Harry Redknapp goes from the fans' England choice to a man reduced to offering tips on Twitter Three days after he was cleared, his Spurs team welcomed him home to White Hart Lane with a 5-0 demolition of Newcastle United to go nine points clear of fourth-placed Arsenal. The only reason he could possibly reject the England job, so it appeared, was for the rival temptation of the Champions League. Four months after the acquittal, he may be in two minds as to whether a spell in jug would have been preferable to all the public humiliation. Tottenham's shameful implosion allowed a freakish series of events to deny them the Champions League spot, of course, while the Football Association contemptuously overlooked him in favour of a journeyman contemporary. Now the Spurs chairman, Daniel Levy, adds to the grief by making Harry sweat over an extension to a contract with only a year to run. Mr Levy, who has a Cambridge first in land economy, may yet be so economical with his resources that Harry departs. There is even a rumour about him going off to earn a quick fortune in Qatar. Although, in accord with the Don Revie doctrine it is only good form to chase petrodollars after a stint as England manager, he could be excused the breach of etiquette in light of his chairman's apparent lack of faith. If no taxes are easy to love, this Levy has always struck me, as perhaps he strikes Harry, as one to avoid. And so it was that Harry, discarded by country and disregarded by club, submitted to another assault on his dignity. The questions on Twitter were not, by and large, bathed in kindness. Some touched on the financial acuity of his dog, Rosie, while others were too libellous to be touched on here. At times, it was unclear how seriously the Twitterati were taking this PR exercise. Someone asked whether he feels that "Dutch girls should be punished for having big boobs"; someone else whether he agrees that he is a ringer for Deputy Dawg. A few people even mentioned football, one correspondent inviting him to explain what he'd do differently, should he take the Tardis back to January, "to maintain Spurs" title (or at the least third-place) challenge?" He didn't answer that (he answered very few), and understandably so because, albeit unwittingly, this was the cruellest question of all. Who would be so unfeeling as to remind a chap of all the golden possibilities that lay ahead a few short months ago, but which by some brutal reverse alchemy so quickly turned to lead?