
This is the fiftieth anniversary, to the day, of the Munich air disaster that killed eight
Manchester United players and fifteen other people (club staff, journalists, crew) on 6 February 1958 - five weeks before I was born. I have already made comment on how it shaped the perceptions of a generation, and I have written pieces on overlapping but different aspects of the tragedy for my upcoming
Exeter City (12 February) and
Dumbarton (16 February) programme columns. I will not add more at this juncture, other than to say that the
memorials were moving, and that I have featured some less-known stories of those involved: the Scot
Alex Dawson and the adopted Devonian
Bato Tomasevic. This evening I watched the BBC1 documentary about goalkeeper
Harry Gregg, who not only survived but helped others out of the wreckage. A remarkable man, not least for his refusal of plaudits and resolute determination. Tribute enough.
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