>>7181415The Norf is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it. It began with the baking of the Great Rolls. Three were given to the Scouse Lads, resourceful, friendliest and fairest of all beings. Seven to the Mancunians, great weavers and craftsmen of the Satanic Mills. And nine, nine rolls were gifted to the Footie Lads, who, above all else, desire a victory for Norf FC. But they were, all of them, deceived, for another roll was made. In the city of London, in the bakeries of the State, the Dark Lady Thatcher cooked in secret a Master Roll, to control all others. And into this roll she poured her cruelty, her malice and her will to destroy all of the North.
One Roll to rule them all!