We offer you an excerpt from the autobiography of one of the greatest players in football history by SirBobby Charlton, which tells about the tragedy in 1958, when the sky over Munich crashed plane with the players, -Manchester United-.

-In order to gain at least some understanding of what has become a major drama in my life, what is predetermined after all my future to go back to the events preceding the Munich tragedy.Should try to recreate the simple thrill of an explicit, we felt, being part of what was then a young team.The teams, which may, like no other in the history of football, was not only talented people, but some inexplicable grace.Its origin remains beyond the vision and plans for even the great Matt Busby.

Nothing much before the trip home from Belgrade, we are not sensed.After the band played great matches, opening the door for us in the European Cup semi-final, we have a lot of joking and laughing.Two days later we had another important meeting - the -Wulverhemptonom,- which promised to be decisive in the quest for a third consecutive championship title.When we came in to land for refueling in Munich, the sky was carpeted with snow.There was no reason to fear that our own horizons will be limited -

So - we were in an excellent position of the spirit.In the cabin of the aircraft buzzing ringing cheerful voice, diluted unanimous burst of laughter; gamblers enthusiastically engaged in the business.We flew home, where, as usual, spread out at the ramp red carpet waiting for the return of heroes from another Victoria.

Follow us at Belgrade airport, Busby, of course, understood that it was impossible to postpone the departure in any way.The requirement to come tearing through the snow-covered Manchester skies of Europe, was dictated by the football federation, which persistently refused to bless our international mission.According to the newly introduced rules of the league, the club will play European Cup match, should return home for at least 2 hours before the start of the meeting of the national championship -

On landing - in Munich, we found that the runway was covered with seven-inch layer of slush.However, we are assured that we will soon be on the way home.

Confidence has disappeared as soon as the failed first attempt to fly.All wilted - not so at all, but quite noticeable.Conversations have died down, and the gamblers were not so keen on the game.The third attempt to get off the ground in the cabin was a dead silence.I looked out the window: snow-covered field, floated past us, but, as it seemed, not fast enough.And then I saw the fence and we were at some house.

There was a terrible screeching metal, everything was plunged into darkness.

When he came to, found that I was lying strapped to a chair outside a broken airplane.From the seat next to me took off Dennis Vayletta.He was conscious, but obviously injured.Later I learned that Harry Gregg and Bill Foulkes helped the victims out of the crumpled ship.

Through the howling sirens I heard Dennis asked: -What was that, Bobby?- -Something very terrible,- - I said and immediately regretted his words.Dennis was in poor condition, and therefore should not have to tell him the whole truth of what happened.But I was so depressed that he could not reasonably think.

Lifeless bodies scattered everywhere, among whom I do not know even his closest friends - Eddie Colman, whose family lovingly in my time at a shelter, Peggy and David, with whom we have common roots.

Apart from eight of my team-mates, this massacre that took place right before my stunned, but still flashing eyes, killed fifteen people.

In the end, I, Gregg and Foulkes were loaded into the car and we rushed to the hospital, dissecting been unfolding snowstorm.There's walking wounded were sent to the waiting room.

I was a concussion and a small bruise.The nebula is dissipated in the head, then again deepened, that at some point in my face appeared wanton smile.Occurred prior to this event seemed to me so common and routine that with the dawn, it seemed, the earth will not turn back the clock.But, alas, for the same team all the way and he did.I am filled with anger, I broke on the medical workers, who I thought did not understand my feelings and particles.I shouted at them.What have I said that night and the next few days, now faded from my memory.But I distinctly remember the pain, which is strongest in its manifestation overcame me.

The next thing I remember is the first morning in the House.In the next bed lay a young German, who has been expanded to the newspaper.I looked into the pictures and realized that he had read about the crash.-I'm sorry- - he uttered in broken English, he saw me.At this point, I was obliged to know who survived and who did not.

My German friend of the names listed, and after a short pause, said, -died.-It was a terrible roll call, their names are still in front of me: Roger Byrne, David Pegg, Eddie Colman, Tommy Taylor, Billy Whelan, Mark Jones and Geoff Bent.I was destroyed as if by installments.

In the general ward, where I was transferred, along with some other survivors, it became easier.I wanted to shout -Thank God, though to us it's okay-, but thinking of David Duncan, who at that moment was fighting for his life, and Johnny Berry and Jack Blenchflauerom, which is no longer destined to play on this venture, I refused.

I was scared to think what is happening out there in Manchester.Initially withheld from us most of the information, but over time it became aware of the funeral, and in my heart I was grateful for the fact that I was not there.I can not imagine how I would have said goodbye to his friends.Since then I have jars on a single question: Why?Why did I survive? .. -