worriedturkey
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All the memories are starting to come back(not that they ever went away)the televisions were starting to show clips of that fatal day twelve months ago....it wasn't twelve months surely...I'd done a lot of crying in that time and over the years there would be plenty more to do.We'd bought a t.v. in the meantime and now all that was appearing on the screen was pictures of a plane and images of the people(they weren't just people these were friends ,hero's....they were my gods)who had perished , and the people who had survived.looking back i look at what was taken from us ,and being selfish i wondered what would have happened had this unfortunate accident never happened .....just try and think what it was possibly like....then ask yourself what would United's history be like if it hadn't happened,would they have gone on to be the force they are now....would we have won the treble in 99....it made the Man United of today what it is.....me personally I'm selfish i would have given all this up just to have seen my hero's,my gods........my friends(for that is how they felt)play till the end of there careers,and me too have seen them.Then again, even now ,i still do in my mind and memory,and i really shouldn't begrudge the child and youth of today there memories.....anyway rant over,i digress
Thursday 5th Feb
Unc was round again at our house talking to mum,as usual i was told to go and play(normally on the railway lines..lol).Dad came home all smiles(he might have had wind)which was unusual (after all what have city fans got to smile about!!!) anyway Unc left just after dad arrived(funny how he always did that...),i got to watch a bit of T.V and that's when the newsreels started to show everything again,floods of tears came and i found myself wrapped around mam like a big baby...mum understood,even if she didn't have the slightest idea about football,what she did know was what it was like to lose somebody close....mam calmed me down and made tea ,(good old English trait)she then went on to explain that she'd packed a bag and i was going round to Unc's and going to school from there,well unc came and picked me up,old sour face wasn't happy but mam explained that unc wanted to go somewhere after school, so off we set to Gran's, unc was a bit silent his only concern was how did i feel... i couldn't really explain , it was an empty feeling...Smidge appeared from nowhere and the three of us went round to Gran's,we sat in the front room watching T.V.(gran and grandad had bought one not long ago)and watched the build up to tomorrow when again places would come to a stand still.............Smidge and Unc had a few bottles ,and arrangements were made for tomorrow....it was then that Unc explained i wouldn't be going to school .....................we were going to Old Trafford to pay our respects..........as tears came down (i thought it was just me at first,but Smidge supposedly had something in his eye and unc had to go too the loo..............)........ it was then that the images came back to me ,the likes of i see every year since......the busby babes being led by the great Duncan Edwards leading out a team that WOULD have ruled football for years to come...........in bed i could not sleep , all i did was replay games in my head that i'd seen,the greats who would be missed , and only in years after, could i come to terms with the price we paid for what we have now,and i for one am more grateful for this........then there's tomorrow to get through..........and this i will take you through next............
Thursday 5th Feb
Unc was round again at our house talking to mum,as usual i was told to go and play(normally on the railway lines..lol).Dad came home all smiles(he might have had wind)which was unusual (after all what have city fans got to smile about!!!) anyway Unc left just after dad arrived(funny how he always did that...),i got to watch a bit of T.V and that's when the newsreels started to show everything again,floods of tears came and i found myself wrapped around mam like a big baby...mum understood,even if she didn't have the slightest idea about football,what she did know was what it was like to lose somebody close....mam calmed me down and made tea ,(good old English trait)she then went on to explain that she'd packed a bag and i was going round to Unc's and going to school from there,well unc came and picked me up,old sour face wasn't happy but mam explained that unc wanted to go somewhere after school, so off we set to Gran's, unc was a bit silent his only concern was how did i feel... i couldn't really explain , it was an empty feeling...Smidge appeared from nowhere and the three of us went round to Gran's,we sat in the front room watching T.V.(gran and grandad had bought one not long ago)and watched the build up to tomorrow when again places would come to a stand still.............Smidge and Unc had a few bottles ,and arrangements were made for tomorrow....it was then that Unc explained i wouldn't be going to school .....................we were going to Old Trafford to pay our respects..........as tears came down (i thought it was just me at first,but Smidge supposedly had something in his eye and unc had to go too the loo..............)........ it was then that the images came back to me ,the likes of i see every year since......the busby babes being led by the great Duncan Edwards leading out a team that WOULD have ruled football for years to come...........in bed i could not sleep , all i did was replay games in my head that i'd seen,the greats who would be missed , and only in years after, could i come to terms with the price we paid for what we have now,and i for one am more grateful for this........then there's tomorrow to get through..........and this i will take you through next............