The president of Chess Club
Was rushed into moving his pawn
When he heard his mum planned
To search his bedroom at dawn
The president of Chess Club
Was rushed into moving his pawn
When he heard his mum planned
To search his bedroom at dawn
Manchester United’s underground
Heating hasn’t been
restored
So they’re planning to
rename
The stadium Cold
Trafford
The Forgotten Babe
John James
"Johnny" Berry
Survived the wreckage
Amidst the snows of
Munich
Though the crash
didn’t end his life
He never played again
Nicknamed "Twiggy"
John
"Jackie" Blanchflower
Survived the wreckage
Amidst the snows of
Munich
Though the crash
didn’t end his life
It did bring his
footballing career
To an untimely end
WILLIAM ANTHONY "BILL" FOULKES - (5 JANUARY 1932 – 25 NOVEMBER 2013)
Go now Bill
Lay down the captain’s
armband
You’ve earned your
rest
Our tower of strength
Straight backed
Rugged and dependable
Take your place
Among your equals
And be at peace
Your strong facade
Oft betrayed
By sadness in your
eyes
The sadness of
survival
So go now Bill
And join the babes
You’ve missed so much
And take your place
Among immortals
At Old Trafford
In tragedies wake
In the eerie quiet
The terraces echoed
The mournful silence
And even the empty
Seats shed tears
For The busby babes
In the aftermath of Munich
All of football felt
the loss
In an altogether more
Caring and respectful
time
When fans of all teams
Out of respect, wore
black
And stadia were universally quiet
Manchester United’s
Callous attitude
So cold and harsh
Towards the survivors
Beggared belief
And was never more
Keenly felt than when,
Only days after
The Munich Disaster
Gregg and Foulkes,
Though traumatised
And grieving and
feeling
The guilt of the
survivor
Were forced to play
Afterwards Harry Gregg
And Bill Foulkes
Forced to play too
soon
With the guilt of the
survivor
Sat in the dressing
room
Staring with empty eyes
In the wake of tragedy
Harry Gregg arose
And with no thought
Of himself
Pulled survivors
From the burning plane
Assisted latterly
By Bill Foulkes
Though he thought
His action
unremarkable
George Best, said of
him
“Bravery is one thing
But what Harry did
Was about more than
bravery.
It was about goodness”
Bright lights
Shining like stars
In the twinkling
Football firmament
Sparkling lights
From gritty towns
In the shadow of the
Dark satanic mills
Shining out from
Industrial heartlands
Like beacons
Bright lights of youth
Illuminating the lives
Of the terraced fans
Young men from the
dark
Industrial landscapes
Youth’s bright flames
Snuffed out
In the snows of Munich
Manchester United’s
Callous attitude
So cold and harsh
Towards the survivors
Beggared belief
And was never more
Keenly felt than when,
They could no longer
play
Jackie Blanchflower
And fellow survivor Berry
Were forced to vacate
The homes they lived
in
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