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This week's 'Arry Redknapp:Tottenham Manager diary is courtesy of PT
'Arry sits down with his diary to reflect on his first week in charge.
Sunday 26th October 08
Chaz n Dave’s Greatest Hits has been playing on my CD player at least three times on my way home after the game this afternoon and although my foot is merrily tapping away I don’t remember what song was playing. The Ossie “Tottingham” always makes me grin though – it reminds me of when the Mighty Hammers signed sicknote Tarricho from The Spuds back in ’04 – didn’t cost us a penny – HA!
No, lots going on at the moment as I’ve just masterminded The Spuds to their first win of the season against Bolton from up Norf. What a relief!
I’ve never seen so many camera lens trained on my immaculate whistle – good job I’d put on some blusher – I suppose it’ll be just like this when I get the England job in a year’s time.
Monday 27th October 08
I can’t quite believe I got offered the gig to be honest – good job my mobile is always on 24 / 7 and DL’s number is on my favourites as it’s been a hot line this last week. Ramos never got a whiff.
‘Er Indoors had me pegged three days a week getting involved on my days off from Pompey while Donkey took training, with Meals on Wheels for the elderly and infirm down at Sandbanks Rest Home for the Bewildered. Lawrie Mcmenemy loves the jeelied eel soup ‘Er Indoors is famed for. I’d just bought a hammock for the garden an’ all.
So many people at White Hart Lane, temporary home for The Spuds. How, at my age, am I meant to remember all their names? I may have to hire a translator as the Norf Lundun dialect is beyond me. Maybe Jamie can help his old pa out. I do like it when he brings Louise along too – tidy bit of skirt, even if she is related.
Training went well – the lads responded to the Pie n Mash brought in from up the East End – got a dock flavour about it and will put hairs on their chest – especially that Gio kid – Christ I doubt he know what a razor looks like. I’ll have to introduce him to some of my muckers from the Docks. They’ll lend him a blade when needed.
Tuesday 28th October 08
Donkey’s been on the blower – I’ll have to erase his number as he’s still hanging on my coat tails.
Apparently the Gaffer at Pompey is looking to save a bit of coin and he’s the favourite for the job. Donkey wants me to e-mail my tictacs to him as he’s never got how Little and Large up top for Pompey works. I’ll have to photocopy all the old betting slips that they’re written on and I can’t be arsed. Crash and burn Donkey.
Big game tomorrow – Ar5ena1 (DL insists I write it like that from now on – apparently it infuriates Wenger and I’m for winding that arrogant twat up) now I know what it’s about I use it all the time!
Training has been going well – I have introduced them to Bond, Kev Bond, who was delighted to get the call from me to get back in the job again. He’d gone and bought some Subbuteo to play with as he wasn’t sure if he’d get another crack at the proper thing.
I brought along some jellied eels for the lads and Guinness to cool down with in the bar afters. We’re going to get a session up the West End later this week if we do the Gooners at their place as the lads look like they need a good blow-out. Ledley is champing at the bit and I’ve left all the organising down to him as he won’t be playing tomorrow.
Took a call of JD who tells me he misses me. He’s got a habit of coming round my gaff at night and throwing stones at my window to tell him if he’s playing in the next game. I can’t get him to accept he’s first choice these days.
Packed my bag for tomorrow as it’s a night game so I’ve got my jim jams in case I have to sleep in the car again – such a long journey home now and Er Indoors don’t take kindly if I trip over the hammock and kick next door neighbour’s cat.
Wednesday 29th October
Just got back home from an extraordinary night at the Emirates – what a soulless place it is and to hear those grown up kids crying and moaning in the changing room next door brought much merriment to our lot. They were ecstatic after the game and Bents had even got a copy of his goal from the Sky guys and kept replaying it on the 50” plasma on the wall, rocking quietly to himself and muttering “I’m a Yid now”. Good lad. I may still get Becks though. Keeps them on their toes.
Saw our kid on the Sky replays giving it large when Midge Lennon knocked the last one in. I’m going to have to remind him of his roots, the silly lad. I reckon Glenn got to him and Louise tells me he still wakes up in a sweat over his Spud days.
Oh well. Scousers on Saturday at The temporary home of the Spuds. If we can scam another decent result that England job will be mine for the taking. I’ve got Bond, Kev Bond scanning the ads for another keeper though – the geezer at the moment is starting to give me a twitch again, just after I’d sorted it when Jamoh came to Pompey.
Happy Days.
Come back soon for Arry's next installment.
