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Brown Envelopes for 'Arry?!


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No we are just going to swear at him and curse him on his birthday.

 

Harry Redknapp slunk into St. Mary's Stadium on his 66th birthday like a dog who'd just sh!t in the kitchen. He had no reason to expect a welcome here, having previously overseen a relegation from top flight football that ultimately resulted in the club's near liquidation. To add insult to injury he then cravenly abandoned Southampton to chase tax payers cash at bitter rivals Portsmouth, which again ultimately resulted in near liquidation. However it appeared at first that the Southampton fans were willing to let bygones be bygones. Barely had the match started the home crowd launched a rousing rendition of the "Happy Birthday" song and Redknapp appeared visibly relieved by this tribute. He stood for a moment smiling with his hand aloft, as if to grasp a brown envelope from the heavens, but as the song reached it's crescendo the home fans pointedly refused to name the twitchy faced tax evader and instead sang "Happy Birthday... Pochettino" in reference to their Argentinian manager who coincidentally shares a birthdate.

 

Redknapp's saggy face drooped like a spent penis. He looked about himself confused and disorientated until assistant coach Steve Cotterill ushered him back to the dugout like a homeless man ejected from Selfridges. Almost immediately Southampton scored the first of their six goals.

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Harry Redknapp slunk into St. Mary's Stadium on his 66th birthday like a dog who'd just sh!t in the kitchen. He had no reason to expect a welcome here, having previously overseen a relegation from top flight football that ultimately resulted in the club's near liquidation. To add insult to injury he then cravenly abandoned Southampton to chase tax payers cash at bitter rivals Portsmouth, which again ultimately resulted in near liquidation. However it appeared at first that the Southampton fans were willing to let bygones be bygones. Barely had the match started the home crowd launched a rousing rendition of the "Happy Birthday" song and Redknapp appeared visibly relieved by this tribute. He stood for a moment smiling with his hand aloft, as if to grasp a brown envelope from the heavens, but as the song reached it's crescendo the home fans pointedly refused to name the twitchy faced tax evader and instead sang "Happy Birthday... Pochettino" in reference to their Argentinian manager who coincidentally shares a birthdate.

 

Redknapp's saggy face drooped like a spent penis. He looked about himself confused and disorientated until assistant coach Steve Cotterill ushered him back to the dugout like a homeless man ejected from Selfridges. Almost immediately Southampton scored the first of their six goals.

Class.

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