I remember reading a book about the Busby era when I was younger. Before that, I only knew the bare minimum about the club through short lived conversations and first hand accounts. Its weird to say, but when I read about the Munich Disaster, it was one of the first times I recognized the totality of death. I had never shed a tear while reading a book, but I couldn't hold it back when I read about the death of the lethal Tommy Taylor, the heroics of Harry Gregg, and the futile fight put up by the god-like figure Duncan Edwards. As I was some 40 years removed from the disaster while I read Dunphy's book, and even though I felt this almost unrestrained emotion, I knew I couldn't even contemplate what fans at the time must have felt; fans who looked upon the Babes as their heroes
Despite this tragedy and the sadness I felt, I was compelled to keep on reading. I wanted to know how out of such tragedy Sir Matt was able to go on. I tried to put myself in his situation, and I just knew that had I been the manager, I would have crawled into my bed and never looked upon the light of day again. I would have surrendered, I would have given in. But that was never an option for Sir Matt, or Sir Bobby, or the great Bill Foulkes.
There is nothing I love more about United then its beautiful and tragic history. Like Sir Alex says, United is the most romantic club in the world. There is little to rely upon today in sports, or even life for that that matter, and there are few constants. But the one thing I know is that no matter what happens, this club will never die. No matter how good or bad it gets, this club will persevere, and the spirit of the Babes, Sir Matt, and people like Jimmy Murphy will always be in this club's blood, forever transplanted within its DNA