After a few turbulent months Blackburn fans seem to have a cause for optimism again, as Phil Crossley reports
Sometime between the end of Euro ’96 and late October we were led to believe that the world had fallen apart for Blackburn Rovers. Within a matter of weeks we had contrived to part company with the ‘dream team’ which won us the title. First our talisman, Billy Bigpockets, the man to whom it does not matter who scores (as long as it’s not any of the ten makeweights in the side), closely followed by King Ken, fed up with sorting out away travel arrangements for the reserves for five grand a week. When ‘Laughing’ Ray Harford decided that enough was enough as we floundered at the bottom of the division, we were told that the game was up.