Know wha’ I mean, ‘Arry?
It’s a regular event much anticipated by so many (even if not here!): the mouth-watering appointment of a new England footie manager. After Capellogate and while the incident-prone Terry continues to amuse, the pundits were certain that our ‘Arry (er, Redknapp, if you don’t read the sports news) would get the nod from the sweet FA.
Why? Well, he’s an ‘insider’ whose latest club, the fabled Spurs, has done good – at least, they were doing good until he was mooted as the next National Supremo, the ‘fans’ favourite choice’. But just a minute. Is this the ‘Arry who was rumoured to have been up to no good at West Ham while Billy Bonds was the local hero? The ‘Arry who was in court for acquiring wodges of wonga he didn’t account for, allegedly? The ‘Arry with the dicky ticker? The ‘Arry who claims he never writes a letter or looks at his bank account? Yes, but that’s the stuff of popularity, it seems.
But the FA have confounded the armchair experts once again. The new boss will be Roy Hodgson, whose doleful countenance will reflect the fans’ frustrations as England continues to disappoint. It’s just how it is. We wouldn’t have it any other way.
And here’s the one -liner: It’s not ‘Arry with the Bagage, it’s Roy from the Baggies! (Google if you have to.)