This has got to be the biggest face saving exercise since Simon Weston.
It will come as no surprise that it is Neil Ashton of the Daily Mail that brings us the latest Sherwood leak inside info from inside White Hart Lane.
Tim Sherwood has turned down the chance to stay at Tottenham next season as No 2 to the new manager.
Spurs chairman Daniel Levy still believes Sherwood has management potential and wants him to remain at White Hart Lane to work with a senior figure.
But Sherwood has no intention of doing so and will walk away at the end of the season.”
Beyond greeting this news with a firm and resounding “good”, it is really sums up what a deeply unpleasant chapter this season has been in the club’s history.
Sherwood’s fabricated tale of an everyday chap, minding his own business, when out of the blue, he found himself appointed to first team coach was only ever bought by a handful of innocents (with a few UKIPs thrown in for good measure).
If Levy & Co. were to consider retaining the services of Owl Boy, it would only ever be because that would be cheaper to keep him on to manage the training cones, than it would to weigh him off for the remainder of his 18 month deal.
It’s my belief that either Ashton has been fed a lie, or made up the suggestion that Sherwood has a future in any capacity at Tottenham.
The board are many things. But they aren’t daft.
Tim’s tenure has revealed much about him. For one, he can’t coach. His man management style oscillates between sneering and shouting.
For someone credited (largely by the Redknapps, nobody else) with being such a Development Squad guru, we’ve actually seen no evidence to support this, beyond the over selection of Bentaleb.
Zeki Fryers for example has barely had a look in, despite clearly being 3 or 4 times more interesting that Danny Rose and Kyle Naughton stuck together.
He has also proved himself to be total liability with the press.
In the past, when Tim has been sniping behind people’s backs talking to Fleet St, what he has said has been taken away, framed, made palatable and merchandised for him.
Shove a live microphone under his nose and you get what he is, the sort of bloke who would try it on with his best mate’s missus.
It was Ashton that Tim has used as a conduit in the past, so in a sense this piece is comforting, as it marks the end of a period best forgotten.
The Redknapp’s and Tim of course, despite being a busted flush, will chunter on. They won’t be able to help themselves, and a certain sector of the press (one that is happy to photo shop Chris Ramsey out of touchline photos) will only encourage them to natter on about how unfair “fings” are.
Prepare for a the next schmuck at the helm of the Good Ship Lollypop to receive a similar welcome to the one that André had to endure.
