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Date: Tue Jun 02 23:24:13 GMT+00:00 1998
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Just announced on GMR - the FA have agreed to United's request that the
Charity Shield kick-off time should be brought forward to give United
longer to prepare for the Champions' League qualifier 3 days later.  The
official date and kick-off time is therefore:

Sunday August 9th.  Kick-off 1pm

This Issue:
1. Bolton Deny United Offer (TeamTalk)
2. Duncan Edwards


X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 4.72.2106.4 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V4.72.2106.4 Date: Tue, 2 Jun 1998 19:31:02 +0800 Reply-To: Red Devil Marcus Sender: "Manchester United Football Club (soccer)" From: Red Devil Marcus Subject: Bolton Deny United Offer (TeamTalk) Bolton Deny United Approach Despite increased speculation that the Reds are poised to seal a deal for Alan Thompson in the next 48 hours, Wanderers boss Colin Todd is adamant that as yet, he has had no contact with Alex Ferguson. Todd admits that other clubs have made firm enquiries, Leeds, Aston Villa and Spurs the likely candidates. However Colin Todd refuses to rule out the possibility of United making a move and the bidding would start at 3.5 million. A move to Old Trafford for the Bolton hero Thompson, certainly wouldn't go down well with the Bolton fans!

X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Internet Mail 4.70.1155 Date: Tue, 2 Jun 1998 22:20:45 +1000 Reply-To: "Manchester United Football Club (soccer)" Sender: "Manchester United Football Club (soccer)" From: Coppack Subject: Duncan Edwards To: MUFC@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Fellow Reds, Haven't written much for a while so I thought I would share with you an article or two which I found whilst reading the magnificent football book "A Game of 2 Halves". It is truly one of the best compilations of football writings ever with articles dating back to last century and written by some greats like Danny Blanchflower, Cliff Bastin, Denis Law and other famous writers such as Nick Hornby, Hugh McIlvanney, Tony Blair (well, not a writer) and Hunter Davies among others. If you don't have it I would strongly recommend it as it contains over 500 pages of football writings. I apologise for any spelling mistakes as I have to type these out myself from the book and am doing so at a quick pace. Here are two atricles focusing on the great Duncan Edwards. May his memory live forever. DUNCAN EDWARDS - Geoffrey Green How can one measure the loss of life of one person as against another? All, in some degree, should be considered equal. Yet when Duncan Edwards died in the Munich aircrash of February 1958 at the tender age of twenty-one he seemed to symbolise the famous word of George Orwell that some people are more equal than others. Edwards, without question, was the heaviest loss of all to English football. A restless powerhouse, he was a dynamic player who ate, slept, dreamed and loved football. A member of the Manchester United 'Busby Babes' of 1955-58 he was one of a team in the process of developnig into the finest club side that Britain perhaps had ever produced. Cut off in its prime as it was, no one can ever prove that point. Yet the critics were unamimous - even Matt Busby himself - that the young United at the time the fates struck could have gone on to dominate both the English and European scenes for the next decade or so. And certain it is that Duncan Edwards, had he survived, would have captained England to the World Cup in 1966. Height 5 ft 11 in, 13 stone in weight, he was all muscle. INdeed, when I first saw him at an early age, I felt there was a danger of him becomng muscle-bound. But sheer drive, hard training and hard work, plus a limitless enthusiasm kept him within bounds. At heart he was always just a boy, full of fun, spirit and loyalty and a great favourite wherever he went. Once when Busby called him to his office to tell him that the local Manchester schools were playing a five-a-side competition and could Edwards come to present the cup, Duncan's first remark was: "Sure boss. And can I play in it too?" "Certainly not you great bully!" replied Busby, with an understandable smile. Once, too, in the summer tour of 1955 the England team had an afternoon off to watch a bullfight in Madrid. Afterwards Edwards pretended to be the bull: I played the part of the matatdor. As I was still wafting my handkerchief as if it were the cape, the 'bull' struck me amidships like some tornado. Sent flying, I broke a finger and to this day the swollen joint reminds me of that splendid young-spirited man who would have so flourished in the Elizabethan age. Edawards, indeed - the master of the forty or fifty yard pass - played like a tornado, attacking, defending, always wanting to be at the eye of the storm. Many were the great goals he scored too, as he pounded forward on a solo run like a runaway tank to release a shell from the edge of the penalty-area that would have penetrated a steel wall. Two of these, in particular, still burn holes in the pocket of memory - in the Olympic Stadium, Berlin, 1956, against Germany, the reigning World Champions; at Wembley, 1957, against Scotland. England won 3-1 and 2-1 respectively and each time it was Edwards, ploughing through the defence like a battleship in high seas, who rammed home a twenty-yard broadside. Beyond all this Edwards could play almost anywhere besides his normal position of left half. For United he appeared also at centre-half, inside-left and cetre-forward, always with an appetite for goals. In 1955, when Artyeo was injured at centre-forward in an Under 23 internatinal against Scotland, Edwards switched forward frm left-half and crashed home four goals. What more can one say of a young man who played only four full seasons in first-class football? Even the stars may finally have not been beyond his reach. By the age of sixteen he had broken into the first-division; by seventeen he was in the England 'B' and Under 23 teams; at eighteen and a half he became the youngest player ever to gain a full England cap. At nineteen he won his first league Championship medal and at twenty he played in a Cup final. Three months before his death a panel of leading sports writers in Europe voted him third in their international order of merit - behind Di Stefano and Billy Wright. His talent, his energy, his unselfconscious fun and enjoyment of the chase, his ability to amke everything seem possible, all this added up to a volcano of excitement that grpped the crowds and the game wherever he played. For three weeks he fought for his life in a coma. But in the end the gods loved him more. from SOCCER IN THE FIFTIES 1974 THE FUNERAL OF DUNCAN EDWARDS - Arthur Hopcraft Edward's funeral took place at St Francis' Church, Dudley, not far from his home. There were at least 5,000 people outside the curch. The vicar made it a footballer's service. He said: "He goes to join the memorable company of Alex James and Steve Bloomer." Had he lived long enough Edwards would surely have joined the company of England team captains. Instead he left a memory of brillance and courage and a sense of vast promise he was not allowed to fulfil. His grave in Dudley cemetery is elaborate. The headstone has an ingrained picture of him in football kit holding a ball above his head for a throw-in. An inscription reads. "A day of Memory, sad to recall, Without Farewell, He Left Us All." There are three flower stands, and one of them is in the shape of a football. It suits the nature of his class and neighbourhood, and is attended by his father, a gardener at the cemetery. HIs father, Mr Gladstone Edwards, felt he had to explain why he was working at the cemetery. He said: "People think I came to this job because he's there. But that wasn't the reason. I had to change my work, and I've always liked flowers and gardening. I felt I wanted to be out of doors." Duncan was his only child. Neither he nor his wife could hide the depth of their loss. Nor was there any reason why they should try. When I went to see them Duncan Edwards had been dead for nine years, and Mr Edwards, at least, could talk about his son straightforwardly, although all the time with a quiet deliberation. He said that even then there was still a steady trickle of visitors to Duncan's grave. There were days when twenty people would arrive to look at it, like pilgrims. They seldon know that the gardener they stopped to talk to was the player's father. They nearly always said the same thing: that there would never be another Duncan. Mr Edwards added that Friday often brought the most visitors, and they were often lorry drivers with Manchester accents. They had stopped on their long run home from somewhere south. The next day, of course, they would be at Old Trafford to watch the match. In Mr and Mrs Edwards' small, semi-detached house the front room is shaded and spotless. It was in here that Mr Edwards showed me Duncan's photograph album, and also let me open a glass-fronted display cabinet and examine the memories of Duncan's life. It contained eighteen of his caps at full international, youth and schoolboy level, to represent the eighteen times that he played in his country's senior team. Each was kept brushed and was filled inside with tissuue paper. On top of the cabinet were three framed photographs of Duncan: one taken in uniform when he was in the Army, doing his National Service, another with his finacee and a third in which he wears a Manchester United shirt. Beside them was a framed five pound note, which was the last present he gave to his mother. The tiny room was dominated by a portrait of Edwards in his England shirt, the frame two feet wide by two-and-a-half long. The room was a shrine. That showcase also had a copy of the order of service which was used on the day that the two stained-glass windows were dedicated to Edward's at St Francis Church. They are close to the front, beside a picture of a gentle Jesus which was given to the church by a mother, in memory of a baby girl. One of the windows has Edwards down on one knee and there is a scroll running across his chest which says" "God is with us for our Captain." All the survivors of the Munich crash were in the church when the windows were dedicated by the Bishop of Worcester in August 1961. Busby said at the service: "These windows should keep the name of Duncan Edwards alive forever, and shine as a monument and example to the youth of Dudley and England." from THE FOOTBALL MAN 1971

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