My uncle sadly died at Wimbledon
He was a killed
by a tennis ball
I wasn’t too sad
at the funeral
It was a lovely
service after all
My uncle sadly died at Wimbledon
He was a killed
by a tennis ball
I wasn’t too sad
at the funeral
It was a lovely
service after all
I won’t hear a word against our tennis players
It’s
true that they certainly have their detractors
But
I have always thought British players
Make
truly world-class tennis commentators
Billy
Casey is the Botley United F.C. team captain
He’s just bettered his club scoring record again
In ninety matches he’s now scored twenty-three
He’s second highest scorer now just behind o.g
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
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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