In February 1958 there was an event which nearly brought Manchester United Football Club to an end.

I don’t need to say much more about it. All of you know about the tragic night of February 6th, 1958.

Munich air disaster

I did forget about the date and it’s thanks to Peke, one the contributors to F&M who reminded me – and told me about a track on a single that Morrissey released in 2004.

The single was Irish Blood, English Heart. The B side… yes I know there are no B sides anymore... is his tribute to those lost that night:

Mozza » Morrissey – Munich Air Disaster 1958

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

– Two years later The Futureheads created a song (which was also used as the album title – and the title for this post) which recalled the events and is their tribute:

The Futureheads » The Futureheads – News and Tributes

Cut down in their prime,
In silence, on that day,
February 58, they got what they need,
From Belgrade and back home to sleep.

More than a name, to millions,
What could have been changed,
By all the boys leaving Munich on that day,
The snow came and sent them to sleep.

CHORUS

(This, fall, was, greater than them all)
News and tributes come leaking (in)
As all eyes turn to Rome,
I forgotten the sadness (feel)
Voices turn us towards.

Cut down in their prime,
In silence, on that day,
February 58, they got what they need,
From Belgrade and back home to sleep.

CHORUS

(This, fall, was, greater than them all)
News and tributes come leaking (in)
As all eyes turn to Rome,
I forgotten the sadness (feel),
Voices turn us towards.
They’re still singing despite the (years)
Sending them back into Rome,
There’s a ringing in the (ears),
That lasts them here to war.

News and tributes,
(Lick it in
Lick it in,
Lick it in)

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