Reserves or youths game, I’m not quite sure
We just went to see the boys
Not many people turned up there
Cold and frosty, not much noise
Ray Kennedy was soon to be married,
That was the word round about
An old dear ambled unhurried
Towards Ray near the Gunners’ dugout
“Don’t forget to come round after!”
Her cockney voice carried far
And I heard a ripple of laughter
As he called out, “Okay, Ma”.
Charley George was there, and, I think, Kelly
It was still half an hour till the start
I’ve often seen THEM since, on the Tele
But SHE found a place in my heart.
Didn’t look like a woman with money
But she said; “Don’t forget, come inside.
I’ve got a little something for you.
For you and your lovely young bride.”
Not a thing from that game can I summon
Not a pass or a goal can I find
But a memory of that kind-hearted woman
Is forever ingrained in my mind.