"This programme contains strong language, and scenes some viewers may find disturbing." "WIND WHISTLES" "BAND PLAYS" "'At a signal, the Marines move in 'for the final assault in their atomic manoeuvres." "'For the leather-necks, a dress rehearsal." "'For the scientists, a cleaner nuclear weapon." "'Sports news." "'The pride of Manchester United prepare for the new football season." "'Having overcome older, more experienced teams 'to claim last season's First Division League championship, 'can the Busby Babes repeat their triumph in the forthcoming season?" "'" "Course we can." "Silly question." "'And so, to meet the players." "'Team captain, Barnsley's Mark Jones..." "'CHEERING" "'Yorkshire winger, David Pegg..." "'That's me, that." "'Manchester's very own Eddie Colman, 'and Dudley's finest, Black Country wing-half and England hero, Duncan Edwards." "'Manager Matt Busby and trusted coach Jimmy Murphy have put the lie 'to the sceptics who said they'd win nothing with such young players." "'Other teams can only wonder who'll be the next talented youngster 'to join the ranks of the mighty Busby Babes.'" "Oi, oi." "Oi, oi, oi, oi!" "He was at the CITY match on the weekend." "Yeah, all right, Colman." "He was." "Ask him." "You weren't, were you?" "Please tell me that you weren't." "It's Molly." "Here he goes." "Hiding behind a lass." "She's a City supporter." "She likes me to go with her." "See, that's where you went wrong." "The first question you ask a girl is, "Are you a Red or a Blue?"" "He's right." "Are you listening, Bobby?" "The kings of romance, here!" "I do fine, playing t'field." "Oh, yeah, yeah." "He's a right Casanova, yeah, in his own head." "WHISTLE" "Am I standing out there for my own health?" "Come on, then, lads, you heard him." "Let's have you." "Keep the energy up, come on." "Come on, you call that running?" "!" "My granny could do better than you lot." "She's been dead 20 years!" "Put some energy into it." "Football's a simple game." "You win the ball, you pass the ball, you score a goal." "All else is embellishment." "Thank the Lord our God we do not embellish on natural beauty." "The ball's round to go around." "What is it?" "PLAYERS MUMBLE" "Pardon?" "!" "PLAYERS:" "Round to go around!" "Back." "Give it back." "One touch only." "That was two." "Good boy, Duncan." "Never mind England - you're almost good enough to play for Wales!" "First team with me, come on." "Rest of you come with me." "Come on, gather round." "Come on, Bobby, let's have you." "KNOCKS ON DOOR" "Young Bobby?" "Hello." "Er, Mr Murphy, can I have a word, please?" "Of course you can." "Um, when do you think the boss is going to give me my chance?" "When he thinks you're ready." "I've been here for three years.I've done everything you've asked.I should bloody well think so!" "Be asking for more." "More hours, more work, more training." "Never saw a player have a heart attack from working too hard." "Eh, Bert?" "Never, Jim." "Aye." "It's just seeing the others make it through." "I..." "Come with me, come on." "Old Trafford." "This pitch sits in the middle of the largest industrial estate in the country." "Over there, that's where the cotton boys stand." "There's the joiners, the dockers, the millers." "Nothing in common until they're here." "We are their pride..." "at the end of the week." "We set the world to rights for them." "At least till Sunday morning." "And we owe them the best." "Now, you want to play in front of them, me and Mr Busby need to know you'll give us the best in front of these 80,000, 3pm on a Saturday." "But right now, this ground, this club, owes Mr Bobby Charlton exactly nothing." "Are you going to bleat or work?" "That separates those who make it from those who don't." "I-I'm going to work." "We're doing great things, Bobby." "It's all here for you, I promise." "How many feet have you got?" "Two." "Why aren't you using both?" "Erm..." "I've always preferred me right." "Ever practise with your left?" "Play with your left?" "No." "No?" "So how do you know you prefer your right?" "See that wall?" "Left foot, then right, then left, then right." "As much power as you can muster." "Shoot at that wall for an hour every day, at least." "And try and make sure no-one else is around." "Why's that?" "We don't want everyone knowing how good you are." "Not yet." "Go on." "An hour, mind, at least." "All right?" "No, if you're in range of the goal and you fancy your chances..." "Never look up." "Just hit it low and hard, through the top of the ball." "Oh, no, if I don't look, I'll definitely miss." "If you don't know where it's going, neither does their keeper." "Crowd forgives a player who shoots and misses." "They never forgive a player who had a chance and doesn't." "Did you never want to be a manager?" "No..." "No, I'm not so good at tugging my forelock, dealing with the board." "No..." "Mr Busby, he's the diplomat." "I'm a coach." "You put me on the grass, I can see the future on a foggy day." "THEY CHUCKLE" "That's my reward." "Seeing that spark, watching it flame." "Do you not miss playing?" "No." "Like an ache in my gut." "Cherish every touch, lads." "It goes so quick." "THEY LAUGH" "I wouldn't let him get away with that." "I can listen to him all night." "What more do I need to do to get into the team?" "Keep working, keep smiling." "Time'll come." "That's easy for you to say, with your England cap at 17." "Everybody loves you, mighty Duncan Edwards." "I went through the same as you, and I grafted every hour of every day." "I didn't get handed a place in the team." "I stole one." "It's a struggle to get in the team." "It's a struggle to stay in." "But if you don't have the guts to fight for that for the next 15 years of your life, you'd best get back on the train home." "Which would be stupid, cos you're bloody good, actually." "Morning, Boss." "How's he doing?" "Top scorer in the Altrincham League." "Last match was 12-0." "Bobby scored the majority." "And he's here every morning?" "An hour earlier than the rest, stays an hour later." "Yeah, he's a thoroughbred." "Well, don't ruin him, then." "Come on, put some energy into it." "Morning, chiefs." "Duncan." "So, are you ready to face the might of the Football League?" "Mr Busby, I want us to understand each other absolutely." "The Football League expressly forbids this club from participating in the new European competition this season." "What?" "!" "Mr Hardaker, I'm not sure you have the authority to do that." "I prevented Chelsea competing last year, and I'll do the same with you." "I'm not sure that you will." "I have the full backing of the Manchester United board in saying we're champions of England." "We have every right to compete in Europe." "But why would you want to?" "What do you want from this?" "Money?" "Glory?" "In some tuppenny competition which'll fizzle out in a year." "I don't think so." "And, erm..." "we've already agreed to participate." "I see." "HE CLEARS HIS THROAT" "Might I remind you, Mr Busby, that your first duty is to the Football League." "My first duty is to football." "This club... and its fans." "The league fixture list..." "Will be honoured." "I'll make sure of it." "I don't think you understand..." "Did you ever play, Mr Hardaker?" "What was YOUR best position?" "How many cups did you hold?" "How many caps did you gain?" "Hmm?" "No." "You're a league man." "A man of tables, graphs and points." "Me and Jimmy here, we're men of grass and boots and... beauty." "The game of football doesn't belong to you." "Don't tell me what I can do within it." "Now, if that's everything..." "This won't be the last." "Thank you for your time, sir." "GROANING" "Does that hurt?" "No." "How about this?" "Argh..." "Aye!" "Take a week." "Don't put any pressure on it." "HE SIGHS" "You've no call feeling sorry for yourself." "I've got half the bloody team injured." "Hey, Bobby!" "The old man wants to see you." "But it's Friday." "He picks the team on a Friday." "I know." "Come on, then, get dressed!" "How's the ankle?" "Ankle?" "It's near the end of your leg." "Physio says it's bothering you." "No..." "No, it's fine." "Ah." "You're playing tomorrow." "In the team?" "No, in the brass band!" "Aye, in the team." "Oh, my." "Thank you, sir." "Thank you." "I won't let you down, I promise." "I hope not." "MUFFLED CHATTER" "Thank you very much, Mrs W, that was delicious." "You've got an appetite on you." "You should put your rent up." "I might do, you never know." "The rent might go up." "I can barely stand on me right foot, Duncan." "How am I going to play?" "I'm going to be useless." "He's right, lads." "Let's tell the old man." "Bobby doesn't want to play tomorrow." "Don't you ruddy dare, Eddie." "Stick a cold compress on it." "Come five to three, take it off." "But then I won't sleep." "What's that?" "Glass of sherry, half an hour, you'll be out for the count." "No, no." "Peggy, I don't like sherry." "Medicinal!" "Yes, good lad!" "Oooh." "Never fails." "You'll sleep like a baby." "Can I help you, son?" "Oh." "Oh, I'm sorry, Officer." "I..." "I couldn't sleep." "Won't help stood here." "I..." "I just..." "I had to see it." "Football club doesn't want people like you hanging around this time of the morning." "Off you go now." "Oh, no, I'm in the team." "I..." "I'm going to play for Manchester United here..." "Tomorrow..." "Today!" "Of course you are, son." "And I'm opening the batting at Lord's a week Tuesday." "Go on, get off home." "CHEERING" "Bobby." "CHATTER AND LAUGHTER" "Oi, oi, here he is." "Put it on, then." "Or are you going to stand there all afternoon?" "Go on, Bobby, lad!" "All right, lads, Boss is in." "Boss is in." "Charlton Athletic." "You know the drill." "You've worked all week for this." "Watch out for the big number 9." "He's faster than you think." "Don't get riled by the centre-half." "He'll be mouthing off and nipping at you from the word go." "Keep your shape or they'll find too much space, and when you do get the ball, break fast." "They won't be able to keep up." "Stay focused." "And you..." "Don't play their game." "Play yours." "Yes?" "ALL:" "Yes, Boss!" "Jimmy..." "Anyone in today from Doncaster?" "Go on, Peggy." "THEY CHEER" "Good." "Happy days in sunny Doncaster." "What about Salford?" "Any Salford lads in?" "Ah, there he is." "Have we got Barnsley?" "That'll be me, Boss." "Yes, the brass bands of Barnsley, good lad." "Anyone in from the beautiful Black Country?" "Yes!" "Deadly!" "Dudley!" "The North East?" "Beautiful!" "New addition from the North East!" "What about..." "Charlton?" "No?" "Oh..." "Good." "Because I bloody hate Charlton." "Apples and pears, jellied eels, Pearly Kings?" "Shut up, you south-London sods!" "ALL:" "Yes!" "Come on!" "Am I right?" "!" "ALL:" "Yes." "Am I right?" "!" "ALL:" "Yes!" "Then let's go!" "THEY ALL SHOUT" "What the bloody hell's he doing?" "Exercises." "Does 'em before every game." "He's about to play 90 minutes of football, that's the exercise!" "Duncan Edwards, sir." "I've followed your career for the last ten years." "I've got enormous admiration for you." "Thanks." "But reputations mean nothing here." "Come anywhere near me on that pitch, I'll kick you over the far stand." "All right, Chief?" "What am I doing here?" "You're ready." "Wish I was you, right now." "Come on, lads, we haven't come here for nothing!" "Come on, lads, come on!" "We're moving!" "COMMENTATOR: 'Eddie Colman, inside to David Pegg." "Passes to Bobby Charlton, who shoots." "'And it's a goal!" "And United are unstoppable today." "'Duncan Edwards pressing forward again." "Charlton are really on the back foot here." "'Over to Charlton, who shoots again and it's a goal!" "He's scored again.'" "♪ There's only one Bobby Charlton. ♪ Put us down." "♪ There's only one Bobby Charlton!" "One Bobby Charlton!" "♪" "Hey, two goals on your debut." "I'd call that showing off." "No, that was everything you've taught me." "I wasn't out there." "No..." "Take the credit." "Enough people'll be modest for you." "Go and get showered." "Go on." "Proud of you, chief." "You're just kids." "How can you win like that when you're just kids?" "THEY LAUGH" "♪ Now, football is a pleasant game" "♪ Played in the sun Played in the rain" "♪ And the team that gets me excited" "♪ Manchester United" "♪ Manchester... ♪" "'It's the start of a new year, and the Busby Babes are unstoppable." "'Last season's League champions and European Cup semifinalists are 'top of the league and back in Europe for a second season.'" "♪ Take a lesson, come to see" "♪ Football taught by Matt Busby" "♪ And Manchester... ♪ Manchester United" "♪ A bunch of bouncing Busby Babes... ♪" "'In the quarterfinals of the European Cup, the mighty Reds now face an away target 'against Red Star Belgrade." "'Having won the first leg 2-1 at Old Trafford, the Babes will travel behind the lron Curtain, 'to Yugoslavia, hoping to make the semifinal for the second season in a row." "'Don't forget to wash behind your ears, boys.'." "THEY LAUGH" "I've got Mr Hardaker on the line from the Football League." "Thank you, Alma." "Wish me luck." "PHONE RINGS" "Mr Hardaker, sir." "What can I do for you, Mr Busby?" "I wanted to enquire about the possibility of shifting our match against Wolverhampton Wanderers on Saturday, February 8th." "I'm afraid that's impossible." "Well, we've the return leg in Belgrade on the Wednesday, and it's a long journey back." "League rules require you to be back in England at least 24 hours before kick-off." "What this club has done in Europe is good for the country." "Good for our football's reputation internationally." "'We've proven that we can compete with the best in the world.'The fixture schedule will not be held hostage to the whims of your jaunts, Mr Busby." "You are required to be back in England by Friday 7th in order to fulfill your fixture on the 8th." "Failure to do so will result in a points deduction." "Now, was there anything else?" "Good save, Harry." "You're chartering a private plane?" "I'll not give Hardaker any fuel for his fire." "We'll fulfil all our fixtures in Europe and at home." "And we'll win 'em all." "You lot get to fly privately the one match I'm on international duty." "Well, if you want to manage Wales, you miss out on the treats." "There's no greater treat than a packed Ninian Park." "What doyou think of the new goalie?" "23,500 quid?" "We could have bought all of Doncaster, never mind the goalie." "Keeper's!" "He's an animal." "Flippin' heck, Chief." "But he's our animal." "I command the penalty area." "You don't touch the ball unless I shout you." "My territory within these lines." "Understood?" "Very much so." "Goes for yous lot an' all." "Do as he says." "I don't care what went on here before." "Do as I say within these white lines or I'll kick your arses from here to Tuesday." "We're off to t'Plaza on Saturday, if you fancy it, Harry." "Yeah." "I'm here to win matches, not join a social club." "You Babes carry on, I'm well enough off for friends." "Up it goes, up it goes!" "Well done, Harry." "Goalies, they're all t'same." "♪ Clap your hands and stomp your feet" "♪ Oh gee, what a thrill" "♪ No, you can't keep still" "♪ Your blues will slowly fade away... ♪." "Evening, lads." "How are you?" "♪ When you hear the music play" "♪ Those are tunes of the day" "♪ You will surely swing and sway. ♪." "Cheers." "Right, here we are." "Congratulations." "Good result." "Yep." "Here's to..." "Why don't you ask someone to dance?" "Oh, no, I'm not that good at starting conversation." "I bet there's plenty of girls would like you." "So long as you follow the golden rule." "Don't tell 'em you're a footballer." "Why's that?" "Maximum playing wage is £15 a week, and your career's over by 40, if you're lucky." "What girl's going to gamble on those prospects?" "Molly did." "She's special." "Tell 'em you're a plumber or carpenter." "They'll be more interested then." "That is the worst advice." "Don't listen to him." "So have you two set a date or...?" "Next summer, maybe, in the closed season." "Once we've had chance to save." "Gives you time to find a girl to bring along to the wedding." "Come on." "Where are you taking me?" "Let's go to the bar." "Hiya." "You're Bobby Charlton." "Yes." "Aye, I am." "Hmm." "So, um, you nervous about going to Yugoslavia, then?" "I hear they've got no food there." "Oh." "I quite like dancing." "Oh!" "Come on." "Come on!" "Give us your hands." "♪ When that thrill is done That's where the love is strong... ♪." "You're a natural." "♪ That's the way it should be" "♪ Ooh!" "♪ When you hold my hand" "♪ Say that I'm your man" "♪ When you hold me tight I feel good" "♪ Feel good" "♪ Hmm... ♪" "Private plane." "This is how movie stars live, lads." "Do you think he does request stops?" "Cos I fancy a week in the Bahamas!" "All right scruff-bags, let's be having you in a line." "Man wants a photograph." "God knows why." "I think your ugly mugs would put people off buying newspapers." "Come on, look like movie stars, lads." "One more, please." "CAMERA CLICKS" "Thanks, boys." "DOG BARKS" "He looks friendly, don't he, that one?" "Cheerful Charlie." "Jimmy's well out of this trip." "This bag..." "Why do they need to check our bags, anyway?" "In case you bring in anything that'll undermine the communist system." "I am - me winning boots." "Red Star are going to be Dead Starby the time I've finished with 'em.Lads, shut up, they can hear you." "Open your bag, please." "It's hungry job, football?" "We have food here in Belgrade, too." "We also have a good football team." "You come a long way to be beaten." "Aye, well, we're not so sure about that." "'At the final whistle in Belgrade, 3-3 on the day." "'Manchester United go through 5-4 on aggregate 'to the semifinals of the European Cup." "'Their next opponents - the formidable AC Milan.'" "Peggy, what do you make of this stuff?" "Paint stripper?" "It's vodka, a present from them." "Just take it, you miserable git." "Right, ladies and gents, can I have your attention, please?" "I thought it might be a nice thing if the lads here shared a bit of our cultural heritage." "Now, listen, don't you leave me pissing into t'wind, lads." "Come on, no excuses." "Nice and steady." "So... ♪ Tha's been a-courting Mary Jane." "ALL: # On Ilkley Moor baht 'at" "♪ Tha's been a-courting Mary Jane" "♪ I know you've been a-courting Mary Jane" "♪ On Ilkley Moor baht 'at... ♪ Come on!" "♪ On Ilkley Moor baht 'at" "♪ On Ilkley Moor baht 'at... ♪ Come on!" "♪ On Ilkley Moor baht 'at On Ilkley Moor baht 'at" "♪ On Ilkley Moor baht 'at!" "♪." "CHEERING AND APPLAUSE" "MAN SINGS" "SINGING CONTINUES" "Give it a rest, will you?" "Oh, Harry..." "You're only grumpy because we skinned you last night, mate." "Them cards were rigged." "Oh, that's foul." "Was it you I caught creeping down the corridors, Colman?" "Hey, shut up about it." "Why?" "All them shoes folk had put outside were for shining." "He was going up the corridor swapping 'em." "Till he realised one pair belonged to the boss." "Yeah." "Spent the night trying to work out what I'd nicked and from where and putting them back." "I'm exhausted." "You're an eejit." "PA: 'Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to land in Munich Airport, 'where we will make a brief stop to refuel the aircraft before continuing on to Manchester." "'So can I ask you at this time to all fasten your seat belts and prepare for landing." "Thank you.'" "Bloody watch is broke." "Get your skis on, boys!" "Did they say it were Munich or Siberia, lads?" "GERMAN ACCENT:" "For you, Tommy, ze European Cup is over!" "Oi, remember what country we're in now." "Oi, Colman, I'll have you for that!" "Come on, then, Peggy." "On the head, Peggy." "Come on, you lot, get inside." "Looks like we'll be getting the train home at this rate, boys." "That'll be a laugh!" "At least we can sting Greggy out the rest of his wages." "You can try." "The train won't get us home in time, lads." "We'd have points deducted." "They wouldn't do that." "Not really." "Is it me or does this tea taste off?" "That's because it's coffee, you wassock." "Round up the boys." "OK, plane's ready, boys." "Let's be having you." "Come on, boys, let's go." "Hurry up!" "We're late." "I know." "How do you get three aces again?" "Luck of the draw, skill of the player." "I think you've got 'em up your sleeve." "Huh." "ENGINES ROAR" "Here we go." "ENGINES FALTER" "Are we slowing down?" "Oh, what..." "PA: 'Apologies, ladies and gentlemen." "A small technical problem." "'We've had to abort take-off." "'We're going to return to the top of the runway and make another attempt.'" "MURMURING" "Do you think they need us to go out and give it a push?" "Or do we get a night out on Munich town?" "We'll be off again in a minute." "If not, Bert will have you doing circuits round the runway." "Run off last night's booze, boys." "ENGINES ROAR" "Crikey, Moses." "PA: 'I'm sorry, we're having a few technical difficulties, 'so I'm afraid we're going to have to return to the terminal and disembark while we take a look.'" "What's going on?" "All OK?" "Just a telegram to my landlady." "She worries." "Thank you." "Gentlemen, the pilot says it's safe to make another attempt." "Oh, thank you." "All right, lads, back on the plane." "Come on, back on the plane!" "Soon be home." "Boss?" "You all right?" "Aye." "Jonesy." "I'm sorry, lads, I'm..." "I'm just not feeling good about this." "Where you going?" "I'm going to sit at the back." "They reckon it's safer back there." "Who's they?" "Come on, Colman." "You coming, Bobby?" "Er... aye." "Can you put your seat belt on, please, sir?" "Sir, can you sit down, please, sir?" "You're grand where you are, Bobby." "Sit down, please." "See you in a bit." "We're going to get ourselves fucking killed here." "We'll die in Germany and don't even speak bloody German!" "Are we even in the air?" "CHILD SCREAMS" "PEOPLE SCREAM" "We're not taking off here!" "SCREAMING" "SILENCE" "CLICKING" "WIND WHISTLES" "Bobby!" "You all right?" "Aye, I think so." "Yeah?" "All right?" "I'm just cold." "I'm so cold." "You're all right.You're on your feet!" "OK." "You need to try and help, son." "All right?" "Where are the others?" "Do you know?" "I got some out the plane." "There's a woman and a baby." "I need you to look and help!" "Look and help!" "You OK?" "Yeah?" "Bobby!" "Help me with the boss." "It's his legs." "Hurry up!" "GROANING" "Bobby, we have to get him upright." "Into the van." "MATT GROANS" "Get the doors open!" "It's a coal van." "We need ambulances!" "It'll have to do." "Get him in!" "Right, start the van." "Come on!" "Bobby!" "I..." "I dragged him about 20 yards." "There were more." "There were more I..." "I couldn't help." "You got them out, though." "You went back in and you got them out." "There were so many of 'em, Bobby." "What's your name?" "Robert Charlton." "And your address?" "Why are you doing this?" "I'm from the British Consulate." "I've been asked to identify survivors so as we can ascertain the... the extent of our losses." "Mr Charlton?" "Mr Charlton!" "Mr Charlton." "MAN GROANS" "DOCTOR SPEAKS GERMAN" "GROANING" "Sorry." "HE SPEAKS GERMAN" "Sorry." "No, I don't speak German." "Are you all right?" "Am I all right?" "I'm a footballer." "I'm just a footballer." "I was in Yugoslavia." "I was just playing football." "And now people are dying around me!" "You ask me if I'm all right?" "!" "You think..." "Where are my mates?" "Get off me." "Where are my mates?" "Where are my mates?" "Be calm." "Be calm." "No!" "You will be OK." "Be calm." "Ssh..." "CHEERFUL WHISTLING" "Here you are, Alma, have an orange." "Israel's finest." "Look at that." "Now, shall we..." "The plane's crashed..." "have a little drink while the cat's away?" "Uh-huh." "What a night." "We're in the semis, and Wales is in the World Cup." "Who'd have thought it!" "All in one day." "Not in my lifetime." "Alma?" "The plane's crashed." "What do you mean?" "The team." "We don't know who's alive." "Find out exactly what happened." "Phone the hospital." "Phone the British Embassy." "Get the most precise and detailed information you can." "People will expect us to know." "Right." "'Here is the news." "So far, we know there are 23 survivors 'after Manchester United's air crash at Munich this afternoon." "'The cause of the accident has not yet been quite determined." "'It seems that the aircraft did not really lift from the ground." "'The list of casualties is by no means established, 'and we shall have to leave it entirely to the investigation committee." "'Only six persons escaped more or less unhurt.'" "Um, listen, I don't have any confirmations yet." "There's not really much I can tell you." "Are any of them dead?" "Marion..." "I just want the truth." "We think so." "PEOPLE GASP" "But we don't know who." "We're getting all sorts of conflicting information." "Duncan's all right, though?" "Molly..." "Duncan's not dead?" "I promise - soon as I know, you will." "Jimmy, I'm very sorry, there's a telephone call." "It's the Football League." "Sorry." "Excuse me." "Mr Hardaker." "Mr Murphy." "You have our sincerest condolences." "Do you have a clear picture of what happened?" "No, sir." "Obviously, under the circumstances, the League is prepared to offer a postponement of Saturday's match against Wolverhampton Wanderers." "Thank you." "'Goodbye, sir.'" "JIMMY HANGS UP" "Jimmy, what can you tell us?" "We're still waiting on confirmation of details." "What does this mean for the club?" "It's not the time to be thinking about the club." "This is the time to be thinking about the families who've lost people - players, staff and reporters." "We're... we're praying for everyone." "Thank you, gentlemen." "'At Old Trafford, the saddest football ground in the world, the flags fly at half-mast." "'Manchester United, the finest soccer team Britain has produced since the war, 'and seven of them died in the crash." "'Ten others, as well as their famous manager, Matt Busby, were injured, 'some so seriously that their lives hang in the balance.'" "I'm so sorry." "You speak English?" "Yes." "What happened?" "Who survived?" "Matt Jones." "David Pegg." "Roger Byrne." "Geoffrey Bent." "Liam Whelan." "Tommy Taylor." "Eddie Colman." "Dead." "Which... ones?" "All of them?" "Duncan Edwards." "Does it say anything about Duncan Edwards?" "No." "PA: 'Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Munich International Airport." "Please remain in your seat.'" "He will be fine." "Three months' recovery." "I would say 70% chance of full recovery." "His left leg will never be the same." "It is unlikely he will play again." "His kidneys are very badly damaged." "We do everything we can but I am not God." "That bandage wouldn't look out of place in a cartoon." "I know." "Have you seen Dunc?" "Aye." "He's doing fine." "You want to see him?" "They won't let me." "They're all dead, Jimmy." "I know." "Why did this happen to us?" "I don't know, son." "Everything's in hand." "I don't want you to worry." "Keep the flag flying." "I will, I promise." "It's all my fault." "I can't hear you, Boss." "I said..." "It's all my fault." "No, I don't want to hear that." "It is nothing to do with you." "The plane was my idea." "Rush them back... for the League." "It's all my fault." "Where's me watch?" "Have you seen me watch?" "No, son." "You want me to find it for you?" "What time's our kick-off Saturday, Jimmy?" "Three o'clock." "Get stuck in, Chief." "Oh, we will." "HE SOBS" "I'm heading home." "They're starting to ship the bodies back." "I want to be there." "It's my duty." "Is there anything you want me to do?" "Anyone you want me to see?" "Are you flying home?" "No." "Getting the ferry." "You went back in, Harry." "Went back into the plane when it was burning." "I wasn't thinking." "I could just hear that wee girl crying." "I would never have done that." "You don't know what you can do until you're in that moment." "Why us, Harry?" "What?" "Why did we survive?" "You can't think like that." "'The bodies of 17 men, all aboundingly full of life 'only a few days before, were back in Manchester." "'They had left the city to play, or report, or watch a game of football." "'The tributes of their friends in Germany, 'and Manchester United had made friends all over Europe, 'bore witness to the appalling fate that snatched from them their dearest possession, 'life itself." "'Four bodies of the 21 that came from Munich had been taken off at London Airport." "'Sporting journalists and the incomparable Manchester United have suffered grievous loss." "'Great players and writers who made the sport live for millions at home were borne in a slow cortege." "'Along the route to the club ground, 100,000 people stood in homage." "'Man hath but a little time here below." "'For these poor men, even that little was begrudged them and curtailed." "'Why?" "It is no use to ask." "'The nation, like Manchester, can only mourn.'" "HE BREATHES DEEPLY" "I used to hear them in the corridor, outside my window, laughing and yelling and crashing about." "Be too quiet now." "You all right, Moll?" "Why did they get back on, that last time?" "Plane full of grown men and no-one said, "I think this is a bad idea."" "Why did nobody speak up?" "I mean, were they all that stupid?" "I wasn't there." "I'm so angry with him for not saying anything." "Are you down to keep guard all night?" "We'll look after 'em now." "Thank you." "I watched 'em." "Every home game, I was here." "These lads... they were special." "They're not just the best team." "I mean, course they were." "They were the best loved." "The whole country loved these lads." "We didn't realise it till now." "No." "Bobby?" "What are you doing here?" "I'm your chaperone." "Get you home in one piece." "And before you ask, Hook of Holland to Harwich." "Ferry's already booked." "You didn't have to come, Jimmy." "I-I could have sorted myself out." "Now, have you been in to see Duncan yet?" "What are they saying about his chances?" "They gave the boss the Last Rites, and he's going to be fine." "I've stopped listening to predictions." "He's your friend, get in to see him." "Although one thing..." "He doesn't know about the others." "Doctors thought the shock might be too much, so..." "I'll take that, go on." "Where the bloody hell have you been?" "I've been up here on me tod." "Sorry." "Ah, you're not the only one." "Eddie, Jonesy, Pegg - not seen hide nor hair." "What are you all playing at?" "I need a drink." "Have you seen the nurse?" "No." "I can never seem to get a drink." "I'm tired." "I hate lying here." "I just want to be playing." "Hey." "Got Milan next." "We'll have a grin on that trip." "If I can get a drink." "I'll see you back in England." "Alma said Stan Cullis telephoned, saying if there was anything they could do to help..." "Good man, Stan." "Not long now." "Bobby?" "Hello, Mum." "Everyone's been asking." "They can't wait to see you." "We've been on pins all this time." "Taxi'll take us to the station." "You get in." "I should have been there for them." "Oh, thank God that you weren't, cos you've got a job to do." "We all have." "Alma?" "Jimmy." "Hello." "You're kidding." "Oh, that's just this morning's delivery." "What are we going to do with it all?" "We're sorting it into categories." "Letters to the families, condolences for the club, letters to players who've passed and, um, contributions." "What do you mean?" "People aren't just sending cards and flowers." "They're sending money for the families." "Children sending their pocket money." "We're keeping a tally of who sent what and to whom." "How can we afford all these secretaries?" "We can't." "They're doing it for nothing." "They wanted to do something, too." "Thank you, ladies." "You're welcome." "Herr Doktor!" "I want you to be strong, Bobby." "He's gone, lad." "They did everything they could." "With a bit of luck and a fair tail wind," "I think we should be able to put out a team for the match against Sheffield Wednesday." "It'll be a make-do-and-mend team, but we can do it." "Jimmy, it's not that simple." "Those players weren't insured." "No." "We just don't have enough money to bring in new people." "No." "Now, we've talked about this and we've come to a decision." "As an option, we think it is both practical and honourable." "For the time being, we're going to shut down Manchester United Football Club." "Hear!" "Hear!" "No." "Not..." "No." "This club's needed more than ever now." "Now be honest." "You'll never get enough players to pull on a Manchester United shirt in so short a space of time." "I can do it." "Can't be done." "Don't tell me what can't be done!" "When Matt Busby brought me here, they told us it couldn't be done." "That Manchester United would never make a success, couldn't win the League playing kids, couldn't match the best teams in Europe, and we proved them wrong." "So, with respect, sir, it can be done." "It will be done." "You're letting your grief dictate your actions." "What else have we got?" "There's no virtue..." "Grief's our fuel now." "It's not practical." "Let me speak." "I know those lads better than anyone." "I found them." "I nurtured them." "I stood with them, morning, noon and night, through pissing rain, and gales and snow." "They let me mould their lives from the ground up, and they repaid me." "They repaid this club with their skill and their passion, and now their lives." "I'll not reward them by buckling." "Jimmy... we all want to honour the memory of those who died." "No, no." "No, it's not about their memory." "It's about showing who we are to the world." "Showing we'll not be bowed by tragedy." "Because how we are in the future will be founded on how we behave today." "I am putting out a team." "You'll have to manhandle me from this building before I'll stop." "Any questions?" "Alma, I need more players if we're to make it through." "Have you got that list?" "Clubs here, phone numbers there.Right." "Are you all right, Jimmy?" "Well, this is what we do now, isn't it?" "We got six days, no money, we need a whole new team." "Hello, me old pal." "Now listen, you know we're short." "Who have you got twiddling their toes?" "Hello, it's Jimmy Murphy." "Yes, I'm looking for players." "Any players." "If he can run and knows what a ball looks like, I'll take him." "None of us would want it to be this way." "You're our hopes for the future." "But the first team needs help." "I need to bring some of you forward." "This is your moment, lads." "Show me if you're ready." "Has he said anything about coming back?" "He's not said 'owt." "He used to laugh and sing all day." "Now nothing." "I'll just have a word." "Oh, and there was me thinking you'd lost the knack of smiling." "Yard's looking good." "So..." "Match coming up." "Sheffield Wednesday." "Harry Gregg and Bill Foulkes have declared themselves fit to play." "I just need you now, Bobby." "Listen..." "Jimmy, look, I know how much you've done for me, honestly." "But I'll not change me mind." "Let the game heal things." "But it can't, Jimmy." "How am I going to pass to another player, knowing he's not Duncan?" "How can I watch people pulling on shirts that don't belong to them?" "The lads are in every corner of the club for me." "They are the club to me." "Without them, it's not Manchester United." "Bobby, the one thing you and I have now is each other." "Those lads can live on, in us, if we fight..." "If we realise neither of us is alone." "Remember how you started?" "Remember why you loved the game?" "I need you." "Don't be another one who died out there." "I know." "I know." "Liverpool..." "Yeah, I-I just need to talk to Mr Taylor." "and Nottingham Foresthave offered what they can." "No, no, love, no." "No." "I know." "Stop crying now." "You can't just come in here." "Can I help you?" "Bishop Auckland." "The amateurs." "You've come all this way?" "Whatever you need us to do." "You are not in this on your own, Mr Murphy." "Just a second, love." "Have you ever run a set of trials?" "Oh, aye." "WHISTLE" "Right, gentlemen." "Keep that pace up." "We're going toside-steps after this." "Oh, no." "Don't take this the wrong way, but I think your best days might be behind you." "Line up on the 18-yard box, please." "One touch, put the ball past Mr Harry Gregg, please." "Right, who's first?" "Rubbish." "Really?" "You proud of that, son?" "You'll only do that once." "Get his name." "Is this yours?" "Yeah." "Yes." "Yes, yes!" "Yes, here!" "'And in sports news, Manchester United will tonight play Sheffield Wednesday 'in the re-arranged FA Cup quarterfinal tie postponed...'" "Photographer from the local paper, sold it to the nationals." "Trying to make a bloody name for himself." "The cheeky bugger." "What's his name?" "I wouldn't mind having a little word in his ear." "Eh?" "Intruding on people like that." "Oh, it's all right." "Aye, but you should be able to walk down your own back lane, man." "Exactly." "How's Marie's hip now, anyway?" "Is it...?" "Oh, don't, son." "That hip is the most variable joint in the history of medicine." "Temperamental doesn't even begin to cover it." "It only plays up when she wants a cup of tea or a sandwich making." "But when she's got something to do for herself, yeah, when there's bingo, there's this miraculous recovery." "Five doctors all said the same thing." "There's nowt wrong with it." "Uncle Tommy?" "What?" "Can you drive me?" "Where to?" "Er, Manchester." "I need to be at Old Trafford." "I thought you said you weren't going to play." "No, I'm not." "I-I just need to be there." "Well, if it's all right with your Uncle Tommy." "Yeah, aye." "I'll just, er..." "Finish me pint first." "We might not make it in time, you know." "We will if I put me foot down, man." "Hey, I'm in a Western." "Last stagecoach out of town." "Oh, bloody hell!" "That's all we need, eh?" "I want a slash." "Oh, come on, Tommy." "Away, man." "You sign here." "Quick photograph..." "Welcome to the club." "Good lad." "There you are." "Sign here." "Quick photograph..." "Well done." "Now, an hour till kick-off." "We've got to find you a kit." "That's it, Alma." "Right, we're nearly there." "Not be long." "Nurse." "Come here." "Ra... radio." "Get... get me the radio." "Rah-dee-oh." "Und schnell." "Oh, God, the programme." "Mr Hardman's written a lovely article." ""Manchester United will go on."" "No names." "I didn't know I'd have 11 players till this morning." "Feels right, it being blank." "Like it doesn't matter who the players are." "It's about the club." "Bloody hell." "The foundations will start collapsing if this noise carries on." "I thought someone was pulling my leg when they told me you were here." "Welcome home, Bobby." "Thanks for bringing him." "Aye, well, we didn't have much choice." "He was that definite about it." "For you, gentlemen, best seats in the house." "Thank you." "Apart from ours." "Will you sit with me?" "Aye." "Do... do you mind if I-I say a quick hello?" "Go on." "I'll see you later, son." "See you, Bobby." "Thank you." "All right, Bobby?" "All right, Bobby?" "You're back, then?" "No, I'm..." "I'm just visiting." "Right." "Harry..." "No!" "I..." "Get out!" "Some of us have got a game to win." "Good luck." "See you at training on Monday." "'Bill Foulkes wins the toss for Manchester United against Sheffield Wednesday, 'and it's the most dramatic game Busby's Babes have ever played." "'Wednesday, in the striped shirts, kick off." "'Less than a fortnight after the Munich air crash, 'the Babes are fielding a scratch side for a fifth round FA Cup tie, 'and apart from Foulkes himself, the only member of the original team is goalie Harry Gregg.'." "Come on, lads." "I'll be in training on Monday." "Good lad." "Cos we got a right old job on our hands!" "Come on!" "'Old Trafford has seen so many great days, 'but for a brilliant triumph over disaster, 'surely none will ever be as great as this." "'And Bobby Charlton scores the goal that beats Fulham 'and takes Manchester United to Wembley for the FA Cup final to face Bolton Wanderers." "'It was a feat no-one thought possible, 'coming only three months after the Munich tragedy 'that devastated the team.'" "They're ready for you." "Um... a lesser man... couldn't have kept this club going." "Are we doing this talk or not?" "Boss!" "I'm fine." "I'm fine." "CHATTER AND LAUGHTER" "SILENCE FALLS" "You've, er..." "You've seen the new badges on your shirts." "A phoenix." "Rising from the ashes." "So... just you, um... follow Jimmy's instructions." "You're at Wembley Stadium." "Cherish this moment cos you never know when it'll come again." "To get this far has been a miracle." "We've already won just by being here." "Whatever happens out there today..." "I am proud... of each and every one of you." "You all know your jobs, out you go!" "Go on, lads." "♪ Devotion is the key to the lock that holds your dreams" "♪ Sending whispers from afar" "♪ Has his ways to find your heart" "♪ And all the things you never said" "♪ You must now see them all" "♪ Devotion gets you up" "♪ On those mornings in the dark" "♪ When you fumble for the light" "♪ Asking what your day'll be like" "♪ And answers with a call" "♪ As devotion leads you on" "♪ There you go" "♪ With your head full of ideas" "♪ lt shows there's a purpose in your feet" "♪ Let it fall down in a crowd" "♪ Let it part, don't leave it cold" "♪ Stay" "♪ Miss loving arms... ♪"