Day the great Pele became an Arsenal fan

The elderly, grand-looking gent sat in the first class train carriage had almost a regal air about him. I’d noticed him and his companion, a woman his equal in age and eminence, as I made my way to the toilet as the old slam-door rattler ferried me and my Dad home from the Arsenal.
I was a cocky, inquisitive 10-year-old so when, as I walked back past, he beckoned me in to the Southern Railways sanctum of the posh I had little hesitation in accepting. “I notice you are a supporter of the Gunners,” he said, as he gestured to my attire; I was head to toe in scarves, rosettes and badges (all co-o...