Sir Matt Busby
¶ 1
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Man of blood
Not impenetrable stone
Who gathered genius
Like fish in a net
Father figure whose beloved sons
Perished in the Munich snow
But whose spirit remained resolute
Unbroken
To find its peace in 1968
upon a Wembley turf
Graced by the fires of Best, Charlton, Eusebio…
And there resurrected
with the stolen hopes of youth
The scattered tears of benediction…
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