I had recently retired and I decided to purchase a Saddlers season ticket and attend the games. It was there that I met both Ken and his son Stuart. To be honest I felt a little nervous but Ken and his lad soon put me at ease. My friendship with Ken grew over time. He had a sharp wit and a keen, intelligent mind. Without fail he would regale us all with a joke which more often than not had us laughing out loud. Our conversations often spanned from World events to shocking Saddlers football to Cricket to the ups and downs of family life and Ken always had a reasoned opinion on those matters. Looking forward to match day was a highlight. Meeting up with Ken, Steve and others outside the main office. Handshakes all round followed by animated chat and laughter often led by Ken. He always asked after my family and how my boys were doing. That was Ken through and through. I am glad I was able to speak to him before he passed away. Though it was clear he was seriously ill his mind was not. It was a joy to hear his voice and It grieves me that I won't hear it again. I shall miss match days with Ken. I shall miss him moaning about the lukewarm pasties and pies. I shall miss his funny jokes. I shall miss the wit and common sense. I will miss his undoubted love of sport. I shall his love of life. But more than this I will desperately miss my old friend Ken. Sleep well and may God rest your Soul.