.I highly doubt any of us on Tumblr were alive when the MAD happened, but that doesn’t even matter. It’s something that brings us together, that makes us appreciate what we have. It’s a part of Manchester United, and it’s a part of us, albeit heartbreaking.Those were our men. Those were our boys.Today is the 53rd anniversary of this tragedy.I don’t expect everyone to mourn or be depressed; all I ask is that people are aware, and that these men are given the respect they deserve, whether you’re a Red Devil, a Gunner, a Culé, or one of Die Roten.
RIP to the victims, including the journalists, Man United staff and the other passengers.And of course, to our players, lest we forget, our Busby Babes:LW, GB, EC, RB, MJ, DP, DE, TT. ♥ 
Man United will never die.

February 6th, 1958.
Some of you won’t have a clue how significant this day is.
The Munich Air Disaster was an event that tore Manchester United apart. I won’t go into detail, but twenty-three lives were lost, including eight Man United players.
It was news that shocked the world and left our club and the fans broken.
I highly doubt any of us on Tumblr were alive when the MAD happened, but that doesn’t even matter. It’s something that brings us together, that makes us appreciate what we have. It’s a part of Manchester United, and it’s a part of us, albeit heartbreaking.
Those were our men. Those were our boys.
Today is the 53rd anniversary of this tragedy.
I don’t expect everyone to mourn or be depressed; all I ask is that people are aware, and that these men are given the respect they deserve, whether you’re a Red Devil, a Gunner, a Culé, or one of Die Roten.

RIP to the victims, including the journalists, Man United staff and the other passengers.
And of course, to our players, lest we forget, our Busby Babes:
LW, GB, EC, RB, MJ, DP, DE, TT. 

Man United will never die.

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One cold and bitter Thursday in Munich, Germany,

muertosrojos:

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

imfuckingberbabrilliant:

One cold and bitter Thursday in Munich, Germany,Eight great football stalwarts conceded victory.Eight men will never play again, who met disaster there,The flowers of English football, the flowers of Manchester.The Busby Babes were flying home, returning from Belgrade,This great United family all masters of their trade.The pilot of the aircraft, the skipper Captain Thain,Three times tried to take off and twice turned back again.The third time down the runway disaster followed close,There was slush upon that runway and the aircraft never rose.It ploughed into the marshy ground, it broke, it overturned.And eight of that team were killed when the blazing wreckage burned.Roger Byrne and Tommy Taylor, who were capped for England’s side,And Ireland’s Liam Whelan and England’s Geoff Bent died.Mark Jones and Eddie Coleman 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 this team,Three long months passed by before he saw his team again.The trainer, coach and secretary and three members of the crew,Also eight sporting journalists who with United flew,And one of them was Big Swifty who we will ne’er forget,The finest English ‘keeper that ever graced a net.England’s finest football team it’s record truly great,It’s proud success mocked by this cruel turn of fate.Eight men will never play again who met disaster there,The flowers of English football, the flowers of Manchester.

imfuckingberbabrilliant:

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

The Busby Babes were flying home, returning from Belgrade,
This great United family all masters of their trade.
The pilot of the aircraft, the skipper Captain Thain,
Three times tried to take off and twice turned back again.

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

Roger Byrne and Tommy Taylor, who were capped for England’s side,
And Ireland’s Liam Whelan and England’s Geoff Bent died.
Mark Jones and Eddie Coleman 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 this team,
Three long months passed by before he saw his team again.

The trainer, coach and secretary and three members of the crew,
Also eight sporting journalists who with United flew,
And one of them was Big Swifty who we will ne’er forget,
The finest English ‘keeper that ever graced a net.

England’s finest football team it’s record truly great,
It’s proud success mocked by this cruel turn of fate.
Eight men will never play again who met disaster there,
The flowers of English football, the flowers of Manchester.