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Our Busby Babe

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Our Busby Babe

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 From Malvern Crescent to Manchester
A Busby Babe ordained,
A future star in the making
Latent skills to be unchained.
Duncan Edwards was his name
Black Country born and bred,
No prima donna footballer
He just kept a level head.
On that fateful day in Munich
Just twenty-one years of age,
A performer with much talent
Departed from the stage.
Five thousand stood in silence
And lined the streets to mourn,
A local lad from Dudley
The town where he was born.

Notes

I was only two years of age when Duncan died but by all acounts he was a great footballer.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/our-busby-babe/