In the last few days, things have been moving too fast, and this morning over coffee, I realized it was moving even faster.
I'm Jamie Redknapp. Yes, yes, I'm 'Arry's kid. And Frank Lampard's cousin. But I want to be my own man. Not just this guy's kid or that guy's cousin. When I was a player, I had that recognition. Even though people knew me only for what I did off the pitch rather than on it. Former Captain of Liverpool and Spurs, capped by England 17 times - no one remembers that. Some may recognize me as a pundit on Sky Sports or maybe a columnist on the Daily Mail, but those jobs don't make me happy. I need to get back into football. Not just be a journalist.
So, that's why three days ago, I sent my agent to go look for a managerial post for me. League 1 or League 2 would be a great place to start, I thought. And yesterday, he rang me up and told me Arsenal want me. I told him I didn't want to be a coach. "No, Jamie. Arsenal want you as their Manager. Arsené Wenger had a heart attack. He's alive and will recover, but he's retired from management on doctor's orders. The strain from management is too much for him."
"Naw." I thought to myself. "It can't be."
I switched on the T.V and changed the channel to Sky Sports, and the headline read - "Arsene Wenger retires from football management."
So my agent - still on the line - tells me to get dressed and to come downstairs because he's got a limo to take me to the Emirates.
Still in disbelief, I got dressed and we went up there, he finished up the contract talk quite quickly and - bang! I'm the manager of Arsenal.
I expected they would give it a week or so before announcing it to the media, but this was a rude shock.
My mug o' coffee almost slipped out of my hand when I read that bit of news. I put it down on the table and stared at the wall. I had no freaking clue what to do as a manager.
Then, I felt I vibration in my pajamas. I had received a message on my phone.
I flipped it open.
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It wasn't one of those smartphones or Blackberrys, just an old flip phone. I don't know what it was, I just loved them.
"Wonder whom it's from", I said to myself.

I'm Jamie Redknapp. Yes, yes, I'm 'Arry's kid. And Frank Lampard's cousin. But I want to be my own man. Not just this guy's kid or that guy's cousin. When I was a player, I had that recognition. Even though people knew me only for what I did off the pitch rather than on it. Former Captain of Liverpool and Spurs, capped by England 17 times - no one remembers that. Some may recognize me as a pundit on Sky Sports or maybe a columnist on the Daily Mail, but those jobs don't make me happy. I need to get back into football. Not just be a journalist.
So, that's why three days ago, I sent my agent to go look for a managerial post for me. League 1 or League 2 would be a great place to start, I thought. And yesterday, he rang me up and told me Arsenal want me. I told him I didn't want to be a coach. "No, Jamie. Arsenal want you as their Manager. Arsené Wenger had a heart attack. He's alive and will recover, but he's retired from management on doctor's orders. The strain from management is too much for him."
"Naw." I thought to myself. "It can't be."
I switched on the T.V and changed the channel to Sky Sports, and the headline read - "Arsene Wenger retires from football management."
So my agent - still on the line - tells me to get dressed and to come downstairs because he's got a limo to take me to the Emirates.
Still in disbelief, I got dressed and we went up there, he finished up the contract talk quite quickly and - bang! I'm the manager of Arsenal.
I expected they would give it a week or so before announcing it to the media, but this was a rude shock.
My mug o' coffee almost slipped out of my hand when I read that bit of news. I put it down on the table and stared at the wall. I had no freaking clue what to do as a manager.
Then, I felt I vibration in my pajamas. I had received a message on my phone.
I flipped it open.

It wasn't one of those smartphones or Blackberrys, just an old flip phone. I don't know what it was, I just loved them.
"Wonder whom it's from", I said to myself.