The Mighty Jock Dodds In nineteen thirtynine, he came to Blackpool he made us invincible, before wages ruled what price for this striker, in the World Cup today The Mighty Jock Dodds, scoring home and away When war was declared, and the G.I.'s all came we were top of the first, and we'd won every game for Blackpool and Scotland, the play still went on the Mighty Jock Dodds, like a diamond he shone With hatricks galore, and three goals so fast the record books show, there's no one surpassed a hatrick at Hampden, with the Saltire unfurled The Mighty Jock Dodds, was king of the world Stars of today, will soon have gone by stars of the past, are stars in the sky shining through time, if our hero was here The Mighty Jock Dodds, would be Player of the Year There was Matthews and Morty, when legends were seen there was Hampson and Doherty, Suddick and Green there was Perry and Mudie, against all the odds but the greatest of all, was The Mighty Jock Dodds Copyright: Stuart Logan
Reason for writing:
Words written as a tribute to a legend and a local hero.
At this point in time this man is the oldest surviving
footballer of both Blackpool FC, and Sheffield United FC.
At 84 yrs he can still attend Blackpool games.
SL. 21st May 2000.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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