Nice job Mrs. Betjeman.RIP all victims especially Frank Swift.
Below is a poem wot I wrote!
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!!
Byrne, Coleman, Edwards, Tommy Taylor - all gone but would have won the World Cup for England in Sweden in '58, even vs. Brazil with Pele. And with Frank Swift there to write up the story.
(P.S. I was off school for some reason that afternoon and remember people rushing to grab copies of the evening newspapers from a seller stood outside Wiles toy shop on Market St.)