bad as I had ever seen it," Charlton wrote in his
autobiography My Manchester United Years.
By the third attempt at take-off, I was suddenly
conscious of the silence inside the plane.
Outside, the snowy field flew by, but not quickly
enough it seemed. There was an awful noise,
the grind of metal on metal. Then there was the void.
When I came to, I was on the ground, outside the
wrecked plane, but still strapped into my seat.
I saw the bodies in the snow, though one small
and passing mercy was that I didn? The recognise
among the dead one of my closest friends,
Eddie Colman. I woke the next morning in a hospital
ward and in a nearby bed was a young German,
looking at a newspaper. He was reading about the
crash and read out the names and then, after a
short pause, said, 'Dead' . It was as though my life
was being taken away, piece by piece.."