That is just a heart-breaking read Lawman, but thanks for sharing it with all on hereLawman wrote:I have some vague and one or two clear memories of them and the disaster,
I can remember hearing the names of Duncan Edwards, Tommy Taylor and "Swivelhips" our Budgie was called Roger Byrne - There was one time I can remember being at our relations house in Pontesbury, They had a rare invention in their house - A TV - Dad, Uncle Jim and Brian were spinning me around as a group of men were on the Tele dancing and singing, we would stop and sing along with the words "A Bunch of Bouncing Busby Babes" - was probably around about 3 years old then, I remember other things about that holiday in Shropshire as well, some not as clear, Brian was around 17 I think, he used to make the journey to Old Trafford every week, since Munich he has only been to two matches - and that was with Dad to see a 17 year old George Best. and the European Cup Final
I can vividly remember the news of the crash, even though I didn't understand what had happened
Dad was in the back-kitchen having a shave, he suddenly came rushing in and turned the radio up full volume, something about a plane crash, I remember hearing the words "Many Players killed", and "Matt Busby not expected to live" Dad slumped down on the sofa with Granddad and Nan he still had shaving soap all his face and he was still holding his razor, it stands out because I'd never seen grown ups cry before, Nan just had her head in her hands sobbing
The memory of sitting on Dad shoulders and seeing the hearses going past as they brought the Babes home is crystal clear, how we got there, or how many there was I can't tell you but I can still see the flower laden coffins and the shiny black cars in the procession
The another bit of memory, Dad coming in from work and collapsing in Nans arm breaking his heart, I kept tugging at him saying "Daddy, please don't cry, please don't cry" Granddad took me away and told me "Big Dunc. has gone to Heaven"
I was at the next home game, so Dad tells me, I remember him telling me to be quite because Matt was talking over the Tannoys, I don't know if I remember that or it's because I was told it
But there's other stuff, although I can't put it all in any order, the curtains in every street were drawn, and Everton Brian and some of his mates coming over from Liverpool and sitting in the front room crying with Dad, apparently they were a mixture of Toffeemen and Kopites
The disaster had more long term effects than people realise - Dad and me always went in the Paddock together, for years and years around half an hour before the match I would see Dads eyes fill with tears, one day he told me - He would look out across the pitch and he could see the Babes playing, and it turned out that wasn't uncommon, I started looking around the Paddock after that and I used to notice a lot of older fans would suddenly go quiet and start brushing away a tear - I remember talking to JR about this same thing - he noticed that as well
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dannywoodvine wrote:Funny you should say that sparky, my first game was the Sheffield united home game at Old Trafford back in 1993, i first met Paddy Crerend on that day and i was scared of him as i was only a young lol i didnt know who he was either
Lawman, you posts are generally brilliant but this one got me crying. I just know reading all the tribute stuff for munich 58 is going to get me teary eyed all the time today. I wish we got such programmes in Nepal too to explain more about the disaster itself and its aftermath.Lawman wrote:I have some vague and one or two clear memories of them and the disaster,
I can remember hearing the names of Duncan Edwards, Tommy Taylor and "Swivelhips" our Budgie was called Roger Byrne - There was one time I can remember being at our relations house in Pontesbury, They had a rare invention in their house - A TV - Dad, Uncle Jim and Brian were spinning me around as a group of men were on the Tele dancing and singing, we would stop and sing along with the words "A Bunch of Bouncing Busby Babes" - was probably around about 3 years old then, I remember other things about that holiday in Shropshire as well, some not as clear, Brian was around 17 I think, he used to make the journey to Old Trafford every week, since Munich he has only been to two matches - and that was with Dad to see a 17 year old George Best. and the European Cup Final
I can vividly remember the news of the crash, even though I didn't understand what had happened
Dad was in the back-kitchen having a shave, he suddenly came rushing in and turned the radio up full volume, something about a plane crash, I remember hearing the words "Many Players killed", and "Matt Busby not expected to live" Dad slumped down on the sofa with Granddad and Nan he still had shaving soap all his face and he was still holding his razor, it stands out because I'd never seen grown ups cry before, Nan just had her head in her hands sobbing
The memory of sitting on Dad shoulders and seeing the hearses going past as they brought the Babes home is crystal clear, how we got there, or how many there was I can't tell you but I can still see the flower laden coffins and the shiny black cars in the procession
The another bit of memory, Dad coming in from work and collapsing in Nans arm breaking his heart, I kept tugging at him saying "Daddy, please don't cry, please don't cry" Granddad took me away and told me "Big Dunc. has gone to Heaven"
I was at the next home game, so Dad tells me, I remember him telling me to be quite because Matt was talking over the Tannoys, I don't know if I remember that or it's because I was told it
But there's other stuff, although I can't put it all in any order, the curtains in every street were drawn, and Everton Brian and some of his mates coming over from Liverpool and sitting in the front room crying with Dad, apparently they were a mixture of Toffeemen and Kopites
The disaster had more long term effects than people realise - Dad and me always went in the Paddock together, for years and years around half an hour before the match I would see Dads eyes fill with tears, one day he told me - He would look out across the pitch and he could see the Babes playing, and it turned out that wasn't uncommon, I started looking around the Paddock after that and I used to notice a lot of older fans would suddenly go quiet and start brushing away a tear - I remember talking to JR about this same thing - he noticed that as well
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theres no better way to aay itMatt-D7 wrote:I'm a bit sad that I cannot contribute to those stories. Great reads though.
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