The Munich58 Tribute Book

ALWAYS REMEMBERED. R.I.P BUSBY BABES

The more I research this subject, the more I learn, the more my heart breaks on how avoidable it was and what could have been for United and England.

Thinking of the Babes and the other victims of the 6th February 1958, RIP.

Rest in peace Duncan, 67 years since you went to join the other Babes, inseparable in life as in death. Sad day for the world. 💔

R.I.P Busby Babes Always Remembered in our hearts.
Yet another year has gone and still the hurt remains, never knowing just how great you boys would have been.
REST IN PEACE BABES. NEVER TO BE FORGOTTEN.

Another year goes by and the feelings of loss are still strong
We will always remember you.

I will always, as long as I breath, think daily of these brave young boys who died helping turn my club, Manchester United into the club we are today. Never Forgotten, always remembered, cherished forever, god bless them all.

As a lifelong red, the boys are forever in my heart. Now Bobby has rejoined them....the Babes have finally been reUnited.
God bless them all.
We'll never die.

On this day, sixty-six years ago, I was eight days old. I didn’t yet know what the world was all about. I didn’t yet know that the world wouldn’t always be the warm, comfy, and loving place that my Mam and Dad were creating for me. I didn’t yet know that there were terrible things out there. And I certainly didn’t know that a long way off, on a cold, snowy airfield in a place called Munich, in a country called Germany, something was about to happen which would not only destroy the lives of hundreds, but would touch the hearts and the emotions of thousands, would reshape a fine football club, and would in a few short years bring Manchester United into my world, where they would indelibly remain.
On that day, eight wonderfully talented young men were killed. Two more would never play again. Another fifteen, passengers, crew and journalists, died alongside them. Men who’d fought and survived a war, and yet who’d admired these young men who now lay dead and dying around them.
Ever since I was old enough to understand, I listened to my Dad and his friends talk about football; none were United supporters, yet after Munich, in a way they all were. So I grew up surrounded by the names, and the magical memories of Duncan Edwards, Tommy Taylor, David Pegg, Eddie Colman, Roger Byrne, Mark Jones, Geoff Bent, and Billy Whelan. Of the resilience of Matt Busby, the strength of Jimmy Murphy, the courage of Harry Gregg, the tragic romance of a team that died, yet would live forever. And soon, the fame of Bobby Charlton, almost a victim, but now a member of the most famous triumvirate in the game.
So today, as on this day every year, I think of the lost boys. I can only imagine how good they were, and how glorious they would have been. The stats and reminiscences only tell part of the story. I’m almost in tears writing this.
Rest my glorious heroes. I, and many others, will always be in awe of each and every one of you.

Rest in Peace Busby Babe's you will be forever in our hearts.