John (Stonewall) Jackson. King of the Palace. R.I.P.
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A mighty man of six feet three
And weighing fourteen stone
When Palace struggled in the First
John Jackson stood alone.
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John (Stonewall) Jackson
Kept Palace up for years
How he never got an England cap
Is a question for his peers.
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He starred in our promotion
In nineteen-sixty-nine
The country’s finest keeper
On or off his line.
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Forget about Yashin – Banksy
Shilton, Stepney, Sprake
None of them could ever match
The saves Big John could make.
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For years he was the KIng
To the fans who filled Sel-hurst
As he defied the forwards of the day
Like Chivers, Greaves and Hurst.
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Even now at Palace
They still talk of him in awe
As they tell of saves he used to make
From Astle, Best and Law.
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Of his tip over from Osgood
Or his dive at Bremer’s feet
There was no doubt about it
John Jackson was elite.
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With his large green padded jersey
Usually plastered up with mud
He’d dive around his goal mouth
Often landing with a thud.
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Even with the noisy crowds
You’d always hear his call
As he jumped above the forwards
screaming, “KEEPERS BALL.”
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“You’ll never beat John Jackson”
“Jacko is the King,”
and “Jackson for England”
Around the ground would ring.
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But Ramsey never listened
To the pleas to cap Stone-Wall
So England’s finest keeper
Never got the England call.
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Then came a new Palace manager
Who wanted all the fame
Malcolm Allison with his Cuban cigars
And his glasses of Champagne
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Within a month he’d succeeded
In getting us relegated
And our hero Johnny Jackson
He publically berated.
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So Stonewall went to Orient
And to a new team did adapt
And was still the finest net minder
Who was never capped.
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So thanks for all the memories John
May the Good Lord rest your soul
And the first name on God’s team sheet
Will be you playing in the goal.
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