Munich Air Disaster 50th Anniversary: 6th February 1958 - 6th February 2008

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The 23 people who never made it home.
-Geoff Bent
-Roger Byrne
-Eddie Colman
-Duncan Edwards (survived the crash but died in hospital 15 days later)
-Mark Jones
-David Pegg
-Tommy Taylor
-Liam 'Billy' Whelan
-Walter Crickmer - Club Secretary
-Bert Whalley - Chief Coach
-Tom Curry - Trainer
-Alf Clarke - journalist, Manchester Evening Chronicle
-Don Davies - journalist, Manchester Guardian
-George Follows - journalist, Daily Herald
-Tom Jackson - journalist, Manchester Evening News
-Archie Ledbrooke - journalist, Daily Mirror
-Henry Rose - journalist, Daily Express
-Eric Thompson - journalist, Daily Mail
-Frank Swift - journalist, News of the World (also former England and Manchester City goalkeeper)
-Captain Kenneth "Ken" Rayment
-Bela Miklos - travel agent
-Willie Satinoff
-Tom Cable - steward

[bundyv1]

MUTV will be free to air/view tomorrow with their coverage of their rememberance ......

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MUTV will be free to air/view tomorrow with their coverage of their rememberance ......

Ya I saw that, but there is the Munich Documentary is on now and I can't watch it but I assume it will be on again at some stage tomorrow.

And there is a program on BBC1 NI tommorrow about Goalkeeper Harry Gregg who went back to munich and the belgrade stadium 50 years after the disaster.

[mightyquark]

Dunphys interview with Harry Gregg over the weekend on RTE -"Conversations with .." Is very good.

[STEVIEG]

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[STEVIEG]

a few articles on Duncan Edwards

http://red11.org/mufc/edwards.htm

http://www.joinmust.org/forum/showthread.php?t=312 15

[mightyquark]

http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport2/hi/football/teams/m/man_utd/7226733.stm

The football focus link is worth a look..

The Flowers of Manchester RIP

[mightyquark]

I remember reading a book about the Busby Babes when I was 10...it really affected me..strange how some things in your life
can really leave an impression on you..The Flowers of manchester and the stories of Duncan Edwards still cause me to tremble
today.

[Trish]

Just came on to make a thread re the Munich Air Disaster, then I saw this. Have MUTV on online at work just to watch the tributes.

Watched the documentary on the BBC with Harry Gregg the other night and then there were two on BBC4 with Bobby Charlton. All three were very moving but in particular I found the one with Harry Gregg very, very moving - mainly because he went back to Munich only a month or so ago.

I have to say that from even today those that survived are still haunted by the crash and who could blame them.

RIP to all those who lost their lives.

United Forever!!!!

[Rebel Yell]

Man Utd will never die...

RIP

[xvis]

There has been some excellent coverage in recent days.


Deepest sympathies to all who lost lives and loved ones in this sporting tragedy.

R.I.P.

I have to say that from even today those that survived are still haunted by the crash and who could blame them.

Absolutely.


***

Extracted from Sir Bobby Charlton, The Autobiography, My Manchester United Years

Sir Bobby Charlton: The Munich story

We felt nothing was beyond us as we talked so animatedly and laughed on that journey home from Belgrade, where we had played with great maturity to reach the semi-finals of the European Cup. In two days we were to face Wolves in another game of crucial importance, one which could well prove decisive in our pursuit of a third straight league title. The sky was low and filled with snow as we landed in Munich for refuelling, but we saw little or no reason to doubt that our own horizons stretched out quite seamlessly.

It was a mood which so cheerfully overcame a long and irksome journey, as most of our travelling was in those days. In less optimistic circumstances I might have been more conscious of my dislike for this particular aircraft bearing us down through the low clouds, a chartered British European Airways Elizabethan. Since the first time I had flown in one, I had been made uneasy by the length of time it took to get airborne. The plane seemed to need an age to get off the ground. The Elizabethan felt like a heavy aircraft, one that needed a long runway and plenty of time to produce sufficient speed. It was all right after you had completed the ascent. You were reassured then by the steady throb of the engines. The first time I experienced a take-off in the plane I found myself saying, under my breath: "This is a long one."

When we put down in Munich you couldn't help noticing all the slushy snow on the runway, and as we had coffee in the terminal I imagined they would be clearing it away. Today, I suppose, it would take just a few minutes.

There was no tension as we talked eagerly about the days ahead. We were, after all, the team who could apparently do anything. In the last few days we had beaten Arsenal in what some said was the most spectacular game ever seen at Highbury, and in Belgrade we had been equal to anything thrown at us by the tough and skilful players of Red Star. Now we were in the hands of an airline which surely knew, just as we did in our own world, what they were doing.

Even after two aborted take-offs, and a second visit to the terminal for another coffee, as far as I was concerned the spell was scarcely broken. Some players had changed seats, moved to places which they considered safer, but doing that never occurred to me or my companion on the leg from Belgrade, Dennis Viollet. Later, though, when I stood on the cold field in a state of disbelief and shock, I was glad that I had decided to keep on my overcoat. Why did I do that, why was it that I was able to remove the coat and place it on Matt Busby as he groaned on the wet Tarmac desperately in need of medical assistance?

By the third attempt at take-off, conversation had dwindled. I looked out of the window and as I did so I was suddenly conscious of the silence inside the plane. Outside, the snowy field flew by, but not quickly enough it seemed. I knew it was too long when I saw the fence and then we were on the house. There was an awful noise, the grind of metal on metal. Then there was the void.

When I came to, I was on the ground, outside the wrecked plane, but still strapped into my seat. Dennis had been pulled out of his seat and was lying beside me, conscious but hurt. Later, I learned that Harry Gregg and Bill Foulkes had helped to get some of the injured out of the plane. I could hear sirens blaring and then Dennis said: "What's the matter, Bobby, what's gone on?" Instantly I regretted my reply: "Dennis, it's dreadful." I should have protected him from the worst of the truth, but as the horror was overwhelming me, I suppose I was removed from rational thought.

I saw the bodies in the snow, though one small and passing mercy was that I didn't recognise among the dead either of my closest friends, Eddie Colman, who with his family had befriended me so warmly in my early days at Old Trafford, and David Pegg from Yorkshire, who shared my roots in the mining community.

In addition to my seven, ultimately eight, fallen team-mates, the carnage that confronted my still blinking and dazed eyes had robbed another 14, and in time 15, souls of their lives - a combination of team officials, journalists, flight personnel and a travelling supporter, who, like us all, had been expected home that evening.

Eventually, I was helped into a mini-truck, one that seemed to have been diverted from its normal task of shifting coal. Gregg and Foulkes came with me as we raced through the blizzard into the city hospital. There, the walking wounded were taken to a waiting room.

Mostly, I stared at the wall. I had one small bruise on my head and I was suffering from concussion. Reality came drifting in and out, but at one of its sharpest points I noticed an orderly smiling, as if to say, it seemed to me, that all this was a routine matter and that the world would still be turning when the dawn came. But of course it wouldn't, not for the football team that was supposed to conquer the world. I was filled with rage and it was directed at this hospital worker who seemed to understand none of that. I screamed at him. What I said exactly is, like much of that night and the days that followed, lost to me now, but I remember vividly the pain that came to me so hard at that moment. Soon after, a doctor stuck something into the back of my neck.

My next memory is of waking the following morning in a hospital ward. In a nearby bed was a young German, who was looking at a newspaper spread before him. I could see from the photographs that he was reading about the crash. He spoke little English, but when he looked up and saw me he managed to say, 'I'm sorry'. At that moment I had to know who had gone and who had survived.

The German lad read out the names and then, after a short pause, said, 'Dead'. It was a terrible roll call, and I make no excuse for repeating once again... Roger Byrne, David Pegg, Eddie Colman, Tommy Taylor, Billy Whelan, Mark Jones and Geoff Bent. There was some relief when I was moved into a ward with a few of the other survivors: the Welsh winger Kenny Morgans, goalkeeper Ray Wood, Dennis Viollet who was looking better than when I last saw him lying in the snow, Albert Scanlon, the talented, unpredictable film fan from Salford. I wanted to shout, 'At least we're OK,' but then I thought of Duncan Edwards, who was fighting for his life, and the badly injured Johnny Berry and Jackie Blanchflower, who would never play again, and that took away any such urge.

I shivered when I thought how it must be in Manchester. We had been screened from much of the news, but then, as the days passed, you heard of the funerals and something deep inside you was grateful that you weren't there, because it would have been so hard to say goodbye with so many eyes on you. All the time the question came pounding in: why me, why did I survive?

When you heard how Manchester was stricken, how many people were turning up at Old Trafford, aimless in their grief but just wanting to be as close as they could to the team who had so lifted their lives, who they had seen growing up before their eyes, you felt there had to be a match as soon as possible.

This was something to try to latch on to, as you might to a piece of flotsam in a wild sea. A match would help everybody, players, fans, the whole city of Manchester. A match would take away some of the horror. It was a small piece of escapism and it didn't take you far. It couldn't, because upstairs Duncan Edwards and Matt Busby were in oxygen tents and fighting uphill battles to stay alive.

Eventually, I was able to see them both. I went up with my heart pounding. Later, I was told that Duncan's fight, which lasted nearly a fortnight, was the result of freakish strength and willpower. He was in obvious pain when I visited him, but his spirit was still as strong as ever. When he saw me he threw back his head and said: "I've been waiting for you. Where the bloody hell have you been?" I whispered my encouragement, feeling my eyes smart while wondering all over again how it could be that this young giant of the game was so stricken while I could prepare to walk down the stairs before packing for home.

I could only pray for his survival after Jimmy Murphy took me by train to the Hook of Holland for the ferry to Harwich, where I was met by my mother Cissie and my brother Jack for the drive home to the North-East. I didn't say much on the journey back to where everything had started, and where I had to persuade myself, in the company of my own people, that football could once again occupy the core of my being.

Of course, I would know it soon enough. What would take a little longer to understand was that nothing would be quite so simple ever again. Some, including Jack, insist that Munich changed me. If it did, I like to think that eventually it was for the better, at the very least in that it told me that even when riding a miracle you still have to remember how easily you can fall.

If you're very lucky, you survive, and while you're doing it you fulfil every dream, every ambition, you ever had.

[Lamps]

RIP etc etc.

Time to move on.

I feel its being milked

[xvis]

RIP etc etc.

Time to move on.

I feel its being milked


Your getting too old Lamps, and too cynical.

[Lamps]

Your getting too old Lamps, and too cynical.

Will they be selling Busby Babes memorabillia this week?

It was a tragedy at the time, and its right that its commerated in some way, but I feel its being milked as only United can do.

[volunteer]

Prayers, thoughts for the dead and their families.

But please can united move on now? It's fifty years ago. Time to let the dead rest in peace. The constant wailing and nashing of teeth over this reminds me of the poem "The unquiet grave."

It was a tragedy but alot of time has passed, let the dead rest.

[HappyMonday83]

Will they be selling Busby Babes memorabillia this week?

It was a tragedy at the time, and its right that its commerated in some way, but I feel its being milked as only United can do.

You have a point. How many plane crashes have there been over the fifty years that didn't get a fraction of the attention. It's time to move on.

[EL TORO]

Will they be selling Busby Babes memorabillia this week?

It was a tragedy at the time, and its right that its commerated in some way, but I feel its being milked as only United can do.


Totally agree with you fella. Just didnt want to offend anyone on this day of days. It is time to move on indeed.

[elwood blues]

There has been some excellent coverage in recent days.


Deepest sympathies to all who lost lives and loved ones in this sporting tragedy.

R.I.P.



Absolutely.


***

Extracted from Sir Bobby Charlton, The Autobiography, My Manchester United Years

Sir Bobby Charlton: The Munich story

We felt nothing was beyond us as we talked so animatedly and laughed on that journey home from Belgrade, where we had played with great maturity to reach the semi-finals of the European Cup. In two days we were to face Wolves in another game of crucial importance, one which could well prove decisive in our pursuit of a third straight league title. The sky was low and filled with snow as we landed in Munich for refuelling, but we saw little or no reason to doubt that our own horizons stretched out quite seamlessly.

It was a mood which so cheerfully overcame a long and irksome journey, as most of our travelling was in those days. In less optimistic circumstances I might have been more conscious of my dislike for this particular aircraft bearing us down through the low clouds, a chartered British European Airways Elizabethan. Since the first time I had flown in one, I had been made uneasy by the length of time it took to get airborne. The plane seemed to need an age to get off the ground. The Elizabethan felt like a heavy aircraft, one that needed a long runway and plenty of time to produce sufficient speed. It was all right after you had completed the ascent. You were reassured then by the steady throb of the engines. The first time I experienced a take-off in the plane I found myself saying, under my breath: "This is a long one."

When we put down in Munich you couldn't help noticing all the slushy snow on the runway, and as we had coffee in the terminal I imagined they would be clearing it away. Today, I suppose, it would take just a few minutes.

There was no tension as we talked eagerly about the days ahead. We were, after all, the team who could apparently do anything. In the last few days we had beaten Arsenal in what some said was the most spectacular game ever seen at Highbury, and in Belgrade we had been equal to anything thrown at us by the tough and skilful players of Red Star. Now we were in the hands of an airline which surely knew, just as we did in our own world, what they were doing.

Even after two aborted take-offs, and a second visit to the terminal for another coffee, as far as I was concerned the spell was scarcely broken. Some players had changed seats, moved to places which they considered safer, but doing that never occurred to me or my companion on the leg from Belgrade, Dennis Viollet. Later, though, when I stood on the cold field in a state of disbelief and shock, I was glad that I had decided to keep on my overcoat. Why did I do that, why was it that I was able to remove the coat and place it on Matt Busby as he groaned on the wet Tarmac desperately in need of medical assistance?

By the third attempt at take-off, conversation had dwindled. I looked out of the window and as I did so I was suddenly conscious of the silence inside the plane. Outside, the snowy field flew by, but not quickly enough it seemed. I knew it was too long when I saw the fence and then we were on the house. There was an awful noise, the grind of metal on metal. Then there was the void.

When I came to, I was on the ground, outside the wrecked plane, but still strapped into my seat. Dennis had been pulled out of his seat and was lying beside me, conscious but hurt. Later, I learned that Harry Gregg and Bill Foulkes had helped to get some of the injured out of the plane. I could hear sirens blaring and then Dennis said: "What's the matter, Bobby, what's gone on?" Instantly I regretted my reply: "Dennis, it's dreadful." I should have protected him from the worst of the truth, but as the horror was overwhelming me, I suppose I was removed from rational thought.

I saw the bodies in the snow, though one small and passing mercy was that I didn't recognise among the dead either of my closest friends, Eddie Colman, who with his family had befriended me so warmly in my early days at Old Trafford, and David Pegg from Yorkshire, who shared my roots in the mining community.

In addition to my seven, ultimately eight, fallen team-mates, the carnage that confronted my still blinking and dazed eyes had robbed another 14, and in time 15, souls of their lives - a combination of team officials, journalists, flight personnel and a travelling supporter, who, like us all, had been expected home that evening.

Eventually, I was helped into a mini-truck, one that seemed to have been diverted from its normal task of shifting coal. Gregg and Foulkes came with me as we raced through the blizzard into the city hospital. There, the walking wounded were taken to a waiting room.

Mostly, I stared at the wall. I had one small bruise on my head and I was suffering from concussion. Reality came drifting in and out, but at one of its sharpest points I noticed an orderly smiling, as if to say, it seemed to me, that all this was a routine matter and that the world would still be turning when the dawn came. But of course it wouldn't, not for the football team that was supposed to conquer the world. I was filled with rage and it was directed at this hospital worker who seemed to understand none of that. I screamed at him. What I said exactly is, like much of that night and the days that followed, lost to me now, but I remember vividly the pain that came to me so hard at that moment. Soon after, a doctor stuck something into the back of my neck.

My next memory is of waking the following morning in a hospital ward. In a nearby bed was a young German, who was looking at a newspaper spread before him. I could see from the photographs that he was reading about the crash. He spoke little English, but when he looked up and saw me he managed to say, 'I'm sorry'. At that moment I had to know who had gone and who had survived.

The German lad read out the names and then, after a short pause, said, 'Dead'. It was a terrible roll call, and I make no excuse for repeating once again... Roger Byrne, David Pegg, Eddie Colman, Tommy Taylor, Billy Whelan, Mark Jones and Geoff Bent. There was some relief when I was moved into a ward with a few of the other survivors: the Welsh winger Kenny Morgans, goalkeeper Ray Wood, Dennis Viollet who was looking better than when I last saw him lying in the snow, Albert Scanlon, the talented, unpredictable film fan from Salford. I wanted to shout, 'At least we're OK,' but then I thought of Duncan Edwards, who was fighting for his life, and the badly injured Johnny Berry and Jackie Blanchflower, who would never play again, and that took away any such urge.

I shivered when I thought how it must be in Manchester. We had been screened from much of the news, but then, as the days passed, you heard of the funerals and something deep inside you was grateful that you weren't there, because it would have been so hard to say goodbye with so many eyes on you. All the time the question came pounding in: why me, why did I survive?

When you heard how Manchester was stricken, how many people were turning up at Old Trafford, aimless in their grief but just wanting to be as close as they could to the team who had so lifted their lives, who they had seen growing up before their eyes, you felt there had to be a match as soon as possible.

This was something to try to latch on to, as you might to a piece of flotsam in a wild sea. A match would help everybody, players, fans, the whole city of Manchester. A match would take away some of the horror. It was a small piece of escapism and it didn't take you far. It couldn't, because upstairs Duncan Edwards and Matt Busby were in oxygen tents and fighting uphill battles to stay alive.

Eventually, I was able to see them both. I went up with my heart pounding. Later, I was told that Duncan's fight, which lasted nearly a fortnight, was the result of freakish strength and willpower. He was in obvious pain when I visited him, but his spirit was still as strong as ever. When he saw me he threw back his head and said: "I've been waiting for you. Where the bloody hell have you been?" I whispered my encouragement, feeling my eyes smart while wondering all over again how it could be that this young giant of the game was so stricken while I could prepare to walk down the stairs before packing for home.

I could only pray for his survival after Jimmy Murphy took me by train to the Hook of Holland for the ferry to Harwich, where I was met by my mother Cissie and my brother Jack for the drive home to the North-East. I didn't say much on the journey back to where everything had started, and where I had to persuade myself, in the company of my own people, that football could once again occupy the core of my being.

Of course, I would know it soon enough. What would take a little longer to understand was that nothing would be quite so simple ever again. Some, including Jack, insist that Munich changed me. If it did, I like to think that eventually it was for the better, at the very least in that it told me that even when riding a miracle you still have to remember how easily you can fall.

If you're very lucky, you survive, and while you're doing it you fulfil every dream, every ambition, you ever had.

I'm reading this book at the moment.
It is a damn good read.

[xvis]

If United, the football club, did nothing rather than what they are doing would you guys be happier?



If they did nothing to mark it it would be a disgrace. And they would be condemned.


Employees in their care died on duty, in a high profile case. Employment terms were not as generous or as responsible as they are now.


So, it's only fitting that it's remembered for all sorts of reasons, ...emotional, and financial responsibility to the families bereaved.


I don't wish to say anymore on the matter, ...ignore the thread if it turns you off.

[elwood blues]

If United, the football club, did nothing rather than what they are doing would you guys be happier?



If they did nothing to mark it it would be a disgrace. And they would be condemned.


Employees in their care died on duty, in a high profile case. Employment terms were not as generous or as responsible as they are now.


So, it's only fitting that it's remembered for all sorts of reasons, ...emotional, and financial responsibility to the families bereaved.


I don't wish to say anymore on the matter, ...ignore the thread if it turns you off.

well said,
what they are doing is only fitting given that it is the 50th anniversary.

[EL TORO]

If United, the football club, did nothing rather than what they are doing would you guys be happier?



If they did nothing to mark it it would be a disgrace. And they would be condemned.


Employees in their care died on duty, in a high profile case. Employment terms were not as generous or as responsible as they are now.


So, it's only fitting that it's remembered for all sorts of reasons, ...emotional, and financial responsibility to the families bereaved.


I don't wish to say anymore on the matter, ...ignore the thread if it turns you off.


To be fair xvis I dont think anyone is turned off by this. Its simply an opinion that maybe its time to move on without forgetting the past. Would there be the same widespread coverage of this event if it had happened to Oldham Athletic or Norwich city etc? I am in no way looking to offend any Utd fans but after 50 years there has to come a time when everyone moves on.

[elwood blues]

To be fair xvis I dont think anyone is turned off by this. Its simply an opinion that maybe its time to move on without forgetting the past. Would there be the same widespread coverage of this event if it had happened to Oldham Athletic or Norwich city etc? I am in no way looking to offend any Utd fans but after 50 years there has to come a time when everyone moves on.

I'd like to think that if it had happened to any club it would get the same coverage.
It's a big part of Uniteds history and I'm sure given that so many survivors are still alive that it will continue to be commemerated.

[bh37]

Prayers, thoughts for the dead and their families.

But please can united move on now? It's fifty years ago. Time to let the dead rest in peace. The constant wailing and nashing of teeth over this reminds me of the poem "The unquiet grave."

It was a tragedy but alot of time has passed, let the dead rest.Thats fuckin rich comin from a fella with the nickname volunteer

[xvis]

To be fair xvis I dont think anyone is turned off by this. Its simply an opinion that maybe its time to move on without forgetting the past. Would there be the same widespread coverage of this event if it had happened to Oldham Athletic or Norwich city etc? I am in no way looking to offend any Utd fans but after 50 years there has to come a time when everyone moves on.

If Oldham or Norwich had been twice national champions preceding the disaster, then I'm sure there would be national coverage to mark a significant anniversary.

And the fact the disaster happened whilst representing their national league in an international tournament, makes the national and international coverage about right.


But don't worry, ..it's the 50th, ..any remembrance in subsequent years should be, as per other years, be restricted to the club and it's supporters, ..with passing comment in associated match reports, etc.



Final comment from me today.

[EL TORO]

If Oldham or Norwich had been twice national champions preceding the disaster, then I'm sure there would be national coverage to mark a significant anniversary.

And the fact the disaster happened whilst representing their national league in an international tournament, makes the national and international coverage about right.


But don't worry, ..it's the 50th, ..any remembrance in subsequent years should be, as per other years, be restricted to the club and it's supporters, ..with passing comment in associated match reports, etc.



Final comment from me today.


Fair play. End of.

[STEVIEG]

But don't worry, ..it's the 50th, ..any remembrance in subsequent years should be, as per other years, be restricted to the club and it's supporters, ..with passing comment in associated match reports, etc.


.

Well said

This has passed without any fuss most years and will continue again to do so in future years

as usual, there are one or two people who are gonna be cynical and let their hatred of the club get the better of them, but it's worth remembering that these were different times

The most striking thing for me about what i have read, is that many supporters considered themselves purples back then, supporting United one week and City the next, depending on who was home

Rivalry's will always exist, but it's important to put them in perspective really

In this island, we lost potentially one of our very best players too

R.I.P.

[Lamps]

All I said is that I hope the anniversary isn’t treated as a commercial opportunity. The club stated it wouldn't be and I'm happy with that.

They've already thrown an AIG logo on the poster out side the ground, I just hope they won't be flogging the commemerative replica 1958 strip in a few weeks.

For what its worth an post have also released a Munich stamp.

[STEVIEG]

All I said is that I hope the anniversary isn’t treated as a commercial opportunity. The club stated it wouldn't be and I'm happy with that.

They've already thrown an AIG logo on the poster out side the ground, I just hope they won't be flogging the commemerative replica 1958 strip in a few weeks.

For what its worth an post have also released a Munich stamp.

The AIG thing was a terrible move

as far as i'm aware the ads on the website have bene removed today, and the club have by-and-large done right by the memory

The jerseys and gear used at the weekend will not be avaialable to purchase for example

They always fuck some things up though which is a shame

[EL TORO]

The AIG thing was a terrible move

as far as i'm aware the ads on the website have bene removed today, and the club have by-and-large done right by the memory

The jerseys and gear used at the weekend will not be avaialable to purchase for example

They always fuck some things up though which is a shame

In fairness there was a Utd fan from Salford last week who got his cherry picker out at OT in the middle of the night and painted over the AIG logo at
the bottom of the banner. Not vandalising it, but simply removing the AIG logo from view. Next day....New sign with AIG logo restored.

[STEVIEG]

In fairness there was a Utd fan from Salford last week who got his cherry picker out at OT in the middle of the night and painted over the AIG logo at
the bottom of the banner. Not vandalising it, but simply removing the AIG logo from view. Next day....New sign with AIG logo restored.

He was dead right

The AIG logo thing is a disgrace

and the club were so close to getting this 100% right

[EL TORO]

One of the lads in the office here has just come over from OT and said it was one of the most moving experiences he's been to. He's a city fan aswell. Hopefully the game will go off ok on Sunday.

[Demons till I die]

To Be Fair ..i've Seen The Mural And Its Awesome ...yes There Is An Aig Logo On It But It Doesnt Stand Out , In Fact I Hardly Noticed It At All. But If It Scores A Few Cheap Points For The Tosspots On Here Then I Suppose Thats Alright.....and If Man Utd Quite Rightly Want To Commemorate The 50th Anniversary Of A Hugely Significant Day In The Clubs History Then Thats What They Will Do.........and Fuck The Begrudgers

[EL TORO]

To Be Fair ..i've Seen The Mural And Its Awesome ...yes There Is An Aig Logo On It But It Doesnt Stand Out , In Fact I Hardly Noticed It At All. But If It Scores A Few Cheap Points For The Tosspots On Here Then I Suppose Thats Alright.....and If Man Utd Quite Rightly Want To Commemorate The 50th Anniversary Of A Hugely Significant Day In The Clubs History Then Thats What They Will Do.........and Fuck The Begrudgers

Welcome to yesterday!:D

[Demons till I die]

Ah yesterday .....all my troubles seemed so far away

[Langer Dan]

Heard on Newstalk the english supporters disrupted the tribute to the Busby babes before the english match last night.

Classy bunch, as always.

[3pointplay]

Heard on Newstalk the english supporters disrupted the tribute to the Busby babes before the english match last night.

Classy bunch, as always.

Don't tell me your suprised by that.

[Langer Dan]

Don't tell me your suprised by that.

It surprises me that a supposed bunch of adults can't behave with a bit of common decency for 60 seconds.

Animals.

[xvis]

Heard on Newstalk the english supporters disrupted the tribute to the Busby babes before the english match last night.

Classy bunch, as always.

It was just one or two isolated shouts, ..generally it well observed.


Also, I notice that it seems like a new strategy with the English that they have a vocal rendition of the National Anthems, as it seems to be harder to boo vocals than a band. ..It's kinda worked, there was less boos than normal. just.

..Capello didn't look very interested.

[STEVIEG]

Yup, unfortunately the silences get cut short too cause of the minority of fuckwits

The ref was right to cut it to about 20 seconds last night

[Edmund Blackwater]

They were warming up for the booing of the swiss anthem.

[Langer Dan]

Twas sweet when the idiots disgraced themselves before the Hatton fight, then their bulldog got absolutely leathered.
Anyhow I digress, hopefully City will behave themselves before the Derby. I have my doubts tho.