R I P Jack, we will never see another player clock up so many games for us and spend their entire career here.
You will never be forgotten.

Loyal servant to us.

Irishred, you may go the the toilet now, it's vacant but wear a mask !

Absolute legend in every sense.

R.I.P. Big Jack.

They say the only thing that you come into this life with, and take it with you, is character, and big Jack certainly had plenty of that. Loved watching him play and was a great presence in the Leeds team. RIP big Jack, and deepest sympathy to all family and friends.

I always think of my childhood when I hear Jack’s name. I lived on Beckett’s Park (we moved there when it was a newbuild council house) and Jack and Bobby lived next door to a friend of mine whose house I used to go to. I was too young to understand properly (about 7) but I remember my friend telling me they were famous footballers next door and Jack played for Leeds United.
Such a sad time. RIP Jack.
I hope you meet up with Trevor and Norman and all watch together as the club gains promotion in a couple of weeks. (hopefully!)

Reading 100 years of Leeds United, just got to the chapter that covers the return to the top flight in the 60's. Jack was so close to signing for that mob, glad he didn't doubt we would have had such a rich heritage without him.

comment by Cal Neva (U11544)
posted 3 hours, 14 minutes ago
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Rem watching Jack play for Leeds with Hunter and Bremner with the old "badly hair" flying about.Great player and a tough nut to hsve on your team.

RIP Jack.

comment by Earl ****More Faces than the Albert Clock (U9333)
posted 6 hours, 6 minutes ago
Another legend gone.
So sad.
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Afternoon sir.

Too many Leeds legends passing, and as I said, I saw him play back in the day on the Big Match with the superb seventies team in all white....got me into football actually, that Leeds team and Liverpool then.

comment by Irishred (U2539)
posted 5 hours, 34 minutes ago
Terrible terrible news

He gave me my best moments as a football fan

RIP Jack
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He was a lifter of dreams for the ROI boys, mate.

Will raise a Guinness to Ireland a adopted Geordie later, mate.

NI fan in peace.

RIP big man

RIP Jack

To be honest it's hard to say who is more gutted about this;

1) The city of Leeds.
2) The country of Ireland

Cause every Irish person I've seen comment on this has basically said that he is the only Englishman they love, let alone like.

RIP big fella. A true leader on the pitch and a great servant for the club.

Leeds United isn’t his “former club“ as one pundit said earlier today. It’s always Been his club and always will be.

comment by Mattyp (U8926)
posted 22 minutes ago
To be honest it's hard to say who is more gutted about this;

1) The city of Leeds.
2) The country of Ireland

Cause every Irish person I've seen comment on this has basically said that he is the only Englishman they love, let alone like.
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No comment.....for respect to Jack.

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comment by Cal Neva (U11544)
posted 1 hour, 8 minutes ago
Quite a few English born players have played for Ireland. Big Mick also managed them.
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Anglo- irish so to speak!

RIP Big Jack

I was at the game in Stuttgart and for me, it was the defining moment in Irish football, when we finally became a footballing nation, and left our minnow-hood behind. And all of it engineered by an Englishman who plotted the downfall of his own country. How sweet was that?
It felt like all of Ireland had made their way to Germany that day. The bars were filled with us, pouring pints of Guinness into us, just there for the ride. No-one believed it would be anything more than that. England had been on a sensational run to the tournament, we had scraped in courtesy of a freak Scottish win in Bulgaria. We had it in mind to fail gloriously and to drown our sorrows in the time-honoured way. We would show Europe how to have
a good time.
But Jack didn't think like that.
I had been off cigarettes for three months until the sixth minute of the game when Ray Houghton, a Scotsman with green blood, drove the blade into the heart of England. Luckily, the man next to me had a full pack of Major, which just about lasted us till the end. That feeling of euphoria when it was finally over, swept us away to a place we had never been. None of us could believe it, we were singing and swaying, calling out for Jack and the lads to celebrate with us, to tell us it was true. Finally, they emerged from the tunnel to a deafening, delirious crowd, who sang and wept and never wanted that moment to stop.
Thirty-two years later, I can still see him scratching his head as he saluted us, wondering what all the fuss was about. It was our 1966 in 1988. 'Thank you ' just doesn't do it justice, Jack.

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Sleep well Big Jack.