As rovers hover over the precipice let me post this poem written about Jack Walker when he died and never more apt than now (I appreciate to most it's just an amateur poem but for us it means a lot)
I have never written a poem before, I dont see any point in rhyme
it never appeals to us working class, its just a waste of time.
Well now its abit different, I need to tell you how I feel
and in some small way pay tribute to the Blackburn man of steel.
Its vital not to miss the point, footballs not just a bit of fun,
its pride and passion, skill and strength all rolled into one.
Its not about Man Utd, Chelsea or some foreign fancy Dan,
Its Blackburn, Preston, Burnley, thats where it all began.
Where what you see is what you get, but dont show how you feel
but I'm making my exception for the Blackburn Man of Steel.
I really need to thank him for the pride he gave us back
just for a while we were the best, Thanks to Uncle Jack!
Few people have the vision to make a dream come true
The beauty of Jack Walkers was - We got an invite too
Some saw him as a rich old man who bought a winning team
But for me they miss the point, he gave us all our dream!!
I think its maybe true to say it could not last forever
But then again Im sure, its better once than never!
And even if those winning ways never do come back
they cant take away our memories, Thanks to Uncle Jack!!
Hendry, Sutton, Batty, Shearer - the names run off the tongue
But 'THERE'S ONLY ONE JACK WALKER' is still the Rovers song
So forget the players agents and smart Armani Suits
Raise a glass to Uncle Jack, A man who knew his roots
Almost brings a tear to my eye, they can fuck us any way they want but the cunts will never take away what uncle jack gave us!
RTID
Fuck I think it's sinking in