And it came to pass, but not to score.  The Roveralites languished in the promised land.  From Heaven in 95 they were falling to Sodom and Gomorrah.

The good shepherd, Judas Shearer was stolen from us in the name of the prophet.  He cursed the Roveralites, questioning our faith.  Things went from bad to worse as the Pharaoh’s heart hardened.  He abdicated his responsibilities, like he did at Liverpool and sent his plague amongst us.

Rovers were now being run by the Sorcerer’s apprentice.  Confusion spread throughout the Garden of Ewood.  In the country of the blind, the one eyed man was king.  The writing was on the wall.  There was no Ray of hope, Rovers were still being crucified.  The children of Ewood were cross.

But in these times of pestilence there came upon us a man of the people.  Like the Golem of Prague, or Godzilla of Tokyo, Ewood had its own guardian angel.  There came amongst us Parkes the Baptist.  His mission to resurrect the Rovers.

And the Saviour spake unto the Roveralites:  “Do not worship me as thy Messiah.  Forsake thee not yea I shall save us from Purgatory.  But it is written that we must go into the wilderness so we may separate the sheep from the goats.”

These commandments of Parkes the Baptist rang true.  He parted the waves and kept Rovers in the land of milk and honey.  There they remain, full of faith, hope and charity until the Day of Judgement.  When you are in Paradise you don’t mind the gate money.  Now it remains for them to find their Messiah.  It will not be an easy task, but the Garden of Ewood contains the fruit of all knowledge and the Roveralites are the chosen people.  Keep the faith ye children of Ewood.