We drive “over the water” to Battersea Park
To play a football match on grass
We usually play on cinders
That’ll rip your knees and arse!
There’s dressing room’s with showers and loos
We feel the excitement mounting
A lush green pitch with real goal nets
That’s there right next to the fountain!
I think between the eleven of us
We had seven pairs of boots
We watch the boys from the choir school
Arrive in immaculate grey suits
Fair play to them though pretty posh
They mixed and had a chat
There was awe there that day in the dressing room
I’ll never forget that!
We gather round our teacher
Who tells how we’ll play
The choir school had two trainers
Well, they would do wouldn’t they?
Anyway the kick off comes
And off we jolly well go
See how much you start to change
Around posh folks with lots of dough!
The match was fast and furious
They were pretty tough
We gave a good account of ourselves
We were made of quite stern stuff
The whistle blows to end the game
Both teams shake hands and trudge off
I don’t recall the score that day
I don’t think that we lost
We sit on the bench in the changing room
Getting changed and having banter
When in comes the priest from the choir school
With a massive wicker hamper
“Well played St Vincent’s, a well fought game
We hope you enjoy the food”
“Well thanks very much to you father”
To a priest you were never rude.
We open up the hamper
We had never seen so much food
Christmas that year had come early for us
That summer in sixty-two.
Bottle’s of pop and sandwiches
Cakes and little pies
Some of us had never seen so much food
We couldn’t believe our eyes
The choir school boys and us tuck in
They turned out to be different class
Although well posh and from boarding school
They shared their food with us there on the grass!