Anyone who knows me will have known that there was little chance that I'd miss the opportunity to comment on the 50th Anniversary of the Munich air disaster.
Why ? Well I'm a fan of Football. Not a Bolton fan, not a Partick Thistle fan but a fan of the whole Beautiful Game. And when some young talented lads die before their potential is realised it hurts me deeply. Not to mention the waste of those injured so badly that they never played again. What really hurts me most is that I'll never know whether Duncan Edwards was really as good as the old-timers say he was.
Some Bolton fans like to wind up United fans by singing sick songs about the disaster. To the United fans I say "Sorry". To them I say "Grow up, you sick f**ks". Duncan Edwards lingered in pain for 15 days after the crash - really : this is not a fit subject for humour.
There is not enough talent in the world. Not nearly enough. Not enough great Physicists, not enough influential teachers, not enough gifted Comedians. What little talent there is needs to be encouraged, protected and cherished.
And when it is lost, it should be mourned.