IT IS 30 years since Blackburn Rovers gatecrashed the elite, riding Jack Walker’s millions all the way to the Premier League title.
Ewood Park bounced. Alan Shearer beamed. Blue and white ribbons glittered in the Merseyside sunshine.
An unfashionable club from a mill town in Lancashire had just toppled the mighty Manchester United and was limbering up for a swing at Europe’s aristocrats.
Could anybody on that giddy day in 1995 have imagined the misery of Blackburn’s current impoverished existence? Not in their wildest nightmares.
The defection of manager John E...