Anniversary of the air disaster

My mate lost his parents in the Tenerife air disaster on the 25th April 1980, I was with him when he was informed his parents had died in the crash. Devastating would be an understatement, he was a 21 year old happy go lucky brilliant friend to many, just started a new career, had a lovely girlfriend and had his whole life in front of him.

He started drinking heavily, gave up his job, lost his gf and most of his mates, he became a recluse.

He was left a small fortune, his Dad was a Company Director, but he lost everything, only child, house, death benefit, investments and savings, he blew the lot. He’s 63 now, on his own, no family and will not make contact with anyone.

I know it’s the younger generation who used to think it was ok to call those who lost their lives “Munichs” and make physical gestures but thankfully its a thing of the past and I for one will raise a glass to those mostly young men who perished in that disaster.
 
I wrote this after the 50th Anniversary when the press were expecting our fans to be disrespectful!! The only one disrespectful that day (to my mind) was their manager who chewed gum when they were laying the wreaths!! Disgraceful.

They travelled to Europe

The promised land

The match a warm up

They managed to withstand


Snow falling

Engines revving

Runway icing

Hearts pounding


Three times he tried

But then he failed

Twenty three lives lost

A nation paled


Back home in shock

Grown men wept

Factories closed

No one slept.


Fifty years have passed

Do the memories cast

A pall over the Derby?

Will the silence last?


A match already won

So the pundits declare

But they all forget

There are two teams there


We love the underdog

A cliché unravelled

On this Sunday afternoon

Aren’t they glad they travelled?


NOW City Fans celebrate

Hadn’t risen to the bait

One of their own died

That February in 58.


Written by me in 2008 and found again in 2020!!
 
I remember that time so clearly. Duncan Edwards was my favourite player at that time. Yes I know he played for them but the rivalries were not bitter in those days. I've mentioned before about going one week to them and one week to Maine Road because as a teenager I couldn't afford away days.

So young Duncan, who definitely would have been an England legend, was my favourite player and I cried quite a lot when I heard he had died.
 
I wrote this after the 50th Anniversary when the press were expecting our fans to be disrespectful!! The only one disrespectful that day (to my mind) was their manager who chewed gum when they were laying the wreaths!! Disgraceful.

They travelled to Europe

The promised land

The match a warm up

They managed to withstand


Snow falling

Engines revving

Runway icing

Hearts pounding


Three times he tried

But then he failed

Twenty three lives lost

A nation paled


Back home in shock

Grown men wept

Factories closed

No one slept.


Fifty years have passed

Do the memories cast

A pall over the Derby?

Will the silence last?


A match already won

So the pundits declare

But they all forget

There are two teams there


We love the underdog

A cliché unravelled

On this Sunday afternoon

Aren’t they glad they travelled?


NOW City Fans celebrate

Hadn’t risen to the bait

One of their own died


That February in 58.


Written by me in 2008 and found again in 2020!!
That’s brilliant Mrs EB
 
I remember that time so clearly. Duncan Edwards was my favourite player at that time. Yes I know he played for them but the rivalries were not bitter in those days. I've mentioned before about going one week to them and one week to Maine Road because as a teenager I couldn't afford away days.

So young Duncan, who definitely would have been an England legend, was my favourite player and I cried quite a lot when I heard he had died.
I once asked my dad, a massive Evertonian, who the best player he had ever seen play was? I was an excited kid waiting to hear about some Toffee legend. But my dad, who had seen Pele, Best, Eusebio etc, stated it was Duncan Edwards. In his words "He was brilliant. Nobody was like him. He was a joy to watch".

Some great comments on here. I always knew City fans were a decent bunch

Bless them all, never forget.
 
Went to watch the darts at the Liverpool Echo Arena a few years back. Had about 20 Liverpool fans in front, continually singing the Munich song...at the darts ffs. Absolute scum that lot.
 
My mate lost his parents in the Tenerife air disaster on the 25th April 1980, I was with him when he was informed his parents had died in the crash. Devastating would be an understatement, he was a 21 year old happy go lucky brilliant friend to many, just started a new career, had a lovely girlfriend and had his whole life in front of him.

He started drinking heavily, gave up his job, lost his gf and most of his mates, he became a recluse.

He was left a small fortune, his Dad was a Company Director, but he lost everything, only child, house, death benefit, investments and savings, he blew the lot. He’s 63 now, on his own, no family and will not make contact with anyone.

I know it’s the younger generation who used to think it was ok to call those who lost their lives “Munichs” and make physical gestures but thankfully its a thing of the past and I for one will raise a glass to those mostly young men who perished in that disaster.
What a sad story. The Tenerife air disaster of 1980 is very underreported and not many actually know about it.
 

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