When my mother was very young

She had a collection of football posters

On her bedroom wall and in her fathers shed

I can remember my mother telling me

That her favourite player was Eusébio

And that Uncle Jim when in Portugal

Had brought her back a Benfica shirt

Which she religiously wore until she outgrew it

She gave me this shirt on the day

That I played my first professional game

In return I gave her a bunch of red carnations