A Poem by Kady Cavannagh

The Lads they played a simple game After seeing them you could never look at football the same Champions of England All home grown But known fair and wide beyond their home On the way back from a trip Tragedy struck Which made the world believe United would slip But...

A Poem by Kady Cavannagh

They were a group of young boys with passion and skill With courage and pace they’d attack teams at will An opposing players nightmare but a managers dream The Busby Babes they were known as, oh what a team With Matt as their father he’d allow them to play...

Busby’s Babes: A Poem by Steve Douglas

On a snow shrouded sixth of February nineteen fifty-eight, the ‘Lord Burghley’ Ambassador took off an hour late. From Belgrade to Manchester after a three-all draw they landed in Munich to wait for a thaw. Europe’s Top Cup…Semi-finals now...

They Were Our Heroes: A Poem by Tom Clare

They were our heroes, they never grew old; That’s why their story, will forever be told; Young boys and young men, who just lived for the game; Their banner was football, and Manchester United’s proud name. They grew up together, were Matt’s only...

Twas the Night Before Christmas: A Poem by Ian Gibson

Twas the night before Christmas, Old Trafford was bare. The staff all gone home, there was nobody there.. The lights cast a shadow, a soft glimmer which lit up the soft green grass on the pitch. Just as the clock gave out its twelfth chime An old man appeared, as if...

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