The year is ninteen hundered and fifty one. It is a year that will be remembered for all of time as one of the defining moments of modern history. For it is in this year, on the 4th day of the 3rd month that the saviour was born.
I speak not of the carpenter's son, nor the son of God, but the birth of a king. This child, though he knoweth it not, shall lead an army of red into battle against everyone and everything.
He shall use his powers bestowed upon him by the angels of heaven and demons of hell, against many, many foes and win or lose, defeat them all. He shall use the 'The Scowl of The Dead', 'The Wit of the Damned' and an evasiveness so cunning, people will wonder if he was ever there in the first place.
However, we have ventured too far into the future of the king, lets us proclaim our joy at his early life. Born and raised in the wildland of Glasgow, youg Kenneth, for that be his name, was brought up on a strict diet of Tennents Super, Toffee, Mancs and Journalists. He was trained at a very early age to have great distain for three of these things, and eating them symbolised his superiorty over them.
Young Kenneth, after leaving school at the age of 5, to concentrate on his Kingly duties, began learning the art of ballfoot. To his credit, his command of the strange spherical shape was impressive and it was with this uncanny ability that he began to find himself on a path to greatness.
He traveled to a nearby town of Cumbernauld, to bring his artistry of the sphere to the local townspeople and oh how they reveled in it. However Kenneth was still young, and merely cutting his teeth at this stage. From here he would travel back to the wildlands of Glasgow and in no time at all make himself a legend of the land, defeating the blue monsters that resided there time and time again.
It was from these great deeds that Kenneth's legend grew and tales of him were spread across the land.
One day, a huge bird swooped down upon him and convinced him to leave his homeland for pastures new, in the persuit of a new challenge. 'Behold Kenneth of Glasgow, I am the Liver Bird and I have come to take you to a land of mysterious wonders that is in need of help from a great warrior like you' With that Kenneth and the Liver Bird flew to the The Pool of the Liver, The City of Liver Pool.
Upon his arrival, Kenneth noted that this was indeed a strange land, The people there had hair of dark curls and moustashes of only the finest bristle, even the womenfolk but he quickly learned to love them.
On this leg of his journey, Kenneth would achive great feats of superhuman ability and lead a team of Liver folk in battles of ballfoot against many foes and he was victorious more often than not.
The strange folk of The Liver Pool would take young Kenneth to their hearts and proclaim him Prince of their lands. Again, even in this land he would face blue monsters but in the end they were no match for him. Not content to limit his legend to one land, Kenneth and the Liver Folk explored foreign land and conqured most of them.
The legend of Kenneth was never so great. It was at this point that The old King of the Liver's would pass and a new king needed to be found, in the end, there was only one choice, King Kenneth was born.
He would again lead the Liver Folk to victories in many a battle but this time he did it as their leader, tactician, their King.
Having achieved greatness many times over, Kenneth decided to rest a while and took time out from his kingly duties, however he went on a personal crusade to rid the world of the evils of alcohol, one bottle at a time. Things did't go so well for the Liver folk during this period and their once grand army fell into a state of dissrepair. Kenneth looked on in great dissapproval.
Meanwhile a Evil Emperor from his own homeland, would attack and destroy the achievements of the Kennth and the Liver Folk time and time again. The time was right once more for Kenneth to enter the realm of Ballfoot and confront this Evil Emperor, this time in a different place. The Burning City of Black. He would once again gain legendary status and was in the begining victorious in his first battle with the Evil Emperor but this, sadly would be the only victory.
Having tasted success on the battle field, more than most, he had yet to meet an opponent so strong, so great, so wise. Kenneth became scared, he decided to flee and continue his fight against the evil alcohol instead.
Having beaten off our hero, The evil Emperor would go on to dominate the the battles of ballfoot for 20 years or more wiping out the achivement of Kennth and all before him. This saddened and embittered The Liver Folk, and they were left without a hero, they were left without anyone apart form a foreign crazy waiter who lukily won one single solitary batle. He was quickly chased off by the townsfolk and was replaced by a talking owl, whom they chased off even quicker again.
Kenneth decided it was time for him to return, to renew his love affair with The Liver Folk but things were different this time. The people had changed, they'd become deluded and bitter and wanted success too quickly. Kenneth seeked help from warriors from different lands and he paid them handsomely but it turned out that they were imposters, not ballfoot warriors at all. The Great King Kenneth had been duped. The Liver Folk lost yet another battle and Kenneth was saddened to find the Liver Folk had turned on him and he was chased into exile.
Some of the Liver Folk still remain loyal to the King though, and some say he is still out there, just waiting to make yet another glorious comeback, who knows, maybe he will, someday. To be continued....