May I venture into the unknown cuntly territory (for me) of English football, and hereby nominate English manager-that-never-was and all around cunt jockey, Harry “Facking” Redknapp. I’ll grant you, Harry “Facking” Redknapp is small fry compared to the deified cunts behind the current Brexit debacle; but at the moment my television is being comandeered by others and I am seeing far more of Harry “Facking” Redknapp than I would normally opt for.
Harry “Facking” Redknapp – geezer, wheeler-dealer, cockney, tax dodger, cunt. This Droopy-Dog looking, scrotum-faced ‘facking cant’ has the unenviable record amongst footballing managers of nearly ruining most of the clubs he ever managed. Whilst I do see some entertainment value in Harry “Facking” Redknapp and his barrow-boy schtick, Harry “Facking” Redknapp very quickly gets on my nerves, giving it large and talking absolute bollocks whether the cunt is in the jungle or talking at a Portsmouth post-match interview.
Not an evil person by any means, Harry “Facking” Redknapp may indeed be seen by some as the last in a dying breed of no-nonsense football managers. Unfortunately, I can only see Harry “Facking” Redknapp as a “roight facking cant’ who deserves to be nominated on ISAC, if for nothing else than for spawning the equally annoying modern footballer archetypal cunt and mincing ponce, Jamie “Facking” Redknapp.
Nominated by The Empire Cunts Back
