From 365:
Who Still Thinks Harry Is The Best Man?
So, two months ago Spurs were safely clear of Arsenal, and the media was masturbating over the prospect of Harry Redknapp, manager of the The Most Beautiful Football in the Country TM in the Best League in the World TM, taking over from the Italian donkey (7 x Serie A titles, 2 x La Liga titles, 1 x Champions League) who wasn't fit to manage such world beaters as Peter Crouch, Robert Green, Stewart Downing, etc.
Is there something seriously wrong with our approach to achievement? Is our national collective consciousness so damaged by the dismantling of the Empire that we are so scared of success we're willing to admonish anyone trying to make something of ours great because they haven't lived here for the past three years? Seriously, what is wrong with us? Why are we so insular? Why are we so afraid of someone else giving us a bit of a hand?
Does anyone actually think that Harry Redknapp is a good enough manager at a club level, let alone international, to bring anyone a modicum of success? I hear he's now braying on that Spurs drop in form is down to their threadbare squad (Doesn't he roll this excuse out at some point EVERY F***ING YEAR?). Well guess what d***head, IT'S YOUR F***ING JOB to put together a squad. Perhaps squad rotation and not selling/loaning out all your cover next time. It might make some of your more key players a bit fresh for this important run-in. I mean, this is a man who only last year talked about Jermaine Jenas being deserving of a regular England role. JERMAIN F***ING JENAS.
And why are we throwing ourselves at the altar of Harry? Well because the one trait we value more than skill, ability, intelligence, technical expertise, is nationality. He's English. He is technically the best English manager in the Premier League. But then, I suppose given the way we clamour for would be world-class players (Today's flavour of the month is Grant Holt, previous ones include David Nugent) to represent us because they are imbued with the honest English doggedness we seem to think will carry us through a major international tournament. Never mind that thing called skill, ability, winning mentality, etc. Just because he likes a cup of tea when he gets home, he'll get us through the Samba flair, Italian steel, Gallic impudence, Spanish skill, or German technique.
I guess what it all boils down to is that the single biggest destructor of England managers has been Sir Alex Ferguson. There have been a few challengers to his reign in England, and they've all fallen down, unable to sample that infectious elixir called victory. I suppose we'd rather lose on our terms than outsource to achieve success. That is a dangerous game to play, and will only serve to undermine the future of the game in this country.
Chris, Hampshire