Blanc Cheque’s In The Post as Redknapp Makes Way
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Well that escalated rather quickly.
No sooner had I put forward a tea-time poser asking whether or not ‘Arry deserved another season in the big office, the old boy was out of said office, out on his ear and into the yellowing pages of history. I would add, and never to be heard from again, but this is Henry James Redknapp we’re talking about; a man who could have a conversation with a bag of potatoes.
So this is goodbye. It’s a cruel world in which 4th place is considered a failure (equally a confusing one which deems it a success) but it was the clandestine supremo’s mouth that somewhat got the better of him in the end. And his brain, plenty would say.
Turning his nose up at a new contract in February presumably wasn’t a smart choice. By trusting that the F.A were set to whisk him away from the untold horrors of managing a high-flying Spurs team- and in the same instance suggesting that players didn’t give one hoot as to who the manager was- put him in a awkward position once the England dream had gone to the bone yard along with our season. Then to go public, bulldozing his demands for an improved deal, using the player’s newfound need for managerial stability as a bargaining chip: well it was a duplicitous move too many for Daniel Levy.
He played hardball with the Spurs chairman, and rather predictably came out on the losing side. No room for sentiment, strictly business.
Although I’m convinced the time is right for a change and safeguarding the future is paramount, it will be a shame to see him go, in many ways. From a personal stand-point, the existence of this cockamamie operation coincides almost to the letter with the reign of Harry Redknapp. That’s to say I started this site only a month after he took charge, so these gawdy blue pages have known nothing else.
His status as a perpetual rent-a-quote engine may’ve become infuriating, his decision making ludicrous at times but it was also the giddiest period of my Spurs supporting life. Escapades in the Champions League, heart-stopping, attacking football on the whole, a title race no-less (alright, it was the shortest sustained challenge in history). And for that I guess I’ll always be grateful.
So there.
Anyway, enough of all that. Who the heck have we got lined up as his replacement?
Just as I was beginning to see a whole lot of sense in the idea of appointing AVB; ooh la la, Laurent Blanc’s name is ally-ooped into the mixer. Sacre bleu, Benjamin Biscuit Barrel! The important thing, of course, is whether or not the current French manager will be good enough for The Sun. Or can we expect another PLAYER’S REVOLT(!!!) at the very thought.
We live, as ever, in hope.
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