Brfcs.com Website Review

23 years ago, we were crowned premier league champions on an unforgettable day at anfield.  much like today the sun was shining.  the day was full of twists, turns and drama but in the end we prevailed. winning the league was down to having a brilliant manager, fantastic group of players but most of all having a benefactor who dared to dream and take on the established order.  thank you uncle jack for taking us all on an amazing journey.  you will forever be our number. red rose rover column - it’s times like these you learn to live again. a few weeks ago, shortly after the nail-biting tension of our narrow away win at walsall, i was asked by a young supporter, “how did you cope on that final day in 1995?” and my shorthand (but accurate) response was, “i cried...!”. in the course of our dialogue it was quite extraordinary how all those feelings of excitement, nerves, tension, fear, despondency and finally utter elation all came flooding back, simultaneously. it was as if i was transported in time back to may 1995. i could feel exactly what i felt all that time ago, my pulse started racing, sweaty brow, gut-wrenching tension; an eerie sensation to be frank. i didn’t have a ticket for anfield; for me it was always going to be a long-distance affair. neither back then did i have sky. in the week leading up to the game i had pretty much made my mind up that i would go on a walk and ignore it, making sure that i came back home as adjacent to the final whistle as i possibly could, oblivious to the ebbs and flows of the afternoon. a work colleague heard my dilemma and told me that the gym where he was a member had sky, had multiple screens and he would sign me in on a guest pas* to enable me to watch it. i couldn’t resist, this was i suspected, even back then, a once in a lifetime deal, now or never – for me, but more importantly for rovers. the story of how those two games unfolded has been told thousands of times but the remarkable aspect was when i recalled it, the feelings and emotions of the time just flooded back. the joy of shearer’s