From famine to feast today as a weekend’s spurting action leaves us quite literally breathless (well it’s either that or all that crystal meth we’ve been smoking).Everywhere you turned this weekend there was spurting goodness to appreciate, from Andy Murray retaining his tennis title, to Yank football at Wembley (a much underrated game in our humble...) or even the Scousers finally storming fortress Stamford Bridge to leave the title race wide open.
Yet amidst all this spurting headlines, easily the biggest story was Uncle Harry Redknapp who went to bed Portsmouth manager on Saturday and woke up as Spurs boss on Sunday morning.
Always one of the game’s more ahem colourful characters, Redknapp is nevertheless an intriguing appointment and certainly knows his managerial onions - the effect on the previously hapless Spurs was immediate as they conjured a 2-0 win over Bolton.
Only Southampton have survived such a poor start to the Premiership without going down but with Redknapp at the helm, you have to figure Spurs’ chances of pulling a Houdini have suddenly and dramatically increased.
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