Showing posts with label Harry Rednkapp. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Harry Rednkapp. Show all posts

Monday, 27 October 2008

Famine to Feast

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.

Monday, 19 May 2008

‘urry up Harry

A lot of griping and sniping about Saturday’s FA Cup final, but to be honest it made a refreshing change not to have one of the Big Four involved and a big day out for some genuine fans. Let’s face it, If you support Portsmouth or Cardiff, you’ve never been a glory hunter.

A valiant effort from the bluebirds and with a bit of fortune they might have squeezed an equaliser, but few discerning pundits will begrudge ‘flash’ Harry Redknapp his first major domestic honour.

Dogged by allegations of impropriety and occasional dodgy dealings, Harry nevertheless has to be pound for pound one of the best modern managers in the game, transforming every club he’s taken charge of and making them punch well above their weight. Finally he has his just desserts, so hail to the Harry we say.

The final also saw a domestic swan song for the BBC Sports team as Gal, the two Als and Motty will disappear from our screens for a while as ITV take over domestic duties. There’s the Euros to come of course, but truth is, just like the government, it was all starting to get a bit stale. However it's never wise to slag someone off before you consider the alternatives...