At Old Trafford a minute's silence started not by a referee's whistle but by the simple moving of a hand on a clock. 3.04pm. Munich. 60 years.
As a hush fell, a baby briefly cried. A new life making its presence felt on this of all days.
On a TV screen in front of a thronged East Stand, the faces scrolled across on film before us. The Busby Babes, the ones who did not come home.
How young, vibrant and unbridled they looked, even in black and white.