This poem was posted on the Blackburn Rovers official website by 'JF'. It sums up the thoughts of many a Rovers fan

I have never written a poem before, I dont see any point in rhyme.

It never appeals to us working class, it's just a waste of time.

Well now is a bit different, I need to tell you how I feel

And in some small way pay a tribute to the Blackburn man of steel.

It's vital not to miss the point, football is not a bit of fun

It's pride and passion, skill and strength, all rolled into one.

It's not about Man Utd, Chelsea or some foreign fancy Dan

It's Blackburn, Preston, Burnley -- that's where it all began.

Where what you see is what you get, but don't 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 Walker's 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 bought us all our dream.

I think it's maybe true to say it could not last for ever

But then again I'm certain that its better once than never

And even if those winning ways never do come back

They can't take away the memories thanks to Uncle Jack.

Hendry, Sutton, Batty, Shearer, the names roll 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.