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Twas the night before Christmas

Mon Dec 24, 2018 8:13 pm

T’was the night before Christmas, Old Trafford was bare.

The staff all gone home, there was nobody there...

The lights cast a shadow, a soft glimmer which

Lit up the soft green grass on the pitch.


Just as the clock gave out its twelfth chime,

An old man appeared, as if frozen in time.

He gazed at the tunnel, then broke out in voice,



Out from the tunnel appeared a lone figure,

Same as in life, only infinitely bigger.

The old man called out as he slowly drew near:

“Good evening Duncan, are the rest of you here?”


The figure broke out in wide open smile,

“Good Evening Sir Matt, it has been a long while.

The rest are all coming; they’ll be here soon”,

As seven more shadows were cast by the moon.


Whelan and Bent, Pegg, Taylor and Byrne,

Jones, and Colan, they came out in turn.

He greeted each one, just by calling their name,

then proudly announced “do you fancy a game?”


They took to the pitch, and the still night was broken.

By leather on leather, not one word was spoken.

They played once again, like they did long before,

And imagined the sound of the Old Trafford roar.


Edwards called out “come on lads let's pretend

That we’ve just scored a goal at the old Stretford End”.

As they ran to the edge of the pitch by the goal,

There in the stands sat a solitary soul.


His eyes were all puffy, his cheeks wet with tears,

As his mind wandered back to those wonderful years.

“Come down and join us”, they cried all as one.

“Yes come down and join them,” said Matt, “go on son”.


The lonely man stood and with much pain he said:

“I’m afraid I can’t play with you, you are all dead.

You are all ghosts, and I am alive,

That was the price that I paid to survive.”


“My role was to go on, inspire the team

And finally realise Sir Matt Busby’s dream

To tell of your greatness, and as I get older

To burden the weight of your life on my shoulders.”


The ghost of Sir Matt then raised up his head,

Giving out a loud groan, he finally said:

“Bobby, you survived, that much is true,

But we wouldn’t be here if it were not for you,


“For you are the one who has kept us alive.

That was the reason you had to survive.

If you were with us, all we have would be gone

And the game that we play could no longer go on.


“If you can’t understand why it happened this way

Then come here and watch when United play.

They sing about us, they remember us all.

We live and we breathe with each kick of the ball.


“The legends that live here — Robson and Best,

Cantona, Law, Giggs, Scholes and the rest —

They are us, we are them, we are all here as one

And that is the reason United goes on.


“So come down and join us, we’re begging you do.

You are still one of us, and we’re still one of you.”

And then Bobby’s face rose and he gave them a smile

And he said “I would love to come play for a while.”


They played and they played, as they did in the past,

Only not quite as skilful, and not quite as fast.

And when it was over, and when it was done,

They’d defeated Benfica by four goals to one.


Then Sir Matt said “lads, it's been fun you know,

But it’s now Christmas day, and we really must go.”

They walked to the front of the stadium and turned

And Sir Bobby said “there is something I’ve learned.


“You did not die, on that February night;

You’re still here with us, as you’re with me tonight,

And you’ll live on forever as long as we play”,

As the ghosts disappeared down Sir Matt Busby Way

All the best to everyone on the lounge for Xmas and for 2019

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Re: Twas the night before Christmas

Tue Dec 25, 2018 12:17 am

Merry Christmas Ste, and everyone else on the Lounge.


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Re: Twas the night before Christmas

Tue Dec 25, 2018 6:05 am

I enjoy reading that every year.
Merry Christmas all.

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"Maybe one day people will say I was another Ryan Giggs" - George Best

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Re: Twas the night before Christmas

Tue Dec 25, 2018 3:43 pm

Merry Christmas from Arizona.

We may actually get snow tonight.

I can't believe it. I can't believe it. Football. Bloody hell.

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