Tatt’s one big blunder

I HAVE an Evertonian mate who bought his kids a puppy in 2004 on the condition he could call it Rooney.

A month later, when Rooney joined Manchester United he begged them in vain to change the dog’s name. So for the next 12 years he had to shout “Rooney” through gritted teeth, across Merseyside parks, until the dog died, weeks before Rooney’s return.

I never thought there would be a better advert for keeping private your love for a hero until reading how a Birmingham fan was so pleased with Harry Redknapp’s summer signings he had his Sky Sports transfer deadline day pose tattooed on a calf. A fortnight later City sacked him.

Now, whenever he gets undressed he’ll see Redknapp staring back at him from his car (above) for no reason.

Remember folks, if you get a crush on a football figure tell your mum. Not the

world.