The Disciples were relegated at the end of the season, in fact the captain claimed on more than one occasion that he’d never been a member of his team. They strung him up with a couple of criminals, and when he finally gave up the ghost, rather assumed that would be the last they’d hear of him. The authorities eventually arrested him as a rabble-rouser, but couldn’t decide what to charge him with, other than the fact he claimed he was the Son of God.

He became the manager of a football team known as The Disciples, not one of them a star, in fact the twelfth man rather let the side down by accepting a transfer fee of thirty pieces of silver to play for the opposition. He never got a proper job, just roamed around the countryside, unshaven and living off bread and water and the occasional fish, while offering his opinions to those who cared to listen. And yet, as a teenager, he was arguing the toss with this elders and betters in their council chambers. He was born in a barn, his father a carpenter and his mother a decent woman, but they were of no significance, and certainly couldn’t have afforded to give the boy a private education. But as its title “The Son of God “ suggests, it still manages to have a plot as intriguing as any of his best-sellers – and a subject arguably more profound than anything he has ever tackled before……… The Son of God (by Jeffrey Archer) For a novelist as prolific as Jeffrey Archer, his latest piece of prose may at first appear rather a slim effort.

Because i am jesus christ archer