He came, he saw, he conquered. He left :’) #ThankYouSirAlex #MUFC #United
People were created to be loved while things were created to be used. The reason the world is in CHAOS is that things are being loved and people are being used! #thought
A Story from Dawn to Dusk
Doesn't matter how slow it goes as long as it doesn't stop
ManUnitedDaily: Match Report: United 1 - 2 Madrid (2-3)
How do you some up a match and an occasion like that in words? I’ll try my best, but it will be difficult to describe every inkling emotion that ultimately broke million of hearts by the end of the night.
Sir Alex Ferguson caused the early shock, dropping Wayne Rooney and opting to start Giggs…
Thanks for nothing Mr. Cakir and good luck to Turkish Airlines trying to renew their contract! xD #nice
One night the moon saw me crying over him, it asked me “Why don’t you leave him if he makes you feel that way?” I replied “Well how would you feel if you left the sky?”
Hung Up
I cant wake up, I’m living a nightmare that keeps playing over again. Locked in a room, so hung up on you and you’re cool with just being friends. Open up your heart tonight cause I could be all that you need. I’m just too scared to tell you the truth cause my heart it can’t take any more, broken and bruised, longing for you. And I don’t know what I’m waiting for you. Left on the sidelines, stuck at a red light waiting for my time, so just tell me. Why don’t you give me a reason? please tell me the truth. You know that I’ll keep believing until I’m with you. I can feel your heart tonight, it’s killing me.
“David has shown his character because he has taken a lot of criticism, sometimes unfair criticism. But what we at United are good at is developing people, bit by bit. It’s like a young child learning to walk. He moves forward, he wobbles. He gets up, wobbles, gets up again and now he’s walking.”
- Sir Alex Ferguson
The Flowers Of Manchester
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 runaway disaster followed close,
There was slush upon that runaway 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 brave Jack Blanchflower will never play
again,
The great Matt Busby lay there, the father of his 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 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..
