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 frozen in time. He gazed at the tunnel, then broke out in voice ITS TIME TO BEGIN.. LETS HAVE YOU MY BOYS Out from the tunnel appeared a lone figure Same as in life, only infinitely bigger The old man called out as he slowly drew near good evening Duncan, are the rest of you here The figure broke out in wide open smile Good Evening Sir Matt, it has been a long while The rest are all coming, theyll be here soon, As seven more shadows were cast by the moon. Whelan and Bent, Pegg, Taylor and Byrne, Jones , and Colman, they came out in turn. He greeted each one, just by calling their name then proudly announced do you fancy a game They took to the pitch, and the still night was broken By leather on leather, not one word was spoken They played once again, like they did long before And imagined the sound of the Old Trafford roar Edwards called out come on lads lets pretend That weve just scored a goal at the old Stretford End As they ran to the edge of the pitch by the goal There in the stands sat a solitary soul. His eyes were all puffy, his cheeks wet with tears As his mind wandered back to those wonderful years come down and join us they cried all as one yes come down and join them said Matt go on son The lonely man stood and with much pain he said Im afraid I cant play with you, you are all dead. You are all ghosts, and I am alive That was the price that I paid to survive My role was to go on, inspire the team And finally realise Matt Busbys dream To tell of your greatness, and as I get older To burden the weight of your life on my shoulders. The ghost of Sir Matt then raised up his head Giving out a loud groan, he finally said Bobby, You survived, that much is true But we wouldnt be here if it were not for you For you are the one who has kept us alive That was the reason you had to survive If you were with us, all we have would be gone And the game that we play could no longer go on If you cant understand why it happened this way Then come here and watch when United play They sing about us, they remember us all We live and we breathe with each kick of the ball The legends that live here, Robson and Best, Cantona, Law, Giggs, Scholes and the rest They are us, we are them, we are all here as one And that is the reason United goes on So come down and join us, were begging you do You are still one of us, and were still one of you And then Bobbys face rose and he gave them a smile And he said I would love to come play for a while They played and they played, as they did in the past Only not quite as skilful, and not quite as fast And when it was over, and when it was done Theyd defeated Benfica by four goals to one. Then Sir Matt said lads, its been fun you know But Its now Christmas day, and we really must go They walked to the front of the stadium and turned And Sir Bobby said there is something Ive learned You did not die, on that February night Youre still here with us, as youre with me tonight And youll live on forever as long as we play As the ghosts disappeared down Sir Matt Busby way.... ---------- Its a long emotional read, but it is appropriate today of all days
Posted on: Wed, 05 Feb 2014 15:37:47 +0000
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