
Based on his interview with City police.
Football Association Representative: Well Mr. Redknapp, it’s a delight to meet you in person and discuss what must represent for you a wonderful cornerstone to your storied managerial career.
Harry Redknapp: My accountant runs my life. My wage slips go straight to him.
FA Rep: Ha ha, now Harry—can I call you Harry?—let’s not get ahead of ourselves here. Between you and I it’s likely a formality, but we need to go through the motions at least. For the record. So what would be your primary goal as England manager?
HR: I can’t spell.
FA Rep: Right. I’m sorry to hear that. I’ll mark that down here in your file. Spelling of course never won a European Championship! Although it did win Qatar their World Cup bid. Should have written a ‘b’ there instead of an ‘m’ on that cheque.
HR: I am completely and utterly disorganised.
FA Rep: Ahem, um…well of course, that’s part of what makes watching Tottenham so enjoyable! Won’t matter at all. Hmm. Do you mind if I make a quick phone call?
HR: I’m the most disorganised person in the world.
FA Rep: Well then, the whole world! Do they keep records of that sort of thing? Only joking. Listen I feel I really must make an urgent phone call. Do you happen to have Martin O’Neill’s cellphone on that cracked Nokia you’ve taped to the outside of your coat?
HR: I write like a two-year-old.
FA Rep: Well even a two-year-old can sign this disclaimer form that swears we never spoke. The secretary will see you out.
HR: I pay my accountant a fortune to look after me.
FA Rep: Is that him in that car there pointing to his watch? Ta ta Harry!