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FLOWERS OF MANCHESTER

Sang til minne om dem som forulykket under München-katastrofen

One cold and bitter Thursday in Munich, Germany,
Eight great football stalwarts conceded victory,
Eight men will never play again who met destruction there,
The Flowers of English football, the Flowers of Manchester.

Matt Busby's boys were flying, returning from Belgrade,
This great United family, all masters of their trade,
The pilot of the aircraft, the skipper Captain Thain,
Three times they tried to take off and twice turned back again.

The third time down the runway disaster followed close,
There was slush upon that runway and the aircraft never rose,
It ploughed into the marshy ground, it broke, it overturned.
And eight of the team were killed as the blazing wreckage burned.

Roger Byrne and Tommy Taylor who were capped for England's side.
And Ireland's Billy Whelan and England's Geoff Bent died,
Mark Jones and Eddie Colman, and David Pegg also,
They all lost their lives as it ploughed on through the snow.

Big Duncan he went too, with an injury to his brain,
And Ireland's great Jack Blanchflower will never play again,
The great Matt Busby lay there, the father of this team
Three long months passed by before he saw his team again.

The trainer, coach and secretary, and a member of the crew,
Also eight sporting journalists who with United flew,
and one of them was Big Swifty, who we will ne'er forget,
the finest English 'keeper that ever graced the net.

Oh, England's finest football team its record truly great,
its proud successes mocked by a cruel turn of fate.
Eight men will never play again, who met destruction there,
the Flowers of English football, the Flowers of Manchester.

Fotnote: Teksten ble sendt inn under "anonym" til folkemusikk-bladet "Sing" i oktober 1958. Gruppen Spinners satte melodi til teksten, og ga i 1962 for første gang ut platen med "The Flowers of Manchester". Siden 2001 har det vært tradisjon for supportere å samles under minnesplaketten på Old Trafford til den nærmeste hjemmekampen til 6. februar, og sammen synge "The Flowers of Manchester".

MUNICH AIR DISASTER 1958

Morrissey, fra Manchester-bandet The Smiths, med nydelig hyllest til The Busby Babes

We love them
We mourn for them
Unlucky boys of Red

I wish I'd gone down
Gone down with them
To where Mother Nature makes their bed

We miss them
Every night we kiss them
Their faces fixed in our heads

I wish I'd gone down
Gone down with them
To where Mother Nature makes their bed

They can't hurt you
Their style will never desert you
Because they're all safely dead

I wish I'd gone down
Gone down with them
To where Mother Nature makes their bed

BERTIE MEE SAID TO MATT BUSBY...

En klassiker som igjen har bitt populær.

Bertie Mee said to Matt Busby,
have you heard of the North Bank Highbury,
No, said Matt, you're a cockney twat,
we're the Stretford Enders!

FOREVER AND A DAY

En sang som fikk sin renessanse etter finaleseieren over Bayern München i 1999.
Å kunne synge denne i visshet om at man var vinnere av Champions League,
ga oss en fantastisk følelse.
Vi hadde ventet i 31 år - helt siden 1968, siden sist vi kunne la sangen runge ut over engelske og europeiske fotballarenaer.

U-ni-ted are the Champ-ions,
Eu-ro-pe-an Champ-ions,
The Stretford End will sing this story,
Of United's pride and glory,
Win the league and fight like fury,
Forever and a day.
'Cos United are the Champions......

FOREVER AND EVER

De fire første linjene kan man høre på kamp.

Forever and Ever,
We'll follow the boys,
Of Manchester United,
The Busby Babes,
For we made a promise,
To defend our faith,
In Manchester United,
The Busby Babes.

We've all sworn allegiance,
To fight till we die,
To stand by United,
And the Red flag we fly,
There'll be no surrender,
We'll fight to the last,
To defeat all before us,
As we did in the past.

For we're Stretford Enders,
With United we grew,
To the famous Red Devils,
We're loyal and true,
To part-time supporters,
We'll never descend,
We'll never forsake you,
We'll be here to the end.

For we all remember,
That '58 day,
And the plane that once stood on,
That Munich runway,
As it tried to take off,
For the third fatal time,
The immortal young babes were,
Cut down in their prime.

In the cold snow of Munich,
They laid down their lives,
But they live on forever,
In our hearts and our minds,
Their names are now legend,
For the whole world to see.
Why this club's a religion,
Spelt M.U.F.C.

So bow down before them,
And lift up your eyes,
For Old Trafford's glory,
Will always survive.

FROM THE BANKS OF THE RIVER IRWELL

En god, gammel klassiker som blir sunget ved alle anledninger.
Det andre verset hører man sjeldent.

From the banks of the River Irwell,
To the shores of Sicily,
We will fight, fight, fight for United,
'Till we win the Football League,
To hell with Liverpool,
To hell with Man City (they're shit!),
We will fight, fight, fight for United,
'Till we win the Football League.

From the terraces of the Stretford End,
To the Stadium of Light,
We will fight, fight, fight for United,
We're the boys in Red and White,
To hell with Benfica,
To hell with Real Madrid (they're shit),
We will fight, fight, fight for United,
'Till we win the Football League.

I SEE THE STRETFORD END ARISING

En god gammel sang fra 70-tallet da den originale Red Army herjet som verst. Ikke rart at innbyggere i små og store byer rundt omkring i England ble en smule nervøse når 15.000 United-fans raste rundt i gatene og sang sanger som denne...

Melodi: Bad Moon Rising

I see the Stretford End arising,
I see there's trouble on the way,
So don't go out tonight,
Unless you're Red and White,
I see there's trouble on the way....

MANCHESTER UNITED CALYPSO

En av de største klassikerne, men samtidig en av de sangene som synges mest også i dag. Man pleier å holde seg til refrenget, og når denne sangen settes igang på en irsk pub et eller annet sted i Europa ut på kvelden, DA synges refrenget om og om og om og om igjen...

Now, football is a pleasant game,
Played in the sun, played in the rain,
And the team that gets me excited,
Is Manchester United.

Manchester, Manchester United,
A bunch of bouncing Busby babes,
They deserve to be knighted.

If ever they're playing in your town,
You must get to that football ground,
Take a lesson, come to see,
Football taught by Matt Busby.

Manchester, Manchester United,
A bunch of bouncing Busby babes,
They deserve to be knighted.

They are the greatest team today,
If you don't believe it go see them play,
The type of football, second to none,
'Cos they're at the top of Division One!

Manchester, Manchester United,
A bunch of bouncing Busby babes,
They deserve to be knighted.

It's the greatest thrill that you've ever seen,
They are known as a soccer machine,
They are the best, there is no doubt,
So raise a cheer and give a shout.

Manchester, Manchester United,
A bunch of bouncing Busby babes,
They deserve to be knighted.

Down on Maine Road's greasy pastures,
Play a load of dozy bastards,
Colin Bell, the City ace,
A ruptured duck has got more pace.

Manchester, Manchester United,
A bunch of bouncing Busby babes,
They deserve to be knighted.

PRIDE OF ALL EUROPE

En av de mest populære.

We are just one of those teams,
That you see now and then,
We often score six,
But we seldom score ten,
We beat 'em at home,
And we beat 'em away,
We kill any bastards,
That get in our way.

We are the pride of all Europe,
The cock of the North,
We hate the Scousers,
And Cockneys of course (and Leeds),
We are United,
Without any doubt,
We are the Manchester boys.
Na na na, na na na na na,
Na na na na na - OOOH !

QUE SERA

En sang som dukker opp så snart FA-cupen blåses igang for alvor i januar.
Brukes også av andre lag.

Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be,
We're going to Wembley,
Que sera, sera.

Tell me ma, me ma,
To put the champagne on ice,
We're going to Wembley twice,
Tell me ma, me ma.

ROME OR MANDALAY

Til dem som lurer på hvor Mandalay er så ligger det i Burma, eller Myanmar om du vil.
Tviler vel på om United noen gang kommer til å spille der, men dere skjønner poenget...
Denne hører man også stadig vekk i dag.

If the Reds should play, in Rome or Mandalay,
We'll be there, we'll be there,
Yes, if the Reds should play, in Rome or Mandalay,
Tell the boys that we'll be there.

And we will fight, fight, fight with all our might,
We'll be there, we'll be there,
Yes we will fight, fight, fight with all our might
Tell the boys that we'll be there.

And we'll be drunk, drunk, drunk as f*ckin skunks,
We'll be there, we'll be there,
Yes we'll be drunk, drunk, drunk as f*ckin skunks,
Tell the boys that we'll be there.

TAKE ME HOME

Synges på omtrent hver eneste hjemmekamp.

Take me home, United Road,
to the place, where I belong,
To Old Trafford, to see United,
take me home, United Road

THE FAMOUS MAN UNITED WENT TO ROME TO SEE THE POPE

Noen synes kanskje det er litt rart at United-fans synger "who the f*ck are Man United", men det er utrolig morsomt å stå på bortekamp og synge med når hjemmefansen starter den sangen. Mange forundrede ansiktsuttrykk å se da...

Melodi: Who the f*ck are Man United

The famous Man United went to Rome to see the Pope,
The famous Man United went to Rome to see the Pope,
The famous Man United went to Rome to see the Pope,
And this is what he said...

WHO THE F*CK ARE MAN UNITED,
WHO THE F*CK ARE MAN UNITED,
WHO THE F*CK ARE MAN UNITED,
AS THE REDS GO MARCHING ON, ON, ON!!!

THE RED FLAG

Hvis noen prøver å innbille deg at dette er en sang som Chelsea-fansen skal ha æren for, asså da!!! For dette er en gammel United-klassiker som brukes også i dag.
Men man pleier å holde seg til bare refrenget.

Moderne versjon:

United's flag is deepest red,
It covered all our Munich dead,
Before their limbs grew stiff and cold,
Their hearts blood dyed its every fold.

So keep United's banner high,
Beneath its shade we'll live and die,
So keep the faith and never fear,
We'll keep the red flag flying here